Promises Wednesday, October 28, 2009 6:06 AM
Dear Diary,I've decided on one thing: No promises, only actions. For actions are the only ones worth anything and results are the only proof of change. At least, I know my problems.
Ms. Zhong Jingjie is addicted... to slacking.
I admit it and sincerely hope to do something about it, so, God help me!
Anyway, today, is the year fours' only first full band rehearsal. I felt like I died and went to heaven. Okay, correction, I died and went to hell. Throat is still burning with sore throat and that blasted air conditioner was doing what it did best: blasting freezing gusts of air at me. My shoulders hurt too, since there wasn't much rest bars. After many attempts at what Mr. Ng calls Decent-Wind-Band-Playing, my lungs felt like dried raisins, except it probably wasn't sweet and was probably all bloody. I guess that's a problem too. I was supposed to be using my diaphragm. Well, what am I supposed to do when Mr. Diaphragm refuses to cooperate?!
Hello, Diaphragm! Work with me here!
Conclusion: total exhaustion. though probably not worse than after that exhausting Hort Park and campfire adventure :D
-xoxo
Signing off,
Jay
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