Perfect.

'Cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever. I'm sorry, I can't be perfect.

The sky still looks as though it's gonna fall. It's killed, thrashed, and torn apart.

My sister told me to check the Wmc results at 12am or something. Hope they got 1st prize, which is a gold actually. And I hope she bought back wonderful presents for me from Paris. :) And, hopefully she managed to get a photo of Chopin's tombstone. So cool.

Monday's contingent rehearsal cancelled. Why like that. Sigh.

I'm gonna persuade Bingshen to do that $2 bet with me. Hahaha. Friday's rehearsal was fun. The percussion section was rather hyper and all that.

But why Monday's rehearsal cancelled?! Sadface.