About:
John
Ireland
Downland Suite – Elegy, 3rd movement
“Caress
each note. Each note is precious. Treat every single note with tender loving
care.”
- Dr Tan
(A non-exact quote)
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
String Ensemble Music
Dr Tan Wee Hsin is the conductor of Hwa Chong String Ensemble, the string ensemble of Hwa Chong JC.
Dr Tan has
clearly explained his belief that string ensembles can do without a conductor,
and expressed his admiration for string ensembles that perform without one.
He recounts
the time he was a judge on the panel for SYF and he disagreed with the other
judges about their negative opinions of an ensemble’s performance concerning
their lack of a conductor. Perhaps to them, as conductors themselves, an
important skill that string ensembles must possess is the ability to respond to
a conductor’s conducting.
The conductor shapes the music and the ensemble should be sensitive enough to his shaping. A good ensemble player adjusts his playing appropriately and quickly to allow the conductor to bring out the sound he desires at that very point in time. An ensemble performance cannot be completely defined and rehearsed to the point that the emotion and style of the players is automated – the magic must be created in the moment. The conductor is the magician, and a good ensemble lets the conductor work his magic. As that ensemble performed without a conductor, their ability as an ensemble in this aspect could not be assessed. That must have upset the panel of judges.
The conductor shapes the music and the ensemble should be sensitive enough to his shaping. A good ensemble player adjusts his playing appropriately and quickly to allow the conductor to bring out the sound he desires at that very point in time. An ensemble performance cannot be completely defined and rehearsed to the point that the emotion and style of the players is automated – the magic must be created in the moment. The conductor is the magician, and a good ensemble lets the conductor work his magic. As that ensemble performed without a conductor, their ability as an ensemble in this aspect could not be assessed. That must have upset the panel of judges.
But Dr Tan
disagreed. He felt that the fact that the ensemble managed to pull off a
performance without the lead of a conductor, meant that this ensemble had
captured the very essence of ensemble playing. What does “ensemble” mean? It
means that all the individual members meld together to function as a single
whole. The focus is not on the members as many individuals, but on their capability
to become one through their music. The members of a section must play together –
they should be united and coordinated in sound, as though the players from the
front desk all to the way to the last desk are really just one player. The
sections must play together – each section does not function on its own but
plays its designated role in the making of the music, like a character in a
story. Sometimes, it gets to stand out, but must depend on the cooperation of
other sections in creating a suitable backdrop for them to shine. Other times,
it lets other sections gain the spotlight by toning down and adjusting their
sound to that section to provide good support. Sometimes, a section has a challenging
part to play, and another section may help to lead that section in, flow
beneath it, or guide it with a steady beat. At other times, all sections might
be playing very specialized parts in an intricate passage, and a careful coordination
between all sections is required in order to avoid mess and confusion.
At all times, each section has to pull its weight and understand its relevance to the music at different points. At all times, the sections must be in agreement about how the music at each point in time should sound like. The music is not all about themselves, but all about how they fit in with the other sections, because ensemble music is all about the ensemble.
At all times, each section has to pull its weight and understand its relevance to the music at different points. At all times, the sections must be in agreement about how the music at each point in time should sound like. The music is not all about themselves, but all about how they fit in with the other sections, because ensemble music is all about the ensemble.
No, it
really isn’t easy to accomplish ensemble music when such intense teamwork is
required. That’s why a conductor is important – if the members of the ensemble
don’t have this special connection with each other that allows them to play
together, then the conductor must make the ensemble play together by becoming
that connection. If the members of the ensemble can’t be united by
understanding each other, they can still achieve unity by following the command
of one conductor. When following the conductor’s opinion, the ensemble will
naturally be in agreement about how the music should sound like. If all follow
the conductor dutifully, then the magic should almost be guaranteed.
But what
happens when an ensemble plays successfully without a conductor?
Without a
magician who guides the components of the ensemble together to create magic,
the ensemble becomes the magic, themselves. They depend on each other and they
listen to each other intently, because they desperately need each other. They
understand the relevance of their section to the music, and also the relevance
of other sections. A connection so challenging to establish is maintained
through the dedication of each member to working with the entire ensemble to
create magic in the moment. This intimate connection in itself is magic. The
magic of the music they produce is more fragile than that of the music produced
by an ensemble with a conductor, but also more authentic and more precious. The
ensemble is truly one and truly alive. It breathes not according to the
instructions of the conductor, but breathes because all the members together
decide it.
Indeed, an
ensemble that can hold together without a conductor is worthy of praise.
That being
said, an ensemble can and should still be alive and breathing even with a
conductor. The members of a skilled ensemble already possess a connection with
each other, but the conductor causes the connection to be established with
confidence, brings out the beauty of the music clearly by precisely defining it
in every moment, and fixes the music with his lead should anyone mess up. An
ensemble gains a connection within itself by first having a relationship with
the conductor. The conductor is important, and I will always prefer to be in an
ensemble with a conductor because of the security he provides, but I believe
that a string ensemble without a conductor is an accurate definition of the meaning
of an ensemble. Such ensembles are deserving of respect.
It’s kind
of funny, when a conductor who makes a living by conducting an ensemble tells
it that it doesn’t really need him at all, and consistently teaches them how to
make music without him. Maybe Dr Tan’s kind of like a good doctor, whose heart
is not about his paycheck but about the health of his patients. Dr Tan’s heart
is all about the music. He’s all about getting the hearts of the members of the
ensemble invested in the process of music-making. He’s a great conductor and I
feel blessed to be playing in an ensemble under his baton.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Cats
I haven't written here for a long time. I don't think anyone's going to see this. ._. But here it goes. Photo of mentioned cat at the bottom.
This is about the cats in Bukit Batok Central Block 625.
I have lived in Block 625 since I was born. I’m 16 now.
I do not have much memory of the cats in the area as a young child. Unlike other children who are usually excited and intrigued by the cats that live together with them, I ignored them and certainly did not desire any physical contact with them. This must be why I really cannot remember their presence in my early childhood.
