i could very well dig a gigantic hole, much better than an ostrich, and just bury myself in it.
the first time i ever cried at a performance, i’ve always told myself never to be disappointed in what we’ve done, but it just seemed different today.
6 years, 31 people, our ardent supporters, seniors, conductors, ex-conductors, friends, expectations, our own targets, have cumulated to this one performance.
i tried not to believe it until the emperor hugged me.
the cliche that the higher you climb, the harder you’ll fall, smash your face and decimate every single bone in your body, is rearing its ugly head.
but at the end of it, is it not more than my inability to grasp and accept the reality of what happened? cause i could try find a million and one excuses for myself, but will i do that?
zhanfeng said this illuminating statement: You know you can’t totally blame the judges, cuase you know you screwed up just enough.
sux worse that u can’t totally blame the judges enough cuz u screwed up just enough to blame yourself?
what the emperor said was true. we didnt trust potato enough. we needed to grow up.
then again, did a 6 year preparation for life have to end this way?
i’m darn tired.
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some dumbcock actually came up to me and asked whether i was disappointed.
retards like him ought to be shot.