Labour weekend

The beginning of the long Labour weekend seems to be almost a lifetime away because I have not been blogging since Friday. I better sit down and type up everything that's happened, for my own sake.
Friday evening I left mum and dad, who wanted to watch the Way of Business with me, and drove up to university to listen to my friend's composition in Lilburn Trust Composition competition in Academy of Performing Arts. All the songs were new out of the composer's brains. Some were re-arranged, some carry the distinct mark of modern style. Sounds that were so out there that I didn't get were showcased in front of the audience. I am always up to try new things, and not afraid to say they were really refreshing. There was this piece performed by three people singing/talking at the same time. Lest we forget, the piece Dark Angel and his friends performed, was about the tsunami that hit Indonesia and India. The calm before the earthquake, the peaceful surrounding on the blue ocean before the tsunami comes onto the shore, was very beautiful and unsettling. The attack of the ruthless water to the structure and people too weak to withstand the wave was scary and strong. The piece was moving, beautiful, and horrible at the same time because it reminded me of the disaster. Milky way pianist composed a song for four cellos. It sounded like four cello fighting one another. However, later I encountered him and asked what he meant. He told me in no uncertain terms that he didn't want it to sound like a war. We, as mere amateur, should kept our judgement to ourselves, but I felt a bit hurt when he snapped at me. I guess blogging and venting my feelings now is a healing process. Haha. It's not that serious. I can think what I want to think about his music, and he can't do anything about it. He should not dictate what I think.
The evening goes downhill from there. I tried to talk to Dark Angel, and still couldn't say what I wanted to say. I let the opportunity slip away again, regretting the minute when he left the concert. I knew that I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. What should I do? I kept asking myself this question.
Saturday morning proved to be better. The weather was better because Friday evening the clouds were all rained out. We were left with sunny weather. I waited for Fuzzy to get up and we caught Pride and Prejuidice on the big screen. This was the familiar story of Lizzy Bennett, a headstrong girl who is not afraid to say what she means to guys who is rich and powerful. The story of handsome heartthorb Mr. Darcy, a shy guy who can't say what he meant, a pround man. I love the rain scene when he encountered Elizabeth and they argued. It was...so beautiful and fiery. I thought he was going to kiss her when he was close to her face, but no, he was hurt. Love that part when he came in carrying the letter (in the mirror), and left her to contemplate the consequences herself.
Now I know why this love story will never die. You have the rich/poor class difference even at this day and age. You have to proud guy/girl who look down on the lower social class in the classroom of high school, or in the new movie "Maid in Manhattan", where a hotel cleaner meets a politian and fell in love. You have the guy who practice in front of their friend before they propose (this is repeated in countless movies). You have the strong girl (in Ten Things I hate about you, and many more). Audience and readers encounter similar circumstances as well. Too afraid to say what's on your mind. Waiting in agony. Regreting about what you have done, or shouldn't have done. We have all done these things in our life so that's what made Pride and Prejuidice such a good story because it is so close to our life.
The weather persists. We take walk after dinner to see what is happening around our living area. The footpath have been resealed, but the job was half done. The "new" footpath is not flat at all, it is now very patchy and not flat at all. I have already fell on it before Friday! Maybe I should claim money from ACC because they have not done their job properly.
There are so many new flowers in the gardens. Chrysanthemum, pansy, roses, and unknown flowers are competing for attention of the sun. We enjoy their view and talk about the things that's happening.
Swimming on Sunday with my new friend from Dark Angel's class. Tried to do her homework without much success. In fact, I think I will definitely fail music if I take the paper. I bought KFC for lunch and went home. We watched The Way of Business again on Sunday eve. I abandoned The Lord of the Rings: The fellowship of the rings because I had seen it at least twice. The Way of Business was great as usual.
Feeling very tired on Monday morning, I managed to do some gardening with mum and dad. I cut some grass beside lemon tree and the derelict car. Dad finished up for me and I sweeped the ground for cut grass.
The three of them stayed home. I went shopping with my classmate. Finally! I had the chance to catch up with her. So happy. Didn't buy much because really didn't want to buy anything. I bought two tops in the end, not wanting to waste petrol on driving north to Chartwell Square.
I should really bought something for mum. She came and checked out what I bought. Must have felt really bored talking to dad and his friends...? I don't know, just a guess.
I can't believe that we didn't go out and leave Hamilton this long weekend. We have't been away for so long. I guess we will plan a trip some time in the future.
I will have to tell Dark Angel this week, or whenever I see him next. I wish it is not next year when I next see him. However, I don't know what will happen now. I just wish...this will turn out to be an adventure with good ending.