I started to notice them in either Primary 3 or 4. (2006 – 2007) It was not because of my curious nature, and it was not because I found them cute. I can’t even remember how the cats looked like and how many of them there were. I noticed their presence because they started doing their toilet business on other floors of the HDB flat, particularly mine which was the second floor. I remember seeing cat droppings along the corridor of my floor. I remember smelling the droppings. I remember hearing my parents talk about how annoying the cats were. I think some residents brought the issue up with the town council, and there was some lively discussion for a while about what to do with the cats.
I do not remember the cats.
I don’t know what happened and whether anything was done to the cats, but the cat droppings stopped appearing along the corridor. The issue died down after a few months, and life went on. I continued to ignore the cats in my upper primary years. (2008 – 2009) But there must have been a surge in the love for cats in this block, because portions of cat food started to appear around the area.
In my lower secondary years, this love for cats from the residents peaked. (2010 – 2011) This was when I really started to see them. There must have been around 4 cats in the block. I saw them everywhere, from the void deck to different staircases to the corridor. I saw cat food everywhere as well. Portions of cat food everywhere, cat everywhere. In 2010, when I got my first mobile phone, I could have snapped some pictures of them. I certainly couldn’t ignore them in 2011, because they grew really fat. They grew so fat they looked pregnant and I really couldn’t ignore them because WHY WERE THEY SO FAT? Sometimes they walked around, sometimes they lazed around. And oh, the displays of affection from the residents! I remember seeing young children, teenagers, adults and elderly alike paying such attention to the cats. Feeding them, stroking them, talking to them, attempting to talk to them in cat language even…suddenly, their presence was so pronounced. One day, my parents and I noticed collars around the necks of these stray cats. We were amazed. A resident loved these stray cats enough to do this?
Although the attention I paid to these cats increased, my affection for them did not. Perhaps it increased just by a little bit, only because I noticed their presence. But I kept my distance. I took pictures of them with my mobile phone, and I had staring competitions with them, but that was all. Sometimes I stuck out my tongue at them or snapped my fingers at them, hoping to elicit some response. They just glared at me with these really cold eyes, (which I weirdly cannot remember, and that saddens me) as though they hated me. They seriously looked like they hated me, and their hostility kept me from getting close. Sometimes they mewed aggressively when I stared for too long. I would bolt off lest one of them fat ones turned out to be pregnant and was ready to unleash some protective motherly violence on me. I tried to take pictures of them when they were asleep, but often failed because I wasn’t good at being quiet. They would wake up glaring straight at my phone, and I’d run off, ending up taking a photo that didn’t look like anything.
It was during this time that I started to recognize them. All of them were fat. All of them had deadly glares. There was a dark grey one with a blue collar. Two white ones with brown patches so I couldn’t really tell them apart. I don’t remember the last one. Was there a last one? Whatever, at least I acknowledged their presence as a whole.
I entered Secondary 3. (2012) I was pretty busy. So were my parents. I still saw the cats, and I still had staring competitions with them, albeit far less often, but I had better things to think about than cats. I took some pictures sometimes, feeling less afraid of their glares which were becoming less piercing to me. They were still fat, and I no longer suspected if any of them were pregnant.
I was really busy. My eyes saw the cats as they lazed around. My eyes saw the cats as they were sprawled on the ground awkwardly because of their fat bodies. My eyes saw the cats grooming themselves sometimes.
My brain didn’t register that they were starting to be asleep more than being awake. My brain didn’t register that there was less cat food around the area, maybe because the cats were getting fatter still for some reason. My brain didn’t register that there were increasingly less humans around them, and that I no longer heard humans attempting cat talk.
Maybe the glares of these cats were really becoming less piercing.
My brain certainly didn’t register that I hadn’t seen some of the cats for a really long time.
My memory of the cats in the late half of 2012 draws a blank. I had become an exco member of my CCA, and I had better things to worry about. My parents had family issues to worry about too. So we didn’t talk about the cats, except to say right in front of their faces that they were horribly fat whenever we walked past them. At this point, I can’t remember if there was only one cat left – a white one with a large brown-black patch in the middle.
I didn’t notice anything and I didn’t care. The cats (cat?) were/was no longer a part of my life as a resident in Block 625.
By this year, my secondary four year, I had cleanly forgotten how popular and prominent these cats used to be. I didn’t see cat food anywhere or any acts of human affection for a long time. I didn’t see them everywhere. I only saw one of them – the white one with the large brown-black patch in the middle. It was so fat. Whenever I saw it, it was sprawled awkwardly on the ground or a step or a chair in the void deck or in an empty shoe rack along my corridor – more often than not, asleep. I don’t think it groomed itself at all this year. Its eyes held no more than half of its past hostility.
My family and I were all busy. My mother talked about how good a life this cat lived, sleeping all day.
Sleeping all day.
I thought about how bored this cat had to be. He was indeed sleeping all day, and certainly he had to be fed in some way because he was still alive. In comparison to the cats in the coffee shop who are all thin fur and bones, his life seemed to be better.
But that was his life, sleeping all day in different places.
Isn’t he tired of sleeping?
Isn’t he tired of life?
Isn’t he lonely?
I didn’t really care. This fat cat that only knew how to sleep was just a part of the landscape of Block 625 whom I sometimes took pictures of and had even fewer staring competitions with (since he was always sleeping). That’s all. I had better things to worry about.
Or so I thought.
Its presence was no longer one of life, like the presence of an animal should be, but one of utter depression. I couldn’t ignore it. My eyes couldn’t avoid looking at this horribly depressed animal, sleeping when he was tired of sleeping, fat but hungry.
He must be so lonely, being the only cat in Block 625, and receiving no attention from humans except for my staring competitions.
Yesterday, when my family was going to the coffee shop at night, I pointed at that cat and said to my brother, “That cat must be lonely?”
He didn’t hear me clearly. “That cat is dying?”
“No, I said he must be lonely.”
“No, I don’t think he’s lonely. If you told me he was dying, I would believe you.”
“You think he’s dying? No lah, he’s just lonely.”
“No, I think he’s dying.”
He was sprawled on a seat in the wide rectangular hole of a pillar of the block. I tried to do a staring competition with him.
He didn’t stare back at me.
