Okay so I'm back from the UK, after a year of thinking it would never happen. I'm not gonna say too much about it--you can read all about it from other people's blogs--but I'm just gonna emphasise that it was the best school trip I could ask for (save for the hostels. Now those were a disappointment). I took more just souvenirs and photos away from it, which sadly is more than what I can say for my other school trips. It has reminded me that I have more than enough reason to continue my passion in literature, because there is so much to discover and so much to be excited about; it has rekindled my interest in words, which died off a little after my exams, considering the cramming I had to do for Macbeth (which totally killed literature for me for a while). I am now fully charged up to write again, and that's something because I wrote till 1 in the morning yesterday. I suppose I might do it again tonight. :D
So that's over, and now lemme tell you something about the holidays: THEY'RE A FREAKING WASTE OF TIME BUT I LOVE IT. :D The day passes by so fast because you have nothing to work for; there's no schedule, no timetable, which is GREAT because you live your life literally the way you feel like living it. There's nothing holding you back. You wake up when you wanna wake up, you eat when you wanna eat, and you do whatever you want. I have watched more than 100 SYTYCD videos in 2 days. (: I re-wrote another chapter (that's about 28 pages), too. I read up on all the manga I'd missed out on during my trip (I didn't miss much. Disappointing stuff came out this week) and I checked my mail and I replied the right people... In other words, I haven't done anything particularly constructive ever since coming back. In fact, I have been atrociously lazy. BUT I LIKE IT. And I intend to live my life out to the fullest (quite literally) during this holiday, because when school starts, life is going to get a lot messier. Actually, here are the things I need to do this holiday (but on which I haven't quite started):
1. Clean up my room. You won't believe the clutter. 2. Keep on dancing. This is a little complicated. I don't like dance lessons anymore, but it doesn't mean I wanna stop dancing. I would be very unhappy without dance lessons. I think I may switch studios after December's performance. There's nothing wrong with my current class, but I guess I need to find a place where I can lay down my foundations before going for proper routines. Popping and locking would be good--it's a specific genre, which narrows down the stuff I have to cram into my head; and it's very technical, which will help me get basic skills right. I really want that because I want to pursue dancing properly. It's confusing 'cause there's advanced stuff I can pull off (e.g. SYTYCD stuff), but basic stuff I can't do to save my life. (like a simple arm wave--STILL TRYING TO FIGURE THAT ONE OUT). I'll figure that out in December. If I find the time I shall do something crazy and completely out of my element, like tap and broadway or something. (: But getting hip-hop foundation down comes first. 3. Train. You won't believe how much I want to get back into competition mode. I miss those days. D: If I had it my way I would train EVERY DAY (except Sat, which is dance day, and which I can do nothing about). 4. Read the books I bought in UK. The stupid philo book, the Latin book, and Wuthering Heights. Good luck to us all. 5. Finish Legend. This is the one chance I have to finish it (after a freaking year!), because when school starts I won't have time to even touch it. 6. Read up on History because, on a crazy whim, I decided to put History down as a H2 subject next year. Really, I should just stick a knife into my gut and be done with it. 7. Go running. I haven't gotten round to this yet. I just can't bring myself to get up early :D 8. Write a bunch of poems and short stories that have been running around in my head but that I haven't penned down yet. Rats.
And on a different note, I have to add that the dancers on SYTYCD are freaks of human nature. Imagine the stress of having to throw out performance after performance, week after week, and each time it's a new genre that you probably haven't even heard of before (Russian folkdancing is a beautiful style, but NO ONE REALLY KNOWS ABOUT IT). Imagine a ballroom dancer having to get down and dirty with hip hop; a contemporary dancer having to shake it with salsa; a tap dancer having to turn up the heat with paso doble. Millions of people watching you, and the judges ready to pounce at any mistake you make; up against other dancers whose lives are dedicated to their profession, who live and breathe the art. You either make it or you don't. The competition was designed in a make-or-break fashion, which is good for the audience, bad for the dancers. Those who survive (or dare to audition, even) are the ones who know what they want and believe whole-heartedly in themselves. It's amazing how they keep it up, week after week, style after style. I will never dance like that (LOL) but it's nice to dream. (:
Okay now I shall get down to writing again. Sorry this blog has been dead for so long! (Some people lazy lah...ahaha)
PS. I haven't linked Linus yet, but if you can, check out his blog. Some people sure have hidden talents. http://please-don't-burp.blogspot.com or something. I'll make all the long-overdue links tomorrow. (:
Friday, November 13, 2009
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6:16 AM for you.
The only interesting thing that happened today was training, so here goes!
