..and so, unsatisfied with the class tee, meow went home and did some amendments.
for one, she edited the "ans" to look like "ahs" (which was, by the way, how it was supposed to look)
and for another, she added YeeYing's name to the tee.

(i don't know, Pi Ying wants to edit all the shirts so that YeeYing's name is there and it reads AHS, not ANS. but in my opinion that's going to need a freaking lot of acrylic paint and time AND space.)

well well well. finally had proper practise today, during which i found out the slight disadvantages of being a rhythmn player. D: example, we were always stuck with playing the rhythmn and chords when playing simple-guitar-book songs like the Munchen Polka and Donna Donna. and those two just happen to be the songs which tunes i really really really like. alot. aww. but lucky first-guitarist-meimei and zheng-zheng got to play the melody. AHH. i foud out that my tummy muscles are chao weak (while doing sit-ups) in PE. and urm, my pull-ups arent that bad, probably 'cause i gotta lug the freaking guitar up and down. and um, class was nothing much, just folded paper stars practically throughout the whole day. then like, the last freaking five minutes of the last freaking period of the freaking day (which happened to be chinese), zhou-lao-shi just had to call up my name to recite the freaking last verse of the freaking last poem about motherly love. and you know what's best? i had such alot of trouble freaking reading and completing it, let alone reciting it. and you know what's even better? i got lots of the freaking fill-in-the-blanks wrong. ah. had this really stupid competition during math and made a hell lotta racket. =l. no comment. (that's why i don't really like competitions.)

ooh; im already supposed to know how to play all my chords by now. and i mean like all. which means that i'm dead, 'cause i only know around urm, ten. and mr-beloved-shi can just like, throw us a scoresheet and go "rhythmn players, you play the rhythmn while the rest of you play the melody" oh wellll. nothing's perfect. but whatever, at least i can play sort-of okay right now. like, whee.

WTHECK.

ninety-eight more planes,

and i-don't-know-how-many more stars.