Tomorrow's the day for the english lit drama reading thingy, and Wei Qi presented to me the ticket to acting Beatrice.

I swear I have an unhealthy obssession with horrible people, but nevermind. But seriously, am I that transparent?

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Awkward silence.

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I suppose so.

I like acting loads. It's fun to play such a difficult character (I also liked playing Ruth, but I really went all out to get the role because I waanted to prove to myself that I can do it). Another reason why I started writing (mediocre) poetry and (substandard) prose, but I digress, since memories aren't that pleasnat to dig up.

This is an extremely random statement, but I must say that I loath being pitied. Oh, and human beings are meant to suffer as much as they are meant to smile. It's an irony, and I can't really explain it myself, I can only come up with metaphors that will no doubt make you think I am showing off here.

Anyway, I really wish I have a good memory, especially for remembering names.

My flute is spoilt (HEY! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! IT'S JUST ONE KEY, AND I DIDN'T HARM IT! I'M BEING MALIGNED!) and I can't play the F note.

Yes, you perverts, the F note. That includes the middle and high F, as well as the F#. (Is there a F flat? Thank God I haven't learnt it yet, or it'll be a royal pain in the ass not being able to play 4 notes).

Strangely, it's ONLY the F key. The E note, (one key below) is perfectly fine, and so is the D note.

You on the other side of the monitor. Stop eyeing me in suspicion. I didn't drop it.

So anyway, spoilt (by me) or not, it has to be repaired, so I set about my task of asking the store where I bought my flute to fix it. Unfortunately, I have forgotten his name. What makes the situation even worse is that my mother has imported her whole Mount Everest of contacts into my phone (last year when she had to borrow my phone for a week while hers was being repaired) and my thumb has become numb from scrolling through it.

Is it Tony? Billy? Ben? Benson? Arthur? Brenice? (Oh wait, that's my girl friend's name).

I gave up after going through roughly half of the list. Now I am currently searching for that miserable piece of Post-it note where I had written the guy's name and contact number.

Urgh.