woke at bout 10 or 11, ate instant mee for brunch, walked round the hse playing the electric (as usual, without the amp) while trying to drown out 92.4 (which -goodness knows why- i was blasting), finally fell asleep on sofa, still embracing the Cort. woke up at 3.45 to go to sch for french.

funny... sometime during my 20min wait for the bloody 291 bus, i received a call. hi, amelia...? this is chris frm nyp french club. we've been discussing, and was wondering if you could play bass for our band.

i was like, HUH?! haha... apparently, jeremy told him tt i could play the guitar (er... technically lah, i guess). so he figured i could do bass as well. they're doing alternative rock, which i kindof enjoy listening to sometimes but which isn't exactly the stuff i like to play. i also recently realised tt i am a commitment freak so i'm making a conscious effort to keep my commitments to a minimum so i don't kill myself frm overdrive. so i told him i'm not confident with picking up the bass and i can't commit anyway. said i'd ask round for them though. i was so amused by this... i mean seriously, it's flattering. hah. i should've asked him if he had openings for vocalist or songwriter; tt would be more my area.

i wanted to go for the cantor meeting yesterday just to tell them tt i'm dropping out (a weird way to put it, since i've never actually attended any of the meetings. heh...). but then stuart said it'd be nice to hear me cantor at least before he leaves. so i was a little torn. anyway, i guess since samuel has heard my voice, there's no turning back. ah well, so much for trying not to commit...

professeur jean has organised a 11-day trip to rouen, france, inclusive of a one-wk homestay. i hope and hope this won't clash with any of my 2 papers. 2600$. i will make daddy pay half. heh. yay!

i can't get it off my mind: where will we go when stuart goes to melb?
how then clucky hen?
however, for the sake of keeping my sanity and sense of time, i will concern myself with matters of present.
so... how now brown cow?