I've been trying to post a new entry via email but I haven't succeeded. I don't know what is wrong with my blogger setting and it's quite frustrating.

Attended a concert at the George Weston Recital Hall last night, it was beyond fantastic. Performers included the Amadeus Choir and the Bach Children's Chorus - they sounded angelic! They performed several Canadian pieces and American pieces, among which were works composed by winners from the Christmas Carol and Chanukah Song Writing Competiiton. The winners also attended the concert and while they were on the stage being announced, we surprisingly realized that Scott Reynolds from Woburn (the trumpeter in jazz band) was one of them, all dressed up and looking nice. His work was performed in the concert, it was rather short, composed in Finnish, and elite. What a holy evening.

Speaking of concerts, another one that I've been looking forward to (the Mozart's THREE piano concerto) is getting its tickets sold out. If anyone is interested, please please tell me asap because the tickets are going to be hardly procured. Date: Jan. 16th 3p.m..

It was so darn freezing outside, I alomst freezed my butt off. I dislike those days that look sunny and bright but are splittingly cold.

It is such a wonder how ridiculous my dad is sometimes. And it's not just my dad, my friends complain about theirs as well (hmph, you should listen to Steph Ng's father's stories, you can laugh your head off). It started perhaps about a few months ago, and sometimes I really doubt if his brain is temporarily dysfunctional.
On Saturday, when I was getting ready to work...
dad: aren't you bringing your piano score?
me: ... why?
dad: so you can practise.
me:. ...(what?!) dad, I teach there, I don't have time to practise.
dad: oh? didn't you always bring your score and practise there?
me: ... (did I ever?)
dad: so you are coming back for lunch?
me: nah, I get off at 2pm. (how long have I been working there? isn't he supposed to know that?)
dad: oh, so you'll be back around 1 or 2 right?
me: ... didn't I just say I get off at 2? I'll be back around 2:30....

=S

Anyway. So the break officially starts within 52min, and my plans haven't been planned out quite nicely yet. I have to catch up on calc since I haven't done 2 weeks worth of homework; and also need to practise more... then there's English ISU to enjoy as well as uni applications to play with. Movies I want to watch: The Polar Express and The Phantom of the Opera; especially the latter. Want to go to the reference library for a few times to just sit there and listen to recordings from 4pm until they close (8pm) and then go to Starbucks and just melt in the darkness and coldness (hopefully with snow too).

Although I'm not particularly confused about my identity, but this is how Google defines Sophie. Thanks, it is very complimentary.

Oh I'm really tired. And I am such a scared-of-dogs maniac. It is a phobia, if not worse.