Thursday, October 07, 2004

no jamming for me

and i totally screwed the whole jamming today.

when we were about to start jamming, es called. she had ...erm... a problem. and of course, immediate attention was needed. so i left. i felt really bad as i didn't go back for the jamming at all. i thought i could so i left all my stuff at the studio. so ling took my bag back with her. i don't know if the band is angry. hope they're not. but i had no choice. i'll choose esther over anything anytime. she's the best thing ever happened in my NTU life. if she really needs me, i'll definitely be there.

but well, the gig is coming really soon. and i haven't tried playing "until the day i die" with the band yet. i somehow have a feeling that they'll scrap this song in the end. oh... no... my only closest to punk i'll ever get to play. ='(


Ni submitted homework at 3:41 AM

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7 Assignments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ni, youve made me angry. we were worried you know; we were searching the streets for you at 11.30 at night. you could have just called you silly girl. you owe us one jam session and two rounds of drinks. then ill see if i can forgive you;)

-audrey

8:56 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

YOU SUCK MOTHERFUCKER YOU FUCKING SUCK.

12:21 PM

 
Blogger Ni said...

hey... man... sorry for last night.
fine... saturday jam is on me then. let's go drinking after that too! ;)

4:13 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ni.. thanks for erm... helping me in my hour of need. sorry, ni's bandmates, for being the reason of her disappearence.

- es

2:44 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

L. O. Fucking. L.

4:16 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a
base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I
will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest
the least syllable of thy addition.

4:19 AM

 
Blogger Ni said...

POCKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =s

6:16 PM

 

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