I woke up in the morning and found out that there was gonna be training in the afternoon. I was still half-asleep (but I could make sense of the SMS, tyvm) but I dragged myself out of bed to ask my mum if I could go. She'd said NO TRAINING ON FRIDAY BECAUSE YOU'RE JUST GONNA TIRE YOURSELF OUT AND THEN HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GO TO UK YOU TELL ME?! but I thought I'd risk it. (: And so when I asked her ever so tentatively ("Uh, Mummy--whom I LOVE..."), she said vaguely, "Go if you wanna go. But I ain't taking you there." Or words to that effect. So the risk was worth it. Totally unexpected beginning to the day! :D
And so I slacked off till about 12 (I tried to write stuff, but I only finished off like, two lines. I was watching too many dances lol), and then I had lunch with my mummy and then I made my way to Maris. I'm proud of myself--I managed to navigate my way to the school from the MRT. :D But I began to regret going when I realized I was the ONLY GIRL IN THE HALL and that everyone else was from China and therefore of a level of talent I will never understand. :/ It was okay after I was assigned to do some stuff, but I'm telling you, you walk in there and find out you're the only girl, you'll feel like running away pronto. The only reason why I didn't is because Chen'd already spotted me. :/
DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING. I actually managed to get some ball sense back today (: I started training with this little guy 小马 (yeah, like, literally) and at first I was a bit doubtful, because he's TINY and he wasn't that great the last time I'd seen him. But a few months can do miracles--HE'S CRAZY. He whacked the first ball I served and I was like, whoa. Okay granted he can't beat me :D But he's what, 8? And playing with him gets me worked up into demolition mode (I REALLY let it out that first hour) so that's good :D
Then we had to play matches against each other and that's where the only-girl thing freaked me out again--not to mention some old nemeses had popped out of the blue (not you, Edwin--you're not a nemesis!). I decided I'd just go in there and have fun--AND DO YOU KNOW, IT WAS AWESOME. It wasn't just fun; it was exhilarating. I was exhausted by the end of the first few matches and I'd started to get this blinding headache, but I didn't want to stop (even though I knew my mum would KILL me if she found out). I somehow found my way to the first table, got the crap beaten out of me by Seth (GAHH), but that was okay 'cause the previous few opponents hadn't really been much, so I hadn't gotten the feel of it yet--BUT AFTER THAT THE COMPETITION-MODE ME WAS BACK HAHA. Okay, it wasn't. But it was the closest thing I'd gotten to it in months. I mean, I didn't even think about what I was doing. The whole instinct-reflex-justwhackit thing was back. I got the whole blank-mode heck-care just-do-it thing back. I GOT A LOT OF STUFF BACK HAHAHA.
Yeah okay fine I was better in the REAL competition mode some six months ago. :/ But it felt so good. I made dumb mistakes and I really have lost some of the techniques (particularly the ones that go all science-y--the whole hit-it-when-it's-just-left-the-table-'cause-the-resultant-force-blah-blah kind), but I'll ignore those for the moment. (: What I mean is, I got the table-tennis feel back. Every time I whacked it, it felt right (OKAY NOT EVERY TIME BUT IT'S A MANNER OF SPEECH), and there was this solidarity upon impact. Sometimes it's all dull and hollow. (If this doesn't make sense, it's okay. It doesn't make sense to me either.)
After training Edwin and I went back to J8 together. I'm telling you, HE IS A CHILD OF NO MORE THAN FIVE YEARS OLD. He talks nonsense :/ But you should see him when he's in the okay-I-gotta-win-this mode. He's got this coolness to him when he gets serious, and then you feel like taking a step back and going "Whoa, take it easy". (Don't let this get to your head, Edwin! You're still a kid! :D)
All in all, uneventful, but totally worth remembering. When I get back from the UK, it's TRAINING ALL THE WAY. OKAY I'M GONNA GO SLEEP NOW I'M POOPED BYE!
JI INN MADDIE YOU ABANDONED ME D: I'll catch up with y'all at the Globe (:
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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6:13 AM for you.
HAHAHAHAHA I HAVE NOT POSTED FOR LONG ENOUGH SO NOW IT IS TIME TO BRING THIS STUPID BLOG BACK TO LIFE! (This is going to be very long. You might wanna fetch some popcorn and maybe a Coke.)
Okay, exams are over (like, over. Even Chinese O's--HAHA). So bad things all come to an end, even if it feels like they won't. (: I like to think that every time something bad happens and I gotta get through it. My results were actually better than I expected (I thought Chinese and IH were down the drain, but they were just tethering over the edge) and I'm just thoroughly relieved I made it to HC (this sounds stupid, but anything can happen, and I was pretty sure that anything would happen. It didn't, so yeah okay you win Stella!). HP is another thing, but there's nothing I can do about it now (signed up for it though) so I'll just see how it goes.