I couldn’t really tell in the darkness of the night, but his eyes looked sad. He was supposed to turn his eyes to me when I stand in front of him but his eyes were looking forlornly in the distance. It was as though he didn’t see me at all. Those eyes were soft and glassy. I wanted to take a closer look, but my brother told me not to bother him any more.
When we came back from the coffee shop, it was still there. It suddenly occurred to me that it had been there either since that morning when I went out for breakfast, or that afternoon when I went out for my violin lesson. Either way, it had been there for hours.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Today, when I left the house to go to church, I tried to find him without really looking for him. I was just glancing around the empty area under the block, the empty void deck opposite.
Empty.
I didn’t see him when I came home from church and dinner in the evening either.
I wonder if he’s really dying, or maybe even dead. He could have left this place to find a cosy dark place to die peacefully, as cats tend to do according to my Internet research the previous night.
Somehow I wish I could have been with him with his final hours, stroking his fur like many residents used to do, although I’ve never done that before.
If he has already died. I don’t know, really.
If he’s gone, that’s probably the end of stray cats in Block 625. In a weird way, I am sad. I hope perhaps there’s still a cat somewhere lurking in a part of the block I don’t go to regularly. After all there are about 3 void decks in this U-shaped block. I’m hopeful, because my brother just told me that he saw the grey cat with the blue collar when he went for a haircut just now. He’s still fat, apparently.
I thought I didn’t care, but right now I’m searching through my brain for dregs of memory about the cats of Block 625 that I can put together. They will always be a part of my memory of this place.
1 AM 5 August 2013
Grace
This is about the cats in Bukit Batok Central Block 625.
I have lived in Block 625 since I was born. I’m 16 now.
I do not have much memory of the cats in the area as a young child. Unlike other children who are usually excited and intrigued by the cats that live together with them, I ignored them and certainly did not desire any physical contact with them. This must be why I really cannot remember their presence in my early childhood.
I started to notice them in either Primary 3 or 4. (2006 – 2007) It was not because of my curious nature, and it was not because I found them cute. I can’t even remember how the cats looked like and how many of them there were. I noticed their presence because they started doing their toilet business on other floors of the HDB flat, particularly mine which was the second floor. I remember seeing cat droppings along the corridor of my floor. I remember smelling the droppings. I remember hearing my parents talk about how annoying the cats were. I think some residents brought the issue up with the town council, and there was some lively discussion for a while about what to do with the cats.
I do not remember the cats.
I don’t know what happened and whether anything was done to the cats, but the cat droppings stopped appearing along the corridor. The issue died down after a few months, and life went on. I continued to ignore the cats in my upper primary years. (2008 – 2009) But there must have been a surge in the love for cats in this block, because portions of cat food started to appear around the area.
In my lower secondary years, this love for cats from the residents peaked. (2010 – 2011) This was when I really started to see them. There must have been around 4 cats in the block. I saw them everywhere, from the void deck to different staircases to the corridor. I saw cat food everywhere as well. Portions of cat food everywhere, cat everywhere. In 2010, when I got my first mobile phone, I could have snapped some pictures of them. I certainly couldn’t ignore them in 2011, because they grew really fat. They grew so fat they looked pregnant and I really couldn’t ignore them because WHY WERE THEY SO FAT? Sometimes they walked around, sometimes they lazed around. And oh, the displays of affection from the residents! I remember seeing young children, teenagers, adults and elderly alike paying such attention to the cats. Feeding them, stroking them, talking to them, attempting to talk to them in cat language even…suddenly, their presence was so pronounced. One day, my parents and I noticed collars around the necks of these stray cats. We were amazed. A resident loved these stray cats enough to do this?
Although the attention I paid to these cats increased, my affection for them did not. Perhaps it increased just by a little bit, only because I noticed their presence. But I kept my distance. I took pictures of them with my mobile phone, and I had staring competitions with them, but that was all. Sometimes I stuck out my tongue at them or snapped my fingers at them, hoping to elicit some response. They just glared at me with these really cold eyes, (which I weirdly cannot remember, and that saddens me) as though they hated me. They seriously looked like they hated me, and their hostility kept me from getting close. Sometimes they mewed aggressively when I stared for too long. I would bolt off lest one of them fat ones turned out to be pregnant and was ready to unleash some protective motherly violence on me. I tried to take pictures of them when they were asleep, but often failed because I wasn’t good at being quiet. They would wake up glaring straight at my phone, and I’d run off, ending up taking a photo that didn’t look like anything.
It was during this time that I started to recognize them. All of them were fat. All of them had deadly glares. There was a dark grey one with a blue collar. Two white ones with brown patches so I couldn’t really tell them apart. I don’t remember the last one. Was there a last one? Whatever, at least I acknowledged their presence as a whole.
I entered Secondary 3. (2012) I was pretty busy. So were my parents. I still saw the cats, and I still had staring competitions with them, albeit far less often, but I had better things to think about than cats. I took some pictures sometimes, feeling less afraid of their glares which were becoming less piercing to me. They were still fat, and I no longer suspected if any of them were pregnant.
I was really busy. My eyes saw the cats as they lazed around. My eyes saw the cats as they were sprawled on the ground awkwardly because of their fat bodies. My eyes saw the cats grooming themselves sometimes.
My brain didn’t register that they were starting to be asleep more than being awake. My brain didn’t register that there was less cat food around the area, maybe because the cats were getting fatter still for some reason. My brain didn’t register that there were increasingly less humans around them, and that I no longer heard humans attempting cat talk.
Maybe the glares of these cats were really becoming less piercing.
My brain certainly didn’t register that I hadn’t seen some of the cats for a really long time.
My memory of the cats in the late half of 2012 draws a blank. I had become an exco member of my CCA, and I had better things to worry about. My parents had family issues to worry about too. So we didn’t talk about the cats, except to say right in front of their faces that they were horribly fat whenever we walked past them. At this point, I can’t remember if there was only one cat left – a white one with a large brown-black patch in the middle.
I didn’t notice anything and I didn’t care. The cats (cat?) were/was no longer a part of my life as a resident in Block 625.
