Mid Sems

Wow, mid sems appear very fast, and the stress of deadlines are coming near.

The last few days of the week has been quite hectic for me. Have been reaching home at 3am in the morning.

It was Father's Day (in Australia) yesterday, and so COSDU has organised a celebration for Fr Mckenna, our chaplain, and of course, a good chance to socialise with the others although I am not a good socialiser and so, socialising functions usually end up late with nice souls giving us a lift back home. Thanks Denning for the trip.

Indeed, there are really many nice people in St Francis Choir. The thread on the bottom of my choir gown has came off. There is nothing I can do, since I am alone in this foreign place. Fortunately, Wendy came up and volunteered in helping me to sew back the thread, and offered to wash the gown for me, knowing that I am a foreign student in Melbourne with no kins in this land so that I can have a 'fresh new gown' for the performance at in Geelong next Sunday. Well, I guess these small but big gesture (decipher what I am trying to say) really makes me feel at home in the choir, although I am the youngest member in the choir. And not forgetting Marilyn and Teresa who offered to give me a lift from the city to the Suburbs (Geelong) this thursday and Sunday respectively. I am really thankful for them. I am really looking forward to the performance of Gounod's Messe Solennelle at St Mary's in Geelong. It is going to be my first big performance as a choir member of St Francis and as a choral member of the church and in my whole life (remember i was a violist)!

After mass, I was supposed to attend the combined rehearsal at 2pm for the performance, but decided to give a skip to compensate for the loss time due to over socialising for the past 2 days(though I feel bad about it) to start typing my essay due on 19 september. However, Felix called and asked me out for lunch although I suspected his intentions for asking me out for lunch. Seriously, no one would be nice to ask this boring guy who lacks social skills for lunch unless there is a motive for it. Haha. Please dont get me wrong, I am not upset by him. But rather, I would prefer him to tell me his real intentions of asking me out for lunch (to help him choose a keyboard for his own use after lunch) than just merely asking someone out for lunch. Unfortunately, I had my lunch before he called, but I still voluntarily and willingly went to Allan's Music store to try out the keyboards.

Late nights often put me in a depressive state of mind. I wonder if there is any studies done in it?

There is so much I wish to tell you, but I just couldnt.

Ok, going back to sleep. It's almost 2am. I have just completed 2 pages, 500 words of the Haydn essay. YAY!!!