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Saturday, October 30, 2010Everyone has a story about how someone whom they care for very much left the country for some faraway place.I guess this will be mine. Monday, October 11, 2010Yes, the CPR has worked.My tweeting and laziness rendered this blog unconscious for a month and a third. :S Anyhow. I find myself lacking the inspiration to blog these days, cause twitter is just a fantastic avenue to give status updates 24/7. Its 140 character-limit makes it all the better for people like me who are simply too lazy to type out chunks of words at a go. I realise that may not exactly be a good thing though. I think writing recreationally helps develop one's skills as a scribe, even if you can't rant or rave about random rubbish in exams. Yes, I speak as an arts student who takes the bare requirement to -balance- out her combination. Okay so, I have finished my Promos, and it was a disaster. And, when I say disaster, I don't mean 'wah die I'm not gonna get my As/Bs/Cs/Ds', I mean 'okay I'm just going to prepare for my 97% chance of getting... (fill in the dots)'. (I won't type it out cause people have sorta made me promise not to think/worry about it. Err, actually, I know I've kinda already broken the promise, but you must understand... Okay no there's no justifying this Deb.) If you're reading this, you'll probably already have heard me say/saw my text, but just for posterity's sake: I didn't answer the question for GP, mugged too little for Econs, didn't do half the Math paper and barely wrote the last out of 3 essays for Literature. CSE, well I should be able to pass, but that is certainly not enough to redeem me. My school's promotional criteria, is i. Pass 2 H2s and 1 H1, and ii. At least 30% for each subject. So there you go. Okok. I shall try and keep my promise and stop going on and on about this. The Statement of Results will be released in exactly a month, and that scares me no end, but it's not like I can turn back time so it's not really wise to emo and worry now. I've realised for me, that certain experiences, when not relived for long enough, tend to be forgotten. I forget what I did, how I felt... Though I figure their effects on me are probably still there, even if they code for just one tiny aspect of the way I am. Stuff like my experience in the TKGS choir (the Italy competition-trip, in particular), and even some aspects of being and singing with my current TPJC choir have been forgotten. Or at least cannot be recalled. For instance, I was actually complaining about the intensive practices we were supposed to have this week (5 times!) and yesterday, and I suspect it's simply because I have forgotten (just saying 'slipped my mind' doesn't cut it because it's too mild) the awesomeness of being there. And yes, you'll know if you read the last post that I LOVE THE TPJC CHOIR. I find the TPJC choir more fun to be in, as compared to the TKGS one. Of course, that is not to say that I've forgotten the merits of the latter. I made some awesome friends there (the Fabs and Jia Min), was part of a Gold with Honours choir Twice, had a conductor whom I could talk about with my Mum (because she used to conduct my Mum's choir)... Yeah. One thing I realised after I left though, is an inferiority complex that bugged me during a substantial part of my time there. There were so many people who took MEP and had vocal lessons, or who were just naturally talented there, and some other personal rubbish (which was exceptionally bad during the trip). Nonetheless, warm memories never fail to flood my little heart whenever I step into Beethoven room, that sacred place in which we spent hours singing, talking (oops), getting scolded and (not long before SYF 2007) crying in. That smell, that atmosphere, it just makes me feel young and happy again, and this is by no means an exagerration. Oh and I don't think they'll see this, but a big shout-out and thank you to all my friends and classmates (especially the CSE gang: Atiqah, Cla, Erika, Phyllis and Ying Xuan) who put up with all my rants about how I didn't think I was going to make it and the post-exam silent spells (when I'd just keep really quiet while everyone else discussed the paper, hoping someone'd notice my silence and ask if I was okay. Alas, this eyebrow-raising-what-on-earth-were-you-thinking tactic worked.) After the Lit paper, I cried within seconds of Cla approaching me. I told myself I wouldn't, yet I did. I mean who on earth will be as persistent and stupid about pursuing her you-finish-what-you start ideal, and spend 1.5 hours on the unseen poetry question which leaves you with a mind-numbing 15 minutes to do the last essay on?! To top things off, I picked the last question wrongly. -.- After the paper, I threw the string that was meant to tie up that uncompleted essay into my wallet as a reminder of the stupid things I do. Lord help me to surrender my life and being totally unto Your Hands; I can't manage on my own even if I'd like to. Because You Lord, gave me everything that I have. Good night darlings, my eyes are not staying open for long. |