Pirated

Okay, my performance in my recital yesterday really sucked. I might as well have received the “Most Mistakes Award.” But I got over the recital last night.

The moment I found out I was performing third to the last, I knew something was gonna go wrong. They usually place more advanced players in the last slots. The girl who performed before me was good; her piece was a slightly easier than mine. The guy next to me was really good and played a super difficult piece. He was familiar because he was also next to me last semester. The last guy, however, was like three to five years younger than the girl, me, or even the guy after me. And he OWNS all of us. Seriously.

Anyway it was really funny because there were a lot of kids who were playing. The teacher was telling them, “Rub your hands if they feel cold. Diba, Science? Friction?” and they all rubbed their hands even while someone was already playing. The kids kept on standing too and their teacher was glaring at them with a very stern look. I was informed by my own teacher that one of those kids had AAD.

I concluded that the most popular piece was…

*drumroll*

The Reaping

Last Tuesday, I went to ShangriLa mall to meet up with some of my batchmates. It was a particularly uneventful day despite the mall atmosphere, since right after we watched “The Reaping” in the cinema, we went down to the food court to eat and spend the rest of the day there. ShangriLa should put up a skating rink.

Believe it or not, it’s actually my first time I’ve watched a horror movie directly from the cinemas, since I usually watch them with my siblings through buying VCDs or DVDs. To be honest, I was pretty nervous at first after the group had decided on buying tickets for “The Reaping,” because they weren’t really interested in the other choices. I’m pretty frightened by a lot of stuff although I usually don’t let others know that I am.

Possible spoilers ahead.