By this year, my secondary four year, I had cleanly forgotten how popular and prominent these cats used to be. I didn’t see cat food anywhere or any acts of human affection for a long time. I didn’t see them everywhere. I only saw one of them – the white one with the large brown-black patch in the middle. It was so fat. Whenever I saw it, it was sprawled awkwardly on the ground or a step or a chair in the void deck or in an empty shoe rack along my corridor – more often than not, asleep. I don’t think it groomed itself at all this year. Its eyes held no more than half of its past hostility.
My family and I were all busy. My mother talked about how good a life this cat lived, sleeping all day.
Sleeping all day.
I thought about how bored this cat had to be. He was indeed sleeping all day, and certainly he had to be fed in some way because he was still alive. In comparison to the cats in the coffee shop who are all thin fur and bones, his life seemed to be better.
But that was his life, sleeping all day in different places.
Isn’t he tired of sleeping?
Isn’t he tired of life?
Isn’t he lonely?
I didn’t really care. This fat cat that only knew how to sleep was just a part of the landscape of Block 625 whom I sometimes took pictures of and had even fewer staring competitions with (since he was always sleeping). That’s all. I had better things to worry about.
Or so I thought.
Its presence was no longer one of life, like the presence of an animal should be, but one of utter depression. I couldn’t ignore it. My eyes couldn’t avoid looking at this horribly depressed animal, sleeping when he was tired of sleeping, fat but hungry.
He must be so lonely, being the only cat in Block 625, and receiving no attention from humans except for my staring competitions.
Yesterday, when my family was going to the coffee shop at night, I pointed at that cat and said to my brother, “That cat must be lonely?”
He didn’t hear me clearly. “That cat is dying?”
“No, I said he must be lonely.”
“No, I don’t think he’s lonely. If you told me he was dying, I would believe you.”
“You think he’s dying? No lah, he’s just lonely.”
“No, I think he’s dying.”
He was sprawled on a seat in the wide rectangular hole of a pillar of the block. I tried to do a staring competition with him.
He didn’t stare back at me.
I couldn’t really tell in the darkness of the night, but his eyes looked sad. He was supposed to turn his eyes to me when I stand in front of him but his eyes were looking forlornly in the distance. It was as though he didn’t see me at all. Those eyes were soft and glassy. I wanted to take a closer look, but my brother told me not to bother him any more.
When we came back from the coffee shop, it was still there. It suddenly occurred to me that it had been there either since that morning when I went out for breakfast, or that afternoon when I went out for my violin lesson. Either way, it had been there for hours.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Today, when I left the house to go to church, I tried to find him without really looking for him. I was just glancing around the empty area under the block, the empty void deck opposite.
Empty.
I didn’t see him when I came home from church and dinner in the evening either.
I wonder if he’s really dying, or maybe even dead. He could have left this place to find a cosy dark place to die peacefully, as cats tend to do according to my Internet research the previous night.
Somehow I wish I could have been with him with his final hours, stroking his fur like many residents used to do, although I’ve never done that before.
If he has already died. I don’t know, really.
If he’s gone, that’s probably the end of stray cats in Block 625. In a weird way, I am sad. I hope perhaps there’s still a cat somewhere lurking in a part of the block I don’t go to regularly. After all there are about 3 void decks in this U-shaped block. I’m hopeful, because my brother just told me that he saw the grey cat with the blue collar when he went for a haircut just now. He’s still fat, apparently.
I thought I didn’t care, but right now I’m searching through my brain for dregs of memory about the cats of Block 625 that I can put together. They will always be a part of my memory of this place.
1 AM 5 August 2013
Grace
Sunday, January 30, 2011
...
Hi friends,
I'd love to post.I'd love to stalk blogs and go crazy like I used to.
But really I've changed, my environment has changed.
I'm afraid that this blog would become a serious one. I'm still a happy person bouncing around on good days but I seem to have become less social and I seem to enjoy solitude much more. And I like being quiet. WHAT IS THIS IF I DIDN'T TALK IN THE PAST I'D DIE. Maybe it's because there's nothing much to talk about. In NHPS there were exciting things to talk about everyday and I'd talk so much during dinner. I now eat my dinner pretty quietly. Silently would be too extreme. I dislike silence. It'd be cool to crash a library XD The only time I seem wilder now is with kpop. THAT IS BAD, THAT IS VERY BAD. Kpop must not infiltrate this blog.
I don't hate Maths, really. I don't hate Chinese either. I don't hate anything. It's just very confusing. A lot of things don't make sense now. ARGH I DONT LIKE THE DIRECTION THIS POST IS GOING IN.
*CRASH*
ITS RAINING!
ITS RAINING!
YAYYYYYYYY
...
Traffic lights.
Giraffes.
My violin's name is Victoria.
The internet is a minefield.
Time is a monster.
I have a toy burger on my table.
I'm doing History now.
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
I'm conflicting myself in a lot of ways and I'm in a lot of confusing dilemmas.
Maths is not helping me in any way.
I feel stupid ranting like this because kids in Africa don't get to eat. I get to sit in front of an awesome computer surrounded by awesome resources and I'm ranting like some spoilt idiot.
I want to study in a focussed manner but I wonder sometimes if I have a mild case of ADHD or something. My mind wanders so much.
I don't know what I want to do. I just have a lot of things on my mind. It's not like I have any major problems but I don't know I really don't know. My thoughts zip and fly around and it's really irritating. Confusions in different aspects haunt my brain.
I want to grab my violin and run to some meadow and play the violin under the moon.
I really like my violin now but I'm afraid that I'll lose this liking because of difficulties in learning. I hope that this liking and passion can withstand obstacles.
But as of now, my relationship with my violin is very positive. Sometimes I convert my reduced talking to music from the violin. I let out my thoughts through a violin that speaks.
It's not that my passion is that great.
It's just that I like the violin more than studying.
I could study well in the past so there's no reason why I can't do it now.
But in the past my mind was coherent, clear and happy.
Now it's a bit cloudy and incoherent, like I don't know my own mind.
I don't even know if I should publish this post because if my dad sees this I am screwed big time. I wouldn't know what to tell him because I don't quite understand my mind.
Maybe I should hope no one sees this.
Then what's the point of writing this post?
I don't know
See, I told you I don't quite understand myself.
