As I sit back,
Jazz Addixx.
Love.
Soothing.
White outside.
What can I say.
In motion.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
dec.11.2008
What a day it's been.
I'm tired, but I feel weird. Different. Sort of a sentimental regretful feeling of satisfaction.
Tonight was Holiday Serenade. But I'll start from the beginning.
I haven't been sleeping all too well last night. Maybe purely a bulk lack of sorts, but maybe things have been on my mind lately. No doubt about that. There's a lot to do, what can I say. Thankfully, things have been looking somewhat up for me.
I lucked out, with a 68 on the Canadian Open. In all truth, it's somewhat disappointing, seeing as how I could have done better - potentially much better. Given the circumstances however, I must say it turned out better than I might have otherwise imagined. In that regard, I just hope I make it into the Repechage, that would certainly be good.
Anyways, that didn't have much to do with today.
The first period was biology. Kevan, Minha and Ahil were doing their presentation today. I must admit, I envy and somewhat detest the clique-mentality, although I'm guilty of it myself. Maybe it's just that I'm a bit bitter about it. I mean, I want the marks. I don't really like making due. Thankfully, I ended up subdued. I'm happy about that, and I'm proud that I was able to forego this sort of stupid jealousy and just go on with life. It feels healthy, and light.
Anyways, the rest of the day passed by with a blur. Only highlight I can really think of during the mid-section of the day would be Gold Fever rehearsal. I played a pretty good solo, I thought.
Fast forward to physics. I was happy to see that I'd gotten 100% on the Physics test, thanks to a timely bonus mark. That was pretty good, makes me feel happy. Could've gotten an extra mark, but hey, 100% ain't too shabby.
Sadly, I had to go and play Starcraft, and dance with Jacob after DECA. That wasn't such a bright idea. It made everything rushed, which I really don't like, tired me out, and took away my concentration. So during the concert, I made numerous mistakes. It really made me feel crushed on the inside. I want to do well, y'know? And as often as I feel underrated in band, and underappreciated, I try my best to play my part well. Then again, I don't practice, so I get my just desserts.
But even more sadly, on a whole, Gold Band and Gold Fever did terribly. Terrible. Thankfully, mistakes can be forgotten and forgiven. And that's that. Also, I didn't play as good a solo as I would have hoped. My rehearsal one was much better. Oh well.
It was a shame my father didn't come, though. I gave him the ticket last night, and the entire night, I was hoping that lone seat in the front row would be occupied by its rightful owner. Sadly, that didn't happy.
Then I went to the after party at East Sides, reluctantly, in case my father got mad again. I was happy he was easy-going about it, and it was nice sitting, eating, and just talking with all the rest of them. I felt light and carefree. That's good.
Then I left, earlier than the others, on time, and here I am.
I'm tired, and I'll call it a night.
Thanks for a good night.
Love,
Zimu Zhu
Also, I'm very grateful to have Alice as a friend. She brought me something to eat, which was pretty good. Other people wanted some of it, so I gave them some. But I tried my best to save Michael his share. I felt like a good person, when I offered him the last piece of sushi. Alice played very well, too, so I'm proud.
But on a whole, everyone did their best, and that's that.
G'nite now.
I'm tired, but I feel weird. Different. Sort of a sentimental regretful feeling of satisfaction.
Tonight was Holiday Serenade. But I'll start from the beginning.
I haven't been sleeping all too well last night. Maybe purely a bulk lack of sorts, but maybe things have been on my mind lately. No doubt about that. There's a lot to do, what can I say. Thankfully, things have been looking somewhat up for me.
I lucked out, with a 68 on the Canadian Open. In all truth, it's somewhat disappointing, seeing as how I could have done better - potentially much better. Given the circumstances however, I must say it turned out better than I might have otherwise imagined. In that regard, I just hope I make it into the Repechage, that would certainly be good.
Anyways, that didn't have much to do with today.
The first period was biology. Kevan, Minha and Ahil were doing their presentation today. I must admit, I envy and somewhat detest the clique-mentality, although I'm guilty of it myself. Maybe it's just that I'm a bit bitter about it. I mean, I want the marks. I don't really like making due. Thankfully, I ended up subdued. I'm happy about that, and I'm proud that I was able to forego this sort of stupid jealousy and just go on with life. It feels healthy, and light.
