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Thursday, December 14, 2006
hello. taking a break from posting bout nz trip.been feeling real dead these past few days/week after the trip. maybe it's caused by lack of sleep. haven't been able to sleep well. at all. mervyn's been nagging me all week to get more sleep. maybe it's cos i sms him at 4.15am everyday telling him i cant sleep. somehow i reach for the phone at the same time every night. and then fall asleep after that. only to wake up again at 6am. i think i'm gonna die of lack of sleep soon. eye bags appearing already. at least yest i slept through frm 2.30plus till 8plus. was making cards:Dchoir these few days has been. okay. miss lim's really worried for us. we're not of any standard to compete in syf nxt year. other choirs have already been to overseas competitions with their songs and dominating. and we haven't decided on our songs yet. WOW. and they're gonna cut people out. i'm scared. i don't want to be cut. it means alot to me.okay whatever. i've finished writing most of the cards already. havent finished giving out the stuff frm nz. headache. i want to sing. nxt choir prac--27th dec. family chalet nxt wk. nel's back frm camp. louis' back frm prague. or wherever. by basketball's dying. the ball. what else. can't think. bye.
lost myself at 6:44 PM