I don't want to become an emo person. I want to bounce around like an Energizer bunny and feel like one since it's the year of the rabbit. I want to become a nicer person but I am doing nothing about it.
History teacher is a midget. Sorry.
Does this somewhat remind you of a more solemn version of Nigahiga's rant of ADHD? Hmm.
The violin is awesome.
I would like everyone to be happy so I should stop here and move on to something happier.
Okay let's go to something happier.
...
I really should stop wishing I could change the past because clinging to the past only hampers the movement of the present and future.
I'll just end here and perhaps come back with something happier next month or week.
I do know that I'm a very blessed person though.
Please don't think negatively. Stay happy and bounce around like an Energizer bunny. Bounce. Boing. Toink.
Cheers
Grapesgirl
I'd love to post.I'd love to stalk blogs and go crazy like I used to.
But really I've changed, my environment has changed.
I'm afraid that this blog would become a serious one. I'm still a happy person bouncing around on good days but I seem to have become less social and I seem to enjoy solitude much more. And I like being quiet. WHAT IS THIS IF I DIDN'T TALK IN THE PAST I'D DIE. Maybe it's because there's nothing much to talk about. In NHPS there were exciting things to talk about everyday and I'd talk so much during dinner. I now eat my dinner pretty quietly. Silently would be too extreme. I dislike silence. It'd be cool to crash a library XD The only time I seem wilder now is with kpop. THAT IS BAD, THAT IS VERY BAD. Kpop must not infiltrate this blog.
I don't hate Maths, really. I don't hate Chinese either. I don't hate anything. It's just very confusing. A lot of things don't make sense now. ARGH I DONT LIKE THE DIRECTION THIS POST IS GOING IN.
*CRASH*
ITS RAINING!
ITS RAINING!
YAYYYYYYYY
...
Traffic lights.
Giraffes.
My violin's name is Victoria.
The internet is a minefield.
Time is a monster.
I have a toy burger on my table.
I'm doing History now.
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
I'm conflicting myself in a lot of ways and I'm in a lot of confusing dilemmas.
Maths is not helping me in any way.
I feel stupid ranting like this because kids in Africa don't get to eat. I get to sit in front of an awesome computer surrounded by awesome resources and I'm ranting like some spoilt idiot.
I want to study in a focussed manner but I wonder sometimes if I have a mild case of ADHD or something. My mind wanders so much.
I don't know what I want to do. I just have a lot of things on my mind. It's not like I have any major problems but I don't know I really don't know. My thoughts zip and fly around and it's really irritating. Confusions in different aspects haunt my brain.
I want to grab my violin and run to some meadow and play the violin under the moon.
I really like my violin now but I'm afraid that I'll lose this liking because of difficulties in learning. I hope that this liking and passion can withstand obstacles.
But as of now, my relationship with my violin is very positive. Sometimes I convert my reduced talking to music from the violin. I let out my thoughts through a violin that speaks.
It's not that my passion is that great.
It's just that I like the violin more than studying.
I could study well in the past so there's no reason why I can't do it now.
But in the past my mind was coherent, clear and happy.
Now it's a bit cloudy and incoherent, like I don't know my own mind.
I don't even know if I should publish this post because if my dad sees this I am screwed big time. I wouldn't know what to tell him because I don't quite understand my mind.
Maybe I should hope no one sees this.
Then what's the point of writing this post?
I don't know
See, I told you I don't quite understand myself.
I don't want to become an emo person. I want to bounce around like an Energizer bunny and feel like one since it's the year of the rabbit. I want to become a nicer person but I am doing nothing about it.
History teacher is a midget. Sorry.
Does this somewhat remind you of a more solemn version of Nigahiga's rant of ADHD? Hmm.
The violin is awesome.
I would like everyone to be happy so I should stop here and move on to something happier.
Okay let's go to something happier.
...
I really should stop wishing I could change the past because clinging to the past only hampers the movement of the present and future.
I'll just end here and perhaps come back with something happier next month or week.
I do know that I'm a very blessed person though.
Please don't think negatively. Stay happy and bounce around like an Energizer bunny. Bounce. Boing. Toink.
Cheers
Grapesgirl
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Should I post on Taiwan...
Hi friends,
I think I'll die if I post about Taiwan lol. And the only presents I bought were candy...I'm no Santa Claus T_T I'm willing to buy proper presents on pet society though. If everyone played pet society I'd gift every single person T_T
Anyway I will just post about the day I came back first. WHICH IS SUPER DRAMA. I vomited when I got out of the hotel. Then I vomited again. Then I went on the tour bus which was taking us to the hotel. Then I vomited on the bus. Then I got off the bus and I couldn't eat any breakfast, so I vomited instead. Then I went on the plane and vomited twice on the plane. Then I got off the plane in Singapore and vomited another two times. Then I was given medical attention because I couldn't walk and then a lot of random drama then I got out of the airport in a wheelchair AND I FINALLY GOT HOME. HECK YES. I GOT HOME. THEN I DIED OF HAPPINESS.
And from now on I shall sanitize my hands with sanitizing gel every 5 minutes so that I won't introduce any germs to my food or mouth.
The above sentence is anything but the truth. My hygiene habits have never improved. The only thing that changed so far is that I now eat bread with a fork.
ANYWAY I want to thank a lot of people for helping me. My parents and brother were super patient and very worried and kept tending to me and all so I would definitely want to thank all of them. I also have to thank the staff at Changi Airport for giving the medical attention. THEY ARE SO COOL. THEY REALLY ARE VERY COOL. THEY ARE SO COOL *starts sobbing* And finally the people at the same tour as me + the tour guide - they were very helpful and very caring. Their behaviour makes me gain a lot of hope in Singaporeans. SINGAPOREANS ROCK. ASIANS ROCK. EVERYONE ROCKS WHAHAHAHA okay I'm typing more and more random crap these days.
Conclusion: SINGAPOREANS KICK ASS YEAHHHHHH
So I think I might post just certain interesting experiences there. I TOTALLY HAVE TO POST ABOUT THE AH GUA PERfORMANCE. Those guys...they redefine the term "pretty boy". I...I don't even know what to say. And my brother, he had the most epic expression on throughout the performance. I think I'll post in more detail later. I should have taken a picture of his face and the performers but I was so stunned I did not. I shall get photos from my dad who recorded the entire performance XD
Boring post but I'll post something more interesting next time, hopefully.
