Joel Jonas Tan Ngee.

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Sunday, September 20, 2009

Hey.
P&W went fairly well today.
Couldn't exactly hear my guitar very well,
but at least Vikkash was there with his keys,
so he was able to cover up and stuff.

After SALT, came home and slacked around.
Had Pepper lunch.
Was super tired after that,
and that was when I totally blew up.
Yeah, couldn't imagine it actually happened either.

Well,
past few day's been hectic.
Havn't been studying much though.
Awesome weekend,
but a pretty bad ending to it.

Friday had dinner with Fr. Anthony,
had an awesome tenderloin steak,
as well as a great spread of Japanese and sweet desert.
Wine wasn't fantastic, but it did compliment the steak quite exquisitely.

Saturday had Hospi & Eden Picnic!
Weather was fabulous at noon.
Was there for an hour or so,
before it started drizzling.
We had fun though,
with all that trashbags as ponchos, haha.
Oh but I did feel kinda "suay" or unlucky,
cause somehow,
my badluck all transferred to poor Bridget.
First was the paper frisbee,
then came the puddle of water.
So sorry for that ._.
Anyway,
Studied quite a big at BK there,
then journey home with Markus.

Then,
Sunday was today,
where I played for SALT in the morning.
Oh well.

Trying to make up for the studying i missed over the weekend,
but there's just so much I can do now.
I'll have to do more tomorrow I guess.

Jo.


Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate :
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date :
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
and often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy external summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
whenin in eternal lines to time thou growest :
So longs as men can breathe or eyes can see,
so long lives this and this gives life to thee.