Friday, July 30, 2004
Huimin said that some of her friends from Deyi are already doing their third round of revision for the Prelims. Their third round! And most of us haven't even started on our first. I think it's the result of our mid-year examinations being after the June holidays instead of before- while other schools can spend their whole June reflecting on their poor exams results and improving them, we only realise our standard now.
I was wondering whether to join Physics and Chemistry tuition or not. I'm afraid that if I join them, I will not have enough time to do my own revision at home, especially since the tuition centres are not very near to my house, and quite a lot of time will be spent on travelling. Four tuition classes every week, three at Bishan and one at Bukit Timah...I think I will give it a try. If it really doesn't work out, then I'll just quit after the Prelims.
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Monday, July 26, 2004
I want to watch The Woman in Black, but I'm too much of a scaredy-cat. Haha. I've never ever watched a horror movie before in my whole life. Just seeing the trailers and reading the reviews of them freak me out. In fact, I couldn't sleep for a night after reading the review of The Woman in Black.
I think plays with the theme of horror are much worse than horror movies. You are surrounded by the actors themselves, so you will be drawn into the story, and you feel exactly what the actors are feeling. Also, because there are no special effects as there are in movies, the words of the play have to be very powerful, to be able to convey the feeling of fear to the audience. The words might even linger in your mind, haunting you long after you have left the theatre. That's what I'm afraid of. But that's also what makes The Woman in Black a good play.
Sigh. Maybe I'll read the book by Susan Hill, which this play is based on, first. If I dare to.
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Wednesday, July 21, 2004
We spent the entire day taking photos and doing nothing else. No lessons at all, except for Chinese. Haha. It was crazy. Everywhere in the school, people were posing for photos, even the teachers. And everyone looked wonderful in their ethnic costumes.
Traditional costumes are pretty, but they are, as the name suggests, "traditional". It would be weird to wear them when it's not Racial Harmonary day. What a pity. I wouldn't mind wearing them out everyday. Hehe.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Dion gave Madina and I a pep talk after tuition today, about our poor A-maths results. I feel rather guilty now, for slacking so much this year in maths lessons. I think Dion is more concerned about our results than us- he even offered to give us extra tuition for free. At least his words are motivating, he said we could get an A if we put in enough effort. Sigh. I shall try not to let him down.
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Monday, July 19, 2004
Ying Jun, Dan er and I went to find our ethnic costumes for Racial Harmony day after school. We had such fun trying out different costumes at a costume-shop, which was tucked away in a little quiet spot at Bugis. I tried a purple Arabian costume and a Victorian dress, complete with the puffy sleeves, tight bodice and huge skirt. Haha. We should have brought our cameras along. In the end, Dan er decided to rent a Vietnamese costume, while Ying Jun rented a Swiss costume. We then walked to Bugis Junction for dinner, before searching for a top to match with my
sarong skirt. Finally I found a black sleeveless shirt at Topshop.
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Friday, July 16, 2004
Went to Orchard with Jessica, Youyi and Dan er after the speech-day rehearsal. We took neoprints at the new shop at Far East Plaza, then went to Pacific Plaza to look for a wallet for Youyi. In Ripcurl, I saw a beautiful blue watch. It looks a little like my present one, but nicer, and the colour reminds me of a lagoon with crystal-clear waters. But the price...*sobs*
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Thursday, July 15, 2004
I tried sending an email to the journalist in the Straits Times responsible for publishing my book review, to remind her of my $30 prize. But it was unsuccessful - mail delivery failure. It's so unfair! Sophia and Michelle have got their prize already and I have nothing. Sigh, I don't think I'll ever get it.
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Saturday, July 10, 2004
I saw Shawn Lee from I Not Stupid again! This time it was at Clementi. Good thing Rachel thought of going there to collect donations. Hehe.
Cute-ness.
I like flag-day. You get to observe people, and to pester them for money. The Clementi people were quite generous, but there were a few weird ones too. Like the old man who started lecturing about how we are actually collecting money for the government instead of charity, and the ACS guy who tapped me, put $2 into my donation bag, and then sprinted all the way for about 200m to the other side of the road, where an empty field was. Geez. Do I look scary or something? We also met a few ex-St. Marg's girls who chatted with us about the school. One of them was really old. And of course they all donated generously. I get a high whenever someone puts a coin in. Haha. Plus, you get to lose weight, walking for hours, weight-lifting at the same time(holding that heavy bag of money).
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Friday, July 09, 2004
The line separating fantasy and reality has blurred so much, that I cannot differentiate between what is real, and what is just a fragment of my imagination anymore. The second life I created in my head is beginning to take over the real one. My imaginery life. My solace. That's the reason why I spend two or three hours lying on the bed before I can fall asleep. My mind keeps me awake, it wants to make my days as perfect as possible, or rather, imagine that my days are perfect. And I can't help it. Because I know that if I could, I would abandon the real life and survive on my imagination alone.
But I never expected this to happen. Everything was alright until that day. Now I don't know which part of you is real, and which is make-believe. You were never meant to exist in real life. I just used you as a shell, an outline, to cast you into someone perfect. The problem is that I can't change my viewpoints anymore. I've sunk in too deep. You are perfect now, and it's unfair, because it's all in my mind. I'm so afraid to see you, I want you to go away, so I can go on dreaming. Far far away where it's safe. I told you, you were never meant to exist in my life. Only in my mind.
I am attempting desperately to preoccupy myself with school now. I do my homework, I do my revision. Partly it is because of my plunging grades, and also to keep myself from thinking of other things. I try to exhaust myself out everyday, so that when I hit the bed, my mind just switches off and goes to sleep.
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Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Just had my Chinese O-level Orals. The passage was okay, but I guess I didn't do very well for the newspaper report and the conversation.
The examiner asked,"What do you think of housework?" and I replied blankly,"Uh...I don't do housework."
*silence follows*
How dumb is that. I should have lied and said that I do housework everyday or something. The exmainer asked more questions about what I think about doing housework. Three more questions, which is bad because Ms Wee says that if the examiner starts asking questions, it means you are either out-of-point or talking too little. And three is the maximum number of questions that can be asked. Argh.
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Friday, July 02, 2004
The Ballerina
The spotlight illuminated her gentle smile as she gazed out over the audience. She moved effortlessly, prancing across the stage as light as a feather. However, under that facade of gracefulness, she was exhausting every ounce of strength she had. Her toes struggled to support the entire weight of her body, as she lifted her right leg up to an
arabesque. Ignoring the strain of her muscles, she turned out her leg completely to the side, keeping it stick-straight all the way to the toes, where it curved into a sharp
pointe. And in those prettily tied ballet shoes is a ballerina's story of calluses and blisters.
Only she herself knew of the extent of pain this beautiful form of art caused her, something which the audience was unable to fathom. But still she loved it so much. Her arms were placed delicately in a third position, and her head slightly raised, so as to create a feeling of suspension. Every little detail, from the glance of the eyes to the arched
pointe of the toes, had to be observed for the dance to be moulded into perfection. Each step and rule had to be followed strictly. It was amazing how extreme opposites can complement each other so well, that rigidity and strength could form a dance which was the perfect embodiment of grace and ethereality.
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