Cheers
Grapesgirl
I think I'll die if I post about Taiwan lol. And the only presents I bought were candy...I'm no Santa Claus T_T I'm willing to buy proper presents on pet society though. If everyone played pet society I'd gift every single person T_T
Anyway I will just post about the day I came back first. WHICH IS SUPER DRAMA. I vomited when I got out of the hotel. Then I vomited again. Then I went on the tour bus which was taking us to the hotel. Then I vomited on the bus. Then I got off the bus and I couldn't eat any breakfast, so I vomited instead. Then I went on the plane and vomited twice on the plane. Then I got off the plane in Singapore and vomited another two times. Then I was given medical attention because I couldn't walk and then a lot of random drama then I got out of the airport in a wheelchair AND I FINALLY GOT HOME. HECK YES. I GOT HOME. THEN I DIED OF HAPPINESS.
And from now on I shall sanitize my hands with sanitizing gel every 5 minutes so that I won't introduce any germs to my food or mouth.
The above sentence is anything but the truth. My hygiene habits have never improved. The only thing that changed so far is that I now eat bread with a fork.
ANYWAY I want to thank a lot of people for helping me. My parents and brother were super patient and very worried and kept tending to me and all so I would definitely want to thank all of them. I also have to thank the staff at Changi Airport for giving the medical attention. THEY ARE SO COOL. THEY REALLY ARE VERY COOL. THEY ARE SO COOL *starts sobbing* And finally the people at the same tour as me + the tour guide - they were very helpful and very caring. Their behaviour makes me gain a lot of hope in Singaporeans. SINGAPOREANS ROCK. ASIANS ROCK. EVERYONE ROCKS WHAHAHAHA okay I'm typing more and more random crap these days.
Conclusion: SINGAPOREANS KICK ASS YEAHHHHHH
So I think I might post just certain interesting experiences there. I TOTALLY HAVE TO POST ABOUT THE AH GUA PERfORMANCE. Those guys...they redefine the term "pretty boy". I...I don't even know what to say. And my brother, he had the most epic expression on throughout the performance. I think I'll post in more detail later. I should have taken a picture of his face and the performers but I was so stunned I did not. I shall get photos from my dad who recorded the entire performance XD
Boring post but I'll post something more interesting next time, hopefully.
Cheers
Grapesgirl
Monday, November 22, 2010
BERLIN PHILHARMONIKER!!!!!!!
First things first.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MDM SHA!!!!! Sheng ri kuai le, Saengil Chukha Hamnida!
1-1APPY B1r+1-1DAY (this is how it's written on the calculator. She's my P6 Math teacher! :D) I want all my P6 teachers back T_T
Hi friends,
NYGH STRING ENSEMBLE GOT TO WATCH THE BERLIN PHILHARMONIKER FOR FREE!
FREE!
FREE!!!
THE PRICE OF THE USUAL TICKET RANGES FROM $80 to $680!!!!!!!!!!
IT'S LIKE THE WORLD'S BEST ORCHESTRA!!!!!!!!!!!!
You're jealous right?...
.......
...I know you aren't.
And it was not the real concert, it was like the rehearsal, so there were some interruptions here and there. And they were filming it in 3D and they were filming the audience too and we got the first row so we had to not fall asleep.
Which is sometimes challenging -
- DON't GET ME WRONG They're really awesome. I MEAN IT. They are like really awesome. And when they play the super loud parts with crazy grandeur you feel like you're being blown off your seat with this wave of awesomeness. Then another wave of awesome comes WHOOSH and I was like WHOAAAAAAAAAAA I'm surfing some awesome. And this tsunami of awesome sweeps you up in this pure awesomeness and crashes on my feeble mind and I'm all like WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (no I did not say that out loud. Of course not.)
But that was how my friend woke up.
She woke up whenever the grand parts of the symphony were played. And my brain which became hazy from time to time (my sincere apologies to the orchestra because they do not deserve a single sleepy member of the audience at all) woke up during those parts too.
It's not the orchestra's fault. It's just that...some parts sound like lullabies.
I'M REALLY SORRY...they don't deserve an audience like me who feels like sleeping in any part of the symphonies.
But at least I didn't sleep...3 of my friends did XD Then they woke up when they heard the loud clash of the cymbals and the awesomeness tsunami made its greatly anticipated entrance.
The conductor guy is called Sir Simon Rattle but thanks to his hair we preferred to call him Einstein. (The orchestra is German. Okay this is a random insert byebye) so um anyway he looks like a really fun humorous nice guy. All jolly and funny like a German. He looks really cool when he conducts it's like he's a magician and this magical show was performed with perfection.
OH LEMME INTERRUPT. Let's talk about some Asian pride.
The best player is ASIAN! YES THE BEST PLAYER IS THIS ASIAN GUY YAYYYYYYYYY He is in first violin and he gets random small solo parts once in a while. But he plays really loudly and really passionately. I feel my eyes being drawn to him. It's like he consumed some magic powder and his entire body jerks with this crazy powder and the music that pours out of his violin is MAGICAL AND EMOTIONAL AND PASSIONATE AND INTENSE AND I WANNA PLAY LIKE HIM.
Only thing is, he didn't consume any powder. IT'S BECAUSE HE'S ASIAN. The rest of the orchestra, they probably consumed the magic powder...
...Of course they didn't. All of them must have practised really hard. They probably make music their spouse or something. And they all look like very jolly happy people. Who drink their nights away and work like crazy the next morning for music. That's just my German stereotype but I'm pretty sure the guys drink a lot together.
The best part of the performance is seeing their togetherness. Like how they understand each other so much. And their passionfruit really shows. It shows in the way they perform. For example, I'm sitting in the front row so I don't get a very good view of anyone beyond the first row of violinists but I can see the hair of some people beyond the row flying around. Especially the bass guy. There is this bass guy with golden hair and he plays so crazily his hair looks amazing. I do find him inspiring because I feel that good bass players who play with passion are rare. I may be wrong though but all the same I find him inspiring.
