Untold Untruths
Mike Wozowski is gobsmacked for good reason.
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Tuesday, December 14
The Blues
I feel mildly miserable. Stayed up till 2something am last night polishing and finishing the Christmas Skit script, but after today, it turns out that most of the work I put in will be scraped away. I don't even have a reason to go for practices anymore. James will be the one completely in charge now.
Am I being too ambitiously bossy to want to help direct the cast? And write the script? For wanting some things to go my way? So that I can feel that I've chipped in abit, and can step back later on to admire my handiwork? I don't know. This feeling kinda sucks. Maybe He's trying to teach me some humility.
Eugene belanja-ed me again today. It made me feel so bad.
And our cell-group party this Friday has been cancelled. Now I have to call Mei Yan up and tell her about it. If I had some credit I would message her to save myself the trouble, but I don't.
Liz messaged earlier to ask for confirmation about carolling on Thursday. I don't even know if I want to go anymore, considering I never even attended a single proper practice session. To just jump in like that would be quite awkward because I'm unfamiliar with mostly everything. I don't know the harmonization parts nor the complete lyrics of the carols.
I haven't replied Sir because I don't know what to say just yet. I fear that I'd spent so much time composing my last email to him that he now has some false impression of my writing ability, or whatnot. And it makes me wonder also whether he'd only put in so much praise because I'd flattered him so. All the same, perhaps this Friday morning, Mum and I will pop in at Cosmotots to speak with him.
Watched The Polar Express yesterday with Eugene and Ken Han. It was only an OK movie. I owe them both really nice Christmas presents. I'm thinking of the boxes of Adidas EUFA 2004 t-shirts.
Am I being too ambitiously bossy to want to help direct the cast? And write the script? For wanting some things to go my way? So that I can feel that I've chipped in abit, and can step back later on to admire my handiwork? I don't know. This feeling kinda sucks. Maybe He's trying to teach me some humility.
Eugene belanja-ed me again today. It made me feel so bad.
And our cell-group party this Friday has been cancelled. Now I have to call Mei Yan up and tell her about it. If I had some credit I would message her to save myself the trouble, but I don't.
Liz messaged earlier to ask for confirmation about carolling on Thursday. I don't even know if I want to go anymore, considering I never even attended a single proper practice session. To just jump in like that would be quite awkward because I'm unfamiliar with mostly everything. I don't know the harmonization parts nor the complete lyrics of the carols.
I haven't replied Sir because I don't know what to say just yet. I fear that I'd spent so much time composing my last email to him that he now has some false impression of my writing ability, or whatnot. And it makes me wonder also whether he'd only put in so much praise because I'd flattered him so. All the same, perhaps this Friday morning, Mum and I will pop in at Cosmotots to speak with him.
Watched The Polar Express yesterday with Eugene and Ken Han. It was only an OK movie. I owe them both really nice Christmas presents. I'm thinking of the boxes of Adidas EUFA 2004 t-shirts.