2/28/23

 2/28/23

I don't know why I didn't write yesterday since there was so much to write about. Can't change that now, a new day arrives. It would be beneficial if I used it to my advantage.


We were finally able to play what practiced for a few weeks yesterday. There's only one problem, we didn't get to play everything we prepared. What's worse is that we screwed up the synchronization. It went well in the later part, but everything was riddled with technical difficulties. Could be our worst performance yet. Let this be a lesson for us. In any case, if this may be the worst performance, the next performances are only going to be better.


We had our batch picture yesterday. They seemed to care less about me not having a uniform. Last time they made me find a uniform that would fit me. 

Every section sat down in their respective places, our section was in the front. Other sections that didn't fit were placed to the sides. I sat dead center. I was in the middle of it all. 

During the whole thing there were more screaming than actual picture taking. It took longer than it should have which delayed our lunchtime by more than an hour. 

Our ICT teacher was like a proud father figure watching all of his kids, he took pictures of us which only made the screaming louder. During class he showed us those pictures and most of them were unflattering. It was nice seeing them though, it was a sneak peek of what we would be buying eventually. 


I'm afraid of how fast life is galloping along. I sleep late and stumble through the rest of the week. Everything flickers by so quickly. It's March tomorrow. There's plenty of things that happened to me that I haven't recorded, either because of disinterest or embarrassment. I'm now closer with my bandmates, and I feel like two of my bandmates could possibly get into a relationship sooner or later. I have no right to assume of course, it's merely an observation. 


I've been more obsessed with synthesizers than I've been in the past, one of my favourite musicians, Honzi, usually plays with 3-4 keyboards in a live show. One synthesizer, one organ, and one piano. Each serve their purpose in a song. I want to replicate her setup, I plan on saving my money but I don't know the way to approach it. Even more difficult to save too due to the food in the canteen getting better. I guess this is a way for me to practice self-discipline.


It's almost 12 o'clock and I haven't showered yet, best get going.

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