I'm so glad it is done, after the long year of hellish experiences of meeting deadlines and shit.
This lazy fuck cant even sit up when using her laptop
(taken by le mum, and yes this was taken 5 minutes ago xD)
TBH I felt that I could have put in more effort to help my group because I almost never reply the frantic smses on time (maybe except when the huge responsibility of printing the WR was given to me, SUPER STRESSED at that point of time, in addition to Hwai Mun's birthday), since my phone is always out of battery and I'm always accidentally asleep at 9 plus.
*note to people reading this: please dont think that I hate you (if im not close to you) or that I cant be bothered (if we are friends) if I reply your text a few hours after you send it, because it is out of habit that i dont charge my phone. I'm really sorry guys. :(
The past week had so many highs and lows so I'm gonna break it down slowly, significant event by significant event...
PW
So continuing from PW, my life almost turned upside down (nah not that dramatic but you get the gist) when Peter told me that I had to change my script just 15 minutes into the second last PW lesson with Mr Choo. Imagine my horror, my disdain, and my anxiousness. Well. This caused me to be a bit rude to Mr Choo the next day because I was so grumpy. (well, who wouldnt be if you had a completely new script to come up with, homework plus test for music, H3 consult all on the same day? And it was my birthday, to be exact.) Thank goodness he seemed to understand where I was coming and treated me nicely.
Missed a Consult
Halfway into the lesson, I took out my phone to check my messages, and looked down only to see A's (gonna call this person A for now) message. It said: 'Theodora, are you having consult with me at 9.10am today?' I looked at the time. It was 10.23am. My heart got seized by some invisible force and I accidentally blurted out (very loudly) in front of the class: FUCK, IM GONNA GET KILLED!! (and the worst thing is, my group was being asked the PW questions at that point of time and I swore super loudly in front of Mr Choo)
My sentiments exactly.
The whole class laughed, but I wasn't. I started to tear up in front of everyone (which was totally embarrassing) then got myself excused. My tiny sniffles burst out into full blown sobs once I was outside. Those of you reading this might not understand why I was acting that way, but MEP students do, because missing a consult with her basically equates to putting your head under a guillotine, so I was a pig getting ready for slaughter.
Melly came running out when I was crying and she was so caring (aw so sweet) and Nicole had already given me many hugs and comforted me before. See, such sweet, kind and caring friends.
Later that day, I finally saw A and spoke to her, surprisingly she didnt scream and make me feel super guilty. Rather anti-climax but IDC, IT WAS AND IS A RELIEF.
Masterclass
Just the day before, I had my masterclass with Dr Tan Kia-Hui, and needless to say I screwed my piece up. Not because it was due to the lack of practice, I honestly didnt know what happened to me. But it was a really fruitful masterclass and I learned a lot from her in that one and a half hours. Peter described my playing as sucky but he put it in a very nice way, so I guess I must have played that badly. Oh well, we learn. I must say that Dr Tan has really nice violin tone, it is really rich and warm especially with her full vibrato and bow stroke. :) Anyway, great job to Ying Yin and Edmund, you guys played really well!
This sums up the vibe that she gave me.
BIRTHDAY!
So, last Friday was my birthday, and even though I only had a small celebration with my family (and screwed up the whole morning, refer to PW and consult), I was still really happy because many people remembered to wish me happy birthday. :) Even though I had fewer people wishing me on Facebook, but there were 10 times more people who wished me through Whatsapp, sms and real life, which imo is so much more sincere. Got a few nice hugs :)
Oh, and my birthday present from my family members was pretty huge too, a dinner at Outback Steakhouse (disappointing food but its ok the atas atmosphere made up for it), a huge chocolate cake from www.truffs.com.sg (the cake itself was normal but the chocolate coat and in between the sponge layers was simply AMAZING. Even better than Awfully Chocolate) and also a large sum of money to spend in Germany :) (Not gonna spend much in Germany though, things are a hundred times more expensive there than in Singapore except for the H&M and Zara stuff)
This brings me to the next part of me post:
Fight With Parents (again)
I have no idea wtf is wrong with them. I wanted to use my money to buy the pairs of shoes that I wanted for SO LONG (since May), and since I have to order them online and I dont have my own Paypal, I have to ask my mum to help me order it.
And thus the argument began.
Mum: I tell you, you go Germany you will definitely see much better shoes. Don't buy now.
Me: It is my own money and I have been wanting these shoes for very long.
Mum (already screaming): Fine! When you go Germany and see something nice, DON'T ask me to buy it for you.
Me: You have never bought me anything anyway! It is always Gugu who buys me stuff, not you guys, so your argument is invalid, MUM. (on the way to screaming but not yet)
Mum: NO, I DONT WANT TO BUY IT FOR YOU, DONT TREAT YOUR PARENTS LIKE SLAVES!
Me: -.-.......... wtf.
So my mum, dad and I went on screaming at each other for the next half an hour or so just so that I can FINALLY buy my shoes with my own money (realise how ridiculous that sounds) using my mother's Paypal. It is ridiculous that after seventeen years I still do not know what my bank account number is, and because of this I cannot set up my own Paypal account. My parents can be real douche-y sometimes. (oh and the large sum of money for Germany earlier? It was not from my parents, before anyone says that my ang bao money equates to my parents' money. It is not.)
My mother is always so contradictory, whenever I buy clothes that cost less than 50 dollars, she will go 'Dont want la it is so expensive the next time you see something nicer then come and buy, trust me.'
Since WHEN was your advice ever good for me mum? Oh, you mean the time where you forced me to take triple science? Or maybe the time where you made me sit out the Hot Springs in Turkey? Or is it the time where you 'taught' me how to handle my friends in school? Or was it even the time when you taught me piano and REFUSED to let me listen to the recording of the exam piece for better inspiration and EXPECT me to play just by looking at the fucking notes? Well let me tell you something, it all FAILED. MISERABLY. I have already learned not to listen to you mum, because you are ALWAYS wrong. Id rather make my own decisions and regret it myself than listen to YOU and regret it even more. Oh and mum, please dont complain about how expensive my clothes are when you yourself can bomb a 150 bucks on a blouse. I use my own money to buy my own clothes and my pocket money comes from dad, not you.
Sorry guys, it is disgusting to say so many things against your parents, but I have had quite enough of this, and if you arent going through what im going through, then I dont think you have any right to judge.
So, this pretty much sums up my week, good day guys. Will be back with a post on my Germany trip. :)
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