I guess the funny part is when the conductor keeps going on and off the stage. In the brochure, one comment by a reviewer was "The ovation just kept going on and on."
This is what happened:
- Symphony ends and conductor bows. Very enthusiastic clapping in response which they truly deserve.
- Conductor leaves and clapping continues.
- Conductor goes up again to bow again or something. Clapping becomes louder.
- Conductor leaves and clapping continues but dies a bit.
- Conductor goes up to shake hands with some players and clapping becomes louder again.
- Conductor leaves and clapping dies a little but still going.
- Conductor goes up again to get flowers and clapping surges. My friend asks why is he going up so many times.
- Conductor leaves and clapping dies very little. My friend stops clapping.
- Conductor goes up and sections of the orchestra rise one by one to loud clapping. My friend shakes her tired arm.
- He goes off permanently.
XD
Do I sound like I'm making fun of them? I hope not...because they did a great job. Tomorrow at CCA Mr Sze's going to ask us why we don't sound like that.
I have no answer...maybe it's because we have no magic powder.
OKAY FINE I DIDN'T PRACTISE AS MUCH AS I SHOULD. Or as much as they did.
*sigh*
Overall I think it was awesome and they would have received a standing ovation if the audience was not a Singaporean one but I wouldn't pay $600 for it. Or maybe I'm just not mature enough to fully appreciate it.
So um yeah that's it.:D
I'll go look for some powder. MWAHAHA.
And um enjoy the rest of your hols? :D
Cheers
Grapesgirl
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MDM SHA!!!!! Sheng ri kuai le, Saengil Chukha Hamnida!
1-1APPY B1r+1-1DAY (this is how it's written on the calculator. She's my P6 Math teacher! :D) I want all my P6 teachers back T_T
Hi friends,
NYGH STRING ENSEMBLE GOT TO WATCH THE BERLIN PHILHARMONIKER FOR FREE!
FREE!
FREE!!!
THE PRICE OF THE USUAL TICKET RANGES FROM $80 to $680!!!!!!!!!!
IT'S LIKE THE WORLD'S BEST ORCHESTRA!!!!!!!!!!!!
You're jealous right?...
.......
...I know you aren't.
And it was not the real concert, it was like the rehearsal, so there were some interruptions here and there. And they were filming it in 3D and they were filming the audience too and we got the first row so we had to not fall asleep.
Which is sometimes challenging -
- DON't GET ME WRONG They're really awesome. I MEAN IT. They are like really awesome. And when they play the super loud parts with crazy grandeur you feel like you're being blown off your seat with this wave of awesomeness. Then another wave of awesome comes WHOOSH and I was like WHOAAAAAAAAAAA I'm surfing some awesome. And this tsunami of awesome sweeps you up in this pure awesomeness and crashes on my feeble mind and I'm all like WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (no I did not say that out loud. Of course not.)
But that was how my friend woke up.
She woke up whenever the grand parts of the symphony were played. And my brain which became hazy from time to time (my sincere apologies to the orchestra because they do not deserve a single sleepy member of the audience at all) woke up during those parts too.
It's not the orchestra's fault. It's just that...some parts sound like lullabies.
I'M REALLY SORRY...they don't deserve an audience like me who feels like sleeping in any part of the symphonies.
But at least I didn't sleep...3 of my friends did XD Then they woke up when they heard the loud clash of the cymbals and the awesomeness tsunami made its greatly anticipated entrance.
The conductor guy is called Sir Simon Rattle but thanks to his hair we preferred to call him Einstein. (The orchestra is German. Okay this is a random insert byebye) so um anyway he looks like a really fun humorous nice guy. All jolly and funny like a German. He looks really cool when he conducts it's like he's a magician and this magical show was performed with perfection.
OH LEMME INTERRUPT. Let's talk about some Asian pride.
The best player is ASIAN! YES THE BEST PLAYER IS THIS ASIAN GUY YAYYYYYYYYY He is in first violin and he gets random small solo parts once in a while. But he plays really loudly and really passionately. I feel my eyes being drawn to him. It's like he consumed some magic powder and his entire body jerks with this crazy powder and the music that pours out of his violin is MAGICAL AND EMOTIONAL AND PASSIONATE AND INTENSE AND I WANNA PLAY LIKE HIM.
Only thing is, he didn't consume any powder. IT'S BECAUSE HE'S ASIAN. The rest of the orchestra, they probably consumed the magic powder...
...Of course they didn't. All of them must have practised really hard. They probably make music their spouse or something. And they all look like very jolly happy people. Who drink their nights away and work like crazy the next morning for music. That's just my German stereotype but I'm pretty sure the guys drink a lot together.
The best part of the performance is seeing their togetherness. Like how they understand each other so much. And their passionfruit really shows. It shows in the way they perform. For example, I'm sitting in the front row so I don't get a very good view of anyone beyond the first row of violinists but I can see the hair of some people beyond the row flying around. Especially the bass guy. There is this bass guy with golden hair and he plays so crazily his hair looks amazing. I do find him inspiring because I feel that good bass players who play with passion are rare. I may be wrong though but all the same I find him inspiring.
I guess the funny part is when the conductor keeps going on and off the stage. In the brochure, one comment by a reviewer was "The ovation just kept going on and on."
This is what happened:
- Symphony ends and conductor bows. Very enthusiastic clapping in response which they truly deserve.
- Conductor leaves and clapping continues.
- Conductor goes up again to bow again or something. Clapping becomes louder.
- Conductor leaves and clapping continues but dies a bit.
- Conductor goes up to shake hands with some players and clapping becomes louder again.
- Conductor leaves and clapping dies a little but still going.
- Conductor goes up again to get flowers and clapping surges. My friend asks why is he going up so many times.
- Conductor leaves and clapping dies very little. My friend stops clapping.
- Conductor goes up and sections of the orchestra rise one by one to loud clapping. My friend shakes her tired arm.
- He goes off permanently.
XD
Do I sound like I'm making fun of them? I hope not...because they did a great job. Tomorrow at CCA Mr Sze's going to ask us why we don't sound like that.
I have no answer...maybe it's because we have no magic powder.
