Ok so before I begin, I shall now put up the lyrics of celiasamyu’s beautiful song, sung to the tune of “Twinkle twinkle little star”

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

It sums up what I feel right now. Yes, I’m pissed, and disappointed; not to mention the hundreds of other emotions im feeling right now.

What a disappointing day today. So today, was our beloved yr 9 recognition assembly. Aka, SG performing thunder on stage. Yea, you can say how crap it is, and whatever shit, but that’s not gna stop me from raging at nothing in particular. Oh, especially that bitch with the moustache and the adjoining eyebrows. I’m so sorry we weren’t good enough for you. Why don’t you go up and give us a demonstration of real performing should be, huh, instead of just “wtf-ing” down there.

I’m making a big fuss over nothing right? Well fcku if you think I’m a fcking slack bitch who should get singing lessons. I don’t care what you think of me, cos I can’t please everyone; and I have no intention to.

Wtf what am I saying.

And I also got my report back. Wtf at geo mark. Wtf. I got like 3 percent under average and you fail me? Bitch. Other people in other classes got heaps under average and they still got higher then me. Bitch. Go get your brain and eyes checked.

OK that ends my ranting on and complaining. Now I shall recount the good part of rec.

So this morning, I woke up super early and walked to the train station super early so as to make sure I don’t miss my stupid train. And I caught the 610 with Jerry, just for stupid rec; cos normally I hate catching the 610 for no particular reason. When we got to school, everything was set up in the hall (drums, guitars, amps etc) courtesy of George, Bob, Pat and Derfie; so started practicing until rec started.

AND THEN WHEN IT WAS OUR TURN TO GO UP…

I couldn’t even hear myself sing; and I couldn’t George sing. So we were just singing the words without hearing them (thus probably exclaims the “out of tune-ness”). The bass was on too loud and I know that the amp that the bass was plugged in was on really really soft; so I bet it was those retarded sound system people who turned the bass up ==” and since my microphone was plugged into the speaker on the parent’s side, and George was plugged into the speaker on the student section, no one could hear me sing. Except the parents ==”

But nevertheless, I don’t think we did TOO bad. And hey, it’s our first time. Cut us a little slack. We’ll improve next time =]

Haha, I feel like crying ;_;