Anyways, the rest of the day passed by with a blur. Only highlight I can really think of during the mid-section of the day would be Gold Fever rehearsal. I played a pretty good solo, I thought.
Fast forward to physics. I was happy to see that I'd gotten 100% on the Physics test, thanks to a timely bonus mark. That was pretty good, makes me feel happy. Could've gotten an extra mark, but hey, 100% ain't too shabby.
Sadly, I had to go and play Starcraft, and dance with Jacob after DECA. That wasn't such a bright idea. It made everything rushed, which I really don't like, tired me out, and took away my concentration. So during the concert, I made numerous mistakes. It really made me feel crushed on the inside. I want to do well, y'know? And as often as I feel underrated in band, and underappreciated, I try my best to play my part well. Then again, I don't practice, so I get my just desserts.
But even more sadly, on a whole, Gold Band and Gold Fever did terribly. Terrible. Thankfully, mistakes can be forgotten and forgiven. And that's that. Also, I didn't play as good a solo as I would have hoped. My rehearsal one was much better. Oh well.
It was a shame my father didn't come, though. I gave him the ticket last night, and the entire night, I was hoping that lone seat in the front row would be occupied by its rightful owner. Sadly, that didn't happy.
Then I went to the after party at East Sides, reluctantly, in case my father got mad again. I was happy he was easy-going about it, and it was nice sitting, eating, and just talking with all the rest of them. I felt light and carefree. That's good.
Then I left, earlier than the others, on time, and here I am.
I'm tired, and I'll call it a night.
Thanks for a good night.
Love,
Zimu Zhu
Also, I'm very grateful to have Alice as a friend. She brought me something to eat, which was pretty good. Other people wanted some of it, so I gave them some. But I tried my best to save Michael his share. I felt like a good person, when I offered him the last piece of sushi. Alice played very well, too, so I'm proud.
But on a whole, everyone did their best, and that's that.
G'nite now.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
dec.03.2008
Oh man, today was nice.
I look forward to most Wednesdays to begin with, anyways. Besides, lately, I've began to get into the habit of bringing a lunch to school - it's pretty good.
Hmm, I was going to write a sort of happy-go-lucky positive skip-to-my-lou entry about today's dance session. But I browsed around a bit, and now I got K. Sparks playing, so my mood's a bit more mellow and laid back now.
Not to take away from it all, though. Today was sick. Teaching to the few kids that showed up was a bit dry. But it all changed around 5 o'clock, when the poppers finished practicing and we just got together to session. First we were just messing around, and then we started throwing disses at each other, and that led to Philip calling Sean out - battle, baby! And what was cool was that Vitu had his camera, so it's all on video footage! There were some sick moves thrown around, and Jacob killed it as usual.
It was a whole lot of fun.
Now, I'm gonna go.
I look forward to most Wednesdays to begin with, anyways. Besides, lately, I've began to get into the habit of bringing a lunch to school - it's pretty good.
Hmm, I was going to write a sort of happy-go-lucky positive skip-to-my-lou entry about today's dance session. But I browsed around a bit, and now I got K. Sparks playing, so my mood's a bit more mellow and laid back now.
Not to take away from it all, though. Today was sick. Teaching to the few kids that showed up was a bit dry. But it all changed around 5 o'clock, when the poppers finished practicing and we just got together to session. First we were just messing around, and then we started throwing disses at each other, and that led to Philip calling Sean out - battle, baby! And what was cool was that Vitu had his camera, so it's all on video footage! There were some sick moves thrown around, and Jacob killed it as usual.
It was a whole lot of fun.
Now, I'm gonna go.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
dec.02.2008
Today was another one of those days.
Thankfully, not all was bad.
I was happy that I'd gotten 95% on my English essay. That was certainly a good accomplishment. My Chem marks I got back were good too. Don't know about that Unit Test though - iffy. In any case, we'll see.
In the morning I managed to get to school at 7:30 (Although I was originally supposed to get there by 7:00) to help the guys get ready for Talent Show auditions. That went well. It was a pretty good feeling to see my ideas be brought to life - pretty good, I must say.
After school, Mr. Henry made things complicated for us/them, but that was okay. We auditioned, and I thought they did a great job. Mistakes happen, but hey, that's alright. It made me feel pretty proud. Not of me, per say, but them. Although again, I had a part in it, I think. In any case, that was that.
Just sort of sad, now that I think about it again.
I wish I could perform.
