Uh. Finally found it on YouTube (or rather, I finally bothered searching for it in a bid to procrastinate) and couldn’t resist.
And oh look, I spot certain people. Bingo.
Horrid timing for a concert and reached home at 11.30 (when I still have school now!), but it was worth it, as usual.
Even if my recorder decided to go absolutely wonky and decided to only record noise, my phone ran out of memory space so I couldn’t catch Superman (! WHY. But I suppose I already have it from the other time, anyway..?), I couldn’t get a single picture because of extreme overexposure and we were stuck at the back 1/3 of the area and that dang strawberry landed on the shoulder of the girl behind me (poor dear - her boyfriend ate it and her face oh gosh).
But the AV was… eeek. Still! 3.1 was really, really swell OH GOSH. PCD seems to be a little slow in setting in, but… oh good lord.
Ended up wearing the school blouse with the tie and court shoes and jeans there because I’d gone straight from Paradigma@AJC and was a little too lazy to change so merely just got rid of the skirt and passed JY my blazer because I was afraid I’d lose it (or die of heat by keeping it on). (Anyway RH wore school uniform, so I suppose we… complement each other?) And then realizing that I ended up looking like a more the band and their concert attire with their white dress shirts and ties oh good lord insert facepalm here.. -_____-
And poor Matt looked so constricted against the hedge-covered wall. Poor thi!g.
Main set list:
He didn’t drag as long as he did the other time, though - probably because of the heat - which was a shame, but… oh well. It was beautiful nonetheless (and on the bright side, that meant that I didn’t have to reach home past midnight!) - his voice. How on Earth. (And oh man the guitar oh man)
And I still can’t believe I spent ten bucks on an A3-sized piece of paper. Good lord. Unfairly-wonderful voices rob me of my good sense.
Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.
She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.
‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).
Oh my gosh, this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!
Got back math test and chem mock SPA today. They were absolutely, absolutely horrible. In a way, I guess the horrid results are a wake-up call: the fact that I knew how to do most of the bits but ended up plunging a grade because I saw /2 as /3 and having no e.c.f. despite every single step of my subsequent working being spot-on means I cannot afford to be as distracted and burnt out as I am right now, as warped a logic as that might be. I can’t do this again. I’m not only letting myself down, but my parents and the teachers who have such (ridiculous, utterly unfounded) high expectations of me. I know that I was a victim of carelessness this time around. Yet I can’t leave it to chance again. Not anymore. Buck up, Fena. Just half a year to go.
If only I could clear the backlog first. It’s been more than two weeks and I’m still lagging so far behind! Envy is unhealthy, but I can’t help that - and the inferiority complex, especially lately from surfacing and dragging me down.