mundane

Having so many days of not doing anything (days, not nights) is starting to get worrying simply because for a brief moment there I realised that this is possibly how I'm going to spend the rest of my life with an arts degree. Although this probably about the only time I'm ever going to get to practice my cello 4 hrs in an day. (Hah this isn't called hardworking it's called last minute practice before tomorrow's lesson after not practicing since last week's lesson!)

Just finished playing for the NUS Centennial Dinner on Saturday, which was, mildly put, interesting. It helped that no one was listening to that atonal symphony because most of them were busily eating their prawns and taking pictures and the like, and it was even funnier how the strings and the winds/brasses/percussion were on two islands separated such that the only connection between them and us was a tv screen with the conductor.

While sitting idly on stage waiting for our turn to perform, the principal cellist turned back and asked me something that went like this.

"You know skirts, when they're too thin, there's a second layer underneath? What is it called?"

Me: "um.....lining" *why the weird question suddenly?!!*

She: *smiling* "ok..."

Then she talks across the violas to the second violin (female),"Your clothes, one piece? two piece?"

2nd violin: "Two piece"

She: " Ah. *points to 2nd violin's skirt* Underneath? Lining....*said with a knowing look*"

The concertmaster (male) overhears and said, "I want to see!"

The viola leader likes the sound of this and says, "I want to feel!"

That's what happens when we're watch people eat prawns and gain no satisfaction out of playing a whole symphony without a melody. Nah. Actually, why am I making excuses for them? They're just horny.