When I should be snuggled in the warmth and comfort of my bed with Sam, I thought I'd quickly commemorate Raeville's 100th post. A hundred posts is like, turning 18 or 21. It's a transition in blogging life, I suppose.

Happy 100th Post, Raeville!

I have some good news. I came back from school today, and there they were, the newsletters of the week, piled up on the mistresses' table at the bottom of the Bluesteps. I quickly take a look at it, wondering if there were any soccer results.


Wow. I couldn't believe it. My name made the newsletter again, for the second (maybe third)
time. Boy, was I proud. All that sprinting here and there, intimidating my opponents with close-range tactics (running up super close to your opponent when they have the ball) - I figured I was doing the right thing!

Exams are finally over (that's another thing I could celebrate)! I did well for my Japanese Speaking Test (received the results today 24/30). I had the final exam today, English Adv. I had never felt so unprepared in my entire... well, let's stick with week for now. It was so painful, literally. The exam lasted two hours. Two very sweaty and butt-numbing hours. I have never felt so uncomfortable in an exam before. It's not a big deal though. The exam is only worth 10% in weighting for this year. What's the fuss, right?

I'm absolutely sure that all of you would've experienced thoughts like mine during an exam. I couldn't concentrate properly on the questions. My answers came out all wrong and messy. Sentences made no sense. Ok, I suppose they did, but I was aware that they were all of Year 10 standards. This worried me, so I tried harder and harder to write a reasonable Senior English response for every question. It never came. Everything was coming out as if I was simply describing and not discussing or evaluating. I could literally hear my English teacher's voice in my head. Her intimidating shotgun-like voice. She shoots her criticism like there's no tomorrow. It hurts. Alot.

I never finished the paper, in the end. I ran out of time writing the final essay, which I had to include detailed analyses of four texts (two of which were class studies, one was a chosen text from the Stimulus book, and the other was one of our own choice) and integrated synthesis blablabla. Ahhh, I'm getting a headache from just thinking about it!

The school's In-House Music Concert was on in the evening. Jude was performing, with me as her instrumental (guitar) accompaniest (sp?). We probably only practiced Love Me Tender five or six times for this night. Judging from that approximate figure, you could tell that we really didn't make the crowd go wild or anything crazy like that. Instead, we messed up. Jude fumbled, loudly on the microphone and we had to restart the song again. I forgot the guitar intro at the very beginning of the song. But you know, all in all, I had some fun. The feeling of playing music when you know there's no one in the audience expecting you to nail every single bit of performing - it's great. It felt great at the end. It made me want to keep playing the guitar. Show them what I can do - and what I can't.

I better be going to bed. My eyes are getting ultra sore from staring at this bright white light in the midst of complete darkness.

We basically have tomorrow as a "holiday". Erm... School Athletics Carnival, anyone?

Cheers.

PS. I was supposed to play tennis this evening. For the first time in 2 weeks. But no, I had a musical commitment with Jude :)
PPS. Jude, thanks for letting me beside you for Love Me Tender. It was truly a good experience, wouldn't you agree?
PPPS. Can't wait to watch Mission Impossible: III. Has anyone seen it yet?