OKAY FINE I DIDN'T PRACTISE AS MUCH AS I SHOULD. Or as much as they did.
*sigh*
Overall I think it was awesome and they would have received a standing ovation if the audience was not a Singaporean one but I wouldn't pay $600 for it. Or maybe I'm just not mature enough to fully appreciate it.
So um yeah that's it.:D
I'll go look for some powder. MWAHAHA.
And um enjoy the rest of your hols? :D
Cheers
Grapesgirl
Saturday, November 6, 2010
*gasp*
...*brushes dust away*...*acck*...*ACCCK*...
O.O...
...Hi friends...
OH MY GOODNESS I HAVEN'T BEEN HERE FOR ETERNITY SEIUGHSIDFUHG.
And honestly speaking, after reading the tags...I feel very touched. Really.
Thank you so much...thank you. *sob* THANK YOU WAAAAAAAAHHH -
- Anyway. I'm pretty annoyed by the people who commented on my last post. CAN ALL PERVERTS PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM THIS PLACE EVEN IF ITS DEAD I DON'T WANT PERVERT POSTS POLLUTING IT.
I feel bad...really bad. I'll explain my disappearance.
After a while I actually find blogging tiring. The pressure of having to keep posting and to keep tagging other people. I used to hate dead blogs but now I understand them really. I give my full respect to regular bloggers. After I decided to abandon this blog I stayed away from this place as much as I could and refused to return. Because I would feel horrible if I did and I do now. The reason why I came back is because I wanted to get to my account and create a new blog without anyone knowing about it so I can blog without stress. I have not created it after I read the tags. I...sort of miss blogging I guess. Okay, scrap that. I MISS BLOGGING. But I think I have forgotten how to. I hope not.
So I just want to thank every single person who asked me to revive this...I'm not sure if I will. But I'm very grateful...
I'll just post this one post and I'll think about revival. I haven't been tagging other people and the links on the right probably don't even work anymore. I stopped visiting in order to tear away from blogging. Blogging is stressful...or maybe I'm making a big deal out of it. Okay I am. Besides I've changed quite a bit and I guess the way that I blog may change too, may be in a bad way. Or maybe I'll go create a blog that no one reads. But for now I'll try a proper post.
Here goes. *deep breath* *closes eyes*
Ehh I can't type with my eyes closed so ignore that.
I...have a box of Ricola pearls next to my computer now. It's strawberry flavoured. NO YOU WILL NOT HAVE ANY SO YAY. The green chicken behind you can have some though. Yo chicken, want some? There you go. Um apparently over-consumption induces laxative effects but that's okay with me because I do business 2-3 times a week. And I have to say
THIS IS THE BEST TASTING LAXATIVE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.
And after consuming 6 pearls at one go I have been doing business every day for 3 days. THIS IS A MIRACLE. HOORAY FOR RICOLA but um this is not good for people who have no problems with doing business.
Okay how am I supposed to continue. *awkward silence*
...I GOT C5 FOR JAPANESE. MIRACLE TO BEHOLD. SAVE THE APPLAUSE. The fact that I didn't get a D for this is aMaZiNg. No I shall not reveal the results for other subjects because I'm honestly disappointed with my results but one thing I'll say is that I am really happy with my science results. Maybe I should take Science as an elective in Sec 3. But the disappointing results for other subjects are really disappointing. Whoa I'm very repetitive. I'm repeating repetitive sentences over and over again. I really repeat things alot. I'm repeating this again and again to emphasise I AM TOO REPETITIVE BECAUSE I REPEAT THINGS TOO MUCH
Okay what was that.
I didn't get an A1 in the final exam AND THAT IS AN UNFORGIVABLE CRIME HOW CAN MY SCIENCE BE BETTER THAN ENGLISH ARFHGWIDXUE!!! Thankfully my overall English score is still A1. Oh and I got a B4 for Geography. Wow I just realised that I contradicted what I said in the previous previous paragraph but never mind. AND IM VERY INDIGNANT ABOUT THAT. Seriously? I SPENT ALMOST ALL MY STUDY TIME ON GEOGRAPHY AND CRAMMED THE OTHER SUBJECTS AT THE LAST MINUTE. And I do the worst in Geography. HOW AWESOME. Because of Geography I hardly studied History and I'm really thankful that I still managed to get an A2 for History. That brought my Humanities score up.
*does not want to talk about academics* ITS THE HOLIDAYS.
Really.
It's the holidays.
Wow.
Somehow, I am not jumping for joy and living up the party. I am spamming computer use now but whatever I don't feel like uplifted and in seventh heaven or whatever. I just feel...unenthusiastic. I'm back on facebook and pet society and the zest is somehow gone. It's like the year just whizzed by like that...I've changed so much as the days run past me. Time waits for no man, and it did not wait for me. As I look back I am filled with countless regrets and oh as the autumn leaves fall leaving its feared solitude and leads to the cold darkness and into the melancholy winter as the sad violin plays its intoxicating melody tearing leaves of hope down from tired trees of the forest and youth migrates with the birds of the air blah blah blah uerishfdhfdjfhierguv.....
1 hour later.
Sorry. Got carried away. Anyway I do hope that all of us will put this year behind us and move on to better things. Dilculum - a new beginning. Okay it does not help that I'm listening to a sad violin song entitled Sad Romance. At least it sounds better than Bad Romance I don't really like Lady Gaga. One letter makes a world of difference. Listening to Bad Romance right after listening to Sad Romance is an assault on the ears. I'm sorry if you like her. I don't hate her or her music though it's just normal music to me.
Okay I think my post is very long so I'll end off by saying thank you to the Sec 4 seniors. They have done a lot for me in my CCA and I truly admire them. I haven't even gotten them presents. I have become less social and therefore my relationship with many seniors is awkward. I would really want to be good friends with them but somehow I hold them in this high respect that I should not be good friends with them because they are too awesome. Thank you, and Diluculum wouldn't be possible without them.
This post is different from other posts I guess. I'm not happy about that. But I'll leave it. Heck I'll just post a photoshop attempt and go. Please enlarge the picture.
We miss being kids right?
Cheers
Grapesgirl
