it's over it's over it's over.

I didn't know how burdened I was with the cello exam until after the cello exam, I felt I could bounce with my cello. And I was grinning foolishly at everyone after that, from the stewards to the person at the Old Chang Kee stall, to the taxi driver. But I discovered it's not good to keep smiling so as not to invite strange stares, from various people.

Actually the grinning started before that, when I registered with the steward. Because I knew my agony was about to end. (The steward is the one who copies down your IC number, collects your program notes and makes sure your chair is of the right height etc.) So I started talking to the steward to pass time, and found out some of her life history, and fished her unhappy experiences (this morning) out of her. She was adamant that I kept absolutely mum about it. It apparently is a deep dark secret she doesn't want anyone to know about, and I'm wondering why I got dumped with it. Well maybe I shouldn't have asked.

Tons of deadlines of different sorts coming up but I'm not feeling too stressed or anything - after the whole busyness since the holidays and SingaPopera, this is the first time in a while that I don't have any performances - just teaching. And that is absolute heaven.