It happened at lightning speed. 14.57mins just drove past, now it's the end of the day. The preparations were dry, and the waiting time was long and strenuous. We stood under the sun surrounded with our props. The backstage crew was worse, they were all in black. But, everything went out smoothly; no significant techinical errors, no mistakes in our lines, no prop was at the wrong position. Moreover, our two lead actors had the whole 2SB3(together with their teachers!) come to support our drama. Now it is over. F-I-N-A-L-L-Y. JOY TO MY WORLD. :D

I want to thank everyone for their support. It was a really tough time for me to handle this role because of so much things that is happening to me. I faced a difficult period of fear, frustration, worry and at time I really want to give up. I do not have strong motivation to move on. Now I am so proud I have done it. I know my mother is proud of me too. A few months ago I could not have believed I have tried something new and got it done. Thanks friends for giving me the strength to hold on. I value and appreciate the effort and support.

Again I repeat, I do not really care about the achievement. I am happier to know that I have managed to step over this obstacle of a junior college. Well, the MOE is rather dumb. Unlike other performing arts, our results will only be reported after it has gone through thorough admin process by the MOE. So it means we would only know the results next week? HAHA, anyway it does not matter to me anymore. I am going to enjoy my sumptous breakfast tomorrow. :D
Yes, not forgetting a very happy mother's day on Sunday.

I know it's almost 1am and today is effectively not wednesday but I would still refer Wed as today.

I am so looking forward to the SYF day, not so much because we have prepared so much and I want to know how we perform, but more of ending the torture of having practice almost every day. I have made it so far, tomorrow is the last practice. Endure, Rossellini. (sounds great! :D)
Then during today's practice, our coach, either very emotional after witnessing a very pitiful scenario or attempt to excite our emotions so as to perform better, told us a story after one rehearsal. That made everyone IMBA, especially when he started crying and talked about the little beauty and sparkle in humanity. That was so imba imba imba... suddenly, people all around me got emotional and cried too. Of course I did, as it sparked my painful memory(which still haunts me). So whatever, the emo-ing really worked to some extent. But sorry, I have to make a point that i dislike xxx adding on to coach's speech because I could tell very much that he was trying to force tears out of himself to 'excite'(again) the whole team so that we are forced to think that we should get GWH, G, or whatever. I still think our standard falls under bronze(but maybe its better than this?). I always don't have high expectations for my 'first time'. However whatever the achievement, I would just love the experience, and especially feel proud for enduring the really really bad times. Of course the process does not involve me alone, so after the competition -we- really need to reward ourselves at KBOX! oooh.

it all sounds so good.
:D

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I AM NOW FILLED WITH HATRED. SORROW. DESPAIR. HOPELESSNESS.
I DONT KNOW WHAT I WILL DO NEXT.
MAYBE I'LL BEAT SOMEBODY UP. MAYBE I'LL CURSE.
MAYBE I'LL GO CRAZY AND DO LOTS OF THINGS OUT OF YOUR(AND MY) IMAGINATION.

IM SO SICK. GO AWAY.

I HATE YOU.
I WANT YOU TO GET OUT OF MY LIFE.
I WANT YOU TO GET AWAY.
I HATE YOU HATE YOU HATE YOU BASTARD.
DAMN YOU SHIT YOU F*** YOU.