But I know I'm not as good as I think or want to be. So I should just practice, and get strong, and capable. We'll see.
Thankfully, not all was bad.
I was happy that I'd gotten 95% on my English essay. That was certainly a good accomplishment. My Chem marks I got back were good too. Don't know about that Unit Test though - iffy. In any case, we'll see.
In the morning I managed to get to school at 7:30 (Although I was originally supposed to get there by 7:00) to help the guys get ready for Talent Show auditions. That went well. It was a pretty good feeling to see my ideas be brought to life - pretty good, I must say.
After school, Mr. Henry made things complicated for us/them, but that was okay. We auditioned, and I thought they did a great job. Mistakes happen, but hey, that's alright. It made me feel pretty proud. Not of me, per say, but them. Although again, I had a part in it, I think. In any case, that was that.
Just sort of sad, now that I think about it again.
I wish I could perform.
But I know I'm not as good as I think or want to be. So I should just practice, and get strong, and capable. We'll see.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
nov.28.2008
It's sinking in harder and harder.
Actually.. a lot of things are sinking in.
But for now, one thing that bugs me is... inactivity.
How is it, that I'm no longer performing in Star Search?
Sure, I admit that I suck at breakdancing, so it's not surprising that I get my just desserts for being a toy. But just because I can't put skills where my mouth is, I can and do put my love and passion where my mouth is.
What would Nas be without hip hop? What would Guru be without Premier? Born without the BBoy?
I feel like a cripple. A crippled sprinter sitting in a wheelchair watching his teammates take home the gold. All he can do is cheer, with bittersweet tears streaming from his eyes.
Actually.. a lot of things are sinking in.
But for now, one thing that bugs me is... inactivity.
How is it, that I'm no longer performing in Star Search?
Sure, I admit that I suck at breakdancing, so it's not surprising that I get my just desserts for being a toy. But just because I can't put skills where my mouth is, I can and do put my love and passion where my mouth is.
What would Nas be without hip hop? What would Guru be without Premier? Born without the BBoy?
I feel like a cripple. A crippled sprinter sitting in a wheelchair watching his teammates take home the gold. All he can do is cheer, with bittersweet tears streaming from his eyes.
under the stars.
Every so often, a week comes strolling along, a week filled with evaluations, tests, projects and presentations. Everyone encounters them. It's nothing new. As weeks such as this approach, we brace ourselves for the full impact of the heavy duties to come. Thankfully, once over, we are ingratiated with a sensation of proud accomplishment - certainly a cause for celebration.
Unfortunately, after a grueling and mind-grinding week, in the face of a long weekend, there is little to celebrate, really. I had worked hard, and a wave of tests and such had receded.
Semiformal 2008.
Honest to say, I didn't enjoy it that much.
On our way there, I had called my dad, told him it ended at 11.
To my surprise, he cheerfully told me to 'have fun'. It made me feel funny inside, because I knew it must have taken some effort for him to say that, in such dire circumstances. At the same time, I knew that no matter how much fun I really had that night, it would amount to nothing once I got home. This feeling had the better of me the whole night.
On our way back, I had called my dad, told him I was on my way home.
I could sense his frustration, and before he had even said anything, I managed to spurt out a 'Sorry'. But not to my surprise, that could do nothing to appease what I had done. I braced myself.
And now as I write this, a long night of listening to my parents talking to me, I sit here - when I had planned to dance. I can't perform now. And last night wasn't so great. What difference does it make now.
Unfortunately, after a grueling and mind-grinding week, in the face of a long weekend, there is little to celebrate, really. I had worked hard, and a wave of tests and such had receded.
Semiformal 2008.
Honest to say, I didn't enjoy it that much.
On our way there, I had called my dad, told him it ended at 11.
To my surprise, he cheerfully told me to 'have fun'. It made me feel funny inside, because I knew it must have taken some effort for him to say that, in such dire circumstances. At the same time, I knew that no matter how much fun I really had that night, it would amount to nothing once I got home. This feeling had the better of me the whole night.
On our way back, I had called my dad, told him I was on my way home.
I could sense his frustration, and before he had even said anything, I managed to spurt out a 'Sorry'. But not to my surprise, that could do nothing to appease what I had done. I braced myself.
And now as I write this, a long night of listening to my parents talking to me, I sit here - when I had planned to dance. I can't perform now. And last night wasn't so great. What difference does it make now.
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