Went to Langkawi a few weeks ago and I'm telling you THAT WAS THE LIFE. (: The sea was crystal-clear and the sand was so fine it was like water anyway, and the people were awesome. It was the perfect reward for getting out of EOYs alive (although by the second day I was already worrying about my results). My sister and I shared a room and I think we bonded a lot (we watched lots of TV at night and we did a lot of dancing to weird songs--I think they were doing the Phineas and Ferb Top 10 Songs Countdown or something). So that was good (: And now that Chinese O's are over (HALLELUJAH!) I seriously have nothing on my agenda. I mostly spend my time sleeping, writing (I have made breakthroughs, tyvm!), worrying about UK (LET'S GO ALREADY), and going out with friends. I'm telling you, this is the life. I'm not used to having no work yet, but I could certainly get used to it. It's like the end of a road, and even though there's another long, tedious one ahead of you, there's a brief stretch of green grass in between. I'm gonna enjoy this stretch of grass. (: I totally deserve it--as does everyone else!
I've also be trying to train a little more these few days. I squeezed in 6 hours--last night I headed to Maris and today I went for school training. Maris training was painful. I mean, not really literally (well yes literally--I'm aching all over now. I've completely lost my physical fitness because I haven't trained properly for AGES). It was painful because it's disturbing how much I've deteriorated. I mean, okay, I did alright for someone who hasn't touched bat and ball in weeks, but thinking about all the things I used to be able to do is sort of...well, it's not very nice. :/ I used to put up a good fight for a lot of people, and NOW I AM A SITTING DUCK. I think most of you would know by now: I have no talent. I get by with hard work and by training twice as hard as anyone else (not like some people we all know...darn all you talented people.). Without the training, I'm screwed. So yesterday told me what I needed to know. Reflexes, ball sense, ZERO. We're back to square one.
Nanyang training was slightly better. I managed to get some good sense back--the instinct never leaves me, it just sleeps on me sometimes. It's like a hibernating animal now and I gotta wake it up. It's quite stubborn, but it's stirring. The bad news is that I won't be able to train in the UK so it doesn't really matter how good I am now. When I get back, though, it's training all the way. It's like major demolition mode. I kind of whack everything that goes. (:
I've been reminded how hard it is to fit in. Sometimes, it's not something you do or didn't do--it's just how people look at you. I'm not going to change myself (much) just to fit into the crowd, but I certainly won't let myself get too close, either. The people who know my name say I'm loud. The people who know me say I'm quiet. So now you know people are like onions. They've got layers.
There are many more things I want to say here, but I can't really remember what they are. I'll say it when I remember. I'm exhausted so I'm gonna go hit the sack now. (: I'll be back tomorrow and hopefully by then I will know what I want to say. I remember they're relatively important and actually quite emotional...but it's too late into the night for emotional ranting, so I'll spare you. In the meantime, here are some things I should probably tell a few people:
Stella: UK UK UK UK UK UK. You're rooming with me so good luck and God bless you. (: I will love you no matter where you go so your not being in HP won't matter to me (and I haven't made it there yet!). Do what you have to do for yourself :D And then, UK UK UK UK UK UK! Edwin: Sorry I can't go for training these few weeks. I'll be back after 25th. (: When I get back please be merciful if I have to play with you. You would have trained for weeks already. I would be totally back to basics. Yingjie: Happy belated birthday and good luck for your A levels! (: Ji Inn, Maddie: HAVE A SAFE TRIP! (: We'll see you at the Globe! Linus: Too bad I can't see you before I leave. D: I'll see you after I get back, then! Take care (: Rosemary: Wallace videoed us D: CAN WE KILL HIM PLEASE. GAHH. It was great working with you (: I GIVE YOU HUG! HAHA. Lynn: JUNIOR APPLE. I'll see you when I get back (: We'll marathon it--10 hours of training in one day. I'll bet you we can do it. Whether we survive after those 10 hours is another question. We'll see how it goes. :D
Okay I'm done. 'Night!
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this is where i let rip, so be warned that you might not like everything that pops up here. but i do, so deal with it. (: .
loves
this is so subject to change that i'm not even gonna bother listing them down.
hates
too many, and the list would be extremely volatile, anyway.
wants
a place in Oxford University (good luck, jennifer.)
for someone to know that he has a special place in her heart!
to survive in HCJC next year
not to have so many wants (but who's counting?)