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 Sunday, October 21, 2007

Piano 'recital' thingum today. It was quite horrible really.

The Mozart and the Chopin were fine. The Bach was bad. I totally screwed up the prelude, and was mentally whacking myself throughout the whole thing, thus resulting in even more mistakes. Bah. At least it was my last piece.

Mozart was 3rd down the programme. I think Gaby heeded my warning that I'll probably be late. Strangely enough, we were 5 minutes early. The Chopin, contrary to the fact that I wasn't too confident using the pedals on a new piano, was actually really good. The Mozart was fine.

Now the Bach: I just bashed my way through the prelude, getting probably nearly all the notes wrong and just carrying on. And yes, then whacking myself with a huge lollypop (ooh yum) through the fugue, and about 3/4 of the prelude. Gah, that was shitty.

My mum timed the Mozart piece. It took 5 minutes. No wonder half the kids were getting fidgety. And the wind blew the page of my prelude when I started, probably kicking off all the panicky energy in me. Gee.

At least I didn't have to wait all the way to the end to finish my pieces. I was done halfway down the programme. And I really really pity Gaby. I know I've said this a gazillion times, but I think she gets really bored teaching people like me, and some of her other students. Some didn't even turn up today, and some played pieces that even my mum could play (and she only took 1 yr of piano playing all my old preprimary pieces). And me, I'm just plain crap at the instrument. Lol.

As I predicted, my mum had to slide in some kind of 'snide' comment. Gaby was kind of shocked that she just dragged me off after the recital without staying for tea or even a drink. And Gaby was going on about how I played really well (while I was still whacking myself with the mental lollypop), and told me to go dead slow for the prelude (which I really should). And my mum was like 'oh, so she'll pass her exam?' and Gaby was really shocked. Thank God she said that I'll definitely pass, or my mum would have killed me there and then.

I gave Gaby 1 of those 'I told you she'd say this sort of thing' kind of look, and she laughed. Don't think my mum saw it. It's kind of an 'insider joke' between Gaby and I.

And I think Gaby knew I was mentally bashing myself up, because after the recital ended, she gave this little 'speech' about not being unhappy with your performance because she saw some people (aka me) who looked unhappy with their performances. I get the feeling that she can read my mind sometimes, which is quite freaky. And she was talking about how her uni professor (I told you she was hell good) insulted her after her performance. I didn't really get the story because I was still whacking myself. Haha.

Then came all the thank yous and blahblah. Then my mum dragged me off. She was going on about how that guy was quite good, or that girl's fingers were really flexible. I'm glad she didn't say anything about my performance. I guess it was too crappy for her comments.

We went to get our new glasses after the recital! Mine makes me look like Wonderwoman, in my opinion. It's pinkish-red (fine, I know it's different from the colour palette I always wear) with beige, and it actually looks quite cool. I don't really care whether it looks good or not. Just as long as I can actually see. My old glasses were getting a bit useless. Can't see the board from the back of the class. My eyes are really in a terrible shape now.

Anyway, Maisy had a haircut yesterday! She looks so tiny in comparison now, it's almost piteous. She still is really heavy though. Must be all that muscle in there. And she's so cute! She had this whole bag of hair cut off, and it looked like cotton wool/candy floss. I prefer her with long hair :(. Though she starts panting like mad.

I'm off now. Done more than half of my Plath essay (yes, finally) after I've been procrastinating for about 3 weeks. Done the intro, overview, the analysis of 'Daddy'. Got to do the analysis of 'The Applicant' and the conclusion, and I'M DONE. Woots.

Shall finish that tomorrow, and start on my history essay. Did I say we're going on an excursion to the holocaust centre tomorrow? Wonder how that will go... The prospect of sitting in a bus (aka being in an enclosed, small area) with the evil dwarf somehow seems quite daunting.

10:36 PM