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{Wednesday, July 27, 2005}

Dear Diar2,

I don't like the speech day rehearsal. AT ALL. Oh man, what are we to their eyes?? Are we a piece of smelly poo which ought to be trampled upon?? C'mon, I can tell it the minute the Principal and everybody was treating us, the lowly Guitar Ensemble...

Stepping up onto the stage, we sat down. Everything was going smoothly. Except that we were soft? Nevermind that, coz' the hall was big and all. Without our conductor too. Okay, so we played. First time we played, it was bloody soft. Can't hear anything at all. I can really see the boos played in front of our faces. It was bloody embarrassing. The people in the hall were really.
I mean, they didn't even pay attention to us. Okay, we are invisible. After playing, we sat down. Coz' we wanna play again. To prove that we are not soft.

But, in the end, we played last. After waiting for like a bloody long time. Waited for the choir and band and all the better ccas as they played their lives away. We were sitting on the stage like total retards. What the hell? WHAT THE HELL? Are we really invisible? I can tell by the looks on our teachers' faces that they were damn embarrassed. I asked myself, " Are we normally soft?" Coz' it's the same amount of sound produced during the SYF too.

When we finished our songs, everyone was gone. I mean, they don't even care. The band members, choir members, everyone left. Well, except for the VP and P. Okay, they let them play first. What the hell are they trying to convey to us? That we are not worth playing or something? That we suck to the core? If that's it, then we don't deserve the silver that we got in the SYF.

Yeah right. Band and choir rocks. We suck.

Is that it??

(Yes, definitely, coz' they often look down on us. The lowly performing art cca.)

(Oh no...not performing arts. Not considered as one. CCA.)

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