[[*W i n t e r T e a r s*]]

12.6.04

[[reflections after concert]]

oops. realised my prev post only on flowers and people?! hehe. back to music..
music was nice.. ermm. we-ell on da whole..
me made a few mistakes :( -sad*
high notes at first can play den suddenly cant. esp the starting part. :( *sad
xinhui's flute... ouch! how can that happen?! :'( sure she was sad. *consoles*
american graffiti was.. dead!! so darn dead.. i cld feel my body stiffen. :p
wanted to move with da music. but.z..
oh well.. stiff as ice thats how i felt. ><
its bad isnt it?! -sobs-
SYF... less than a year more...
POP... less than a mth more...
(can we even survive without the sec4s?!)the answer is obvious isnt it?
soloist= sec4
best player= sec4 too!
wat more can be worse?! dis****ing?? i hate that.. it gonna be censored out! >< -crys-
nooo...

[[Story Written On By pZ]]*|12:38:00 a.m.|

[[*The Writer*]]

name: peizhen
bdae:05 may 1989
age: 19+
horoscope: taurus
nicks: pz
skool: peiying pri, st nicks, vj, nus
location: singapore
worth: $2,133,082

resolution: none currently

[[*My Adores*]]

food:any food!
drinks: iced cold ones! esp chocolate!
pastimes: listening to music, playing music, slacking, stoning
people: all who consider me as a friend! (:

[[*My Detests*]]

people: none so far! hopefully forever too!
food: anything tasteless or taste horrible!

[[*Music's Playing*]]

artist: tank
song: give me your love

[[*My Past Memories*]]

[[*The Conversations*]]

[[*My Friends*]]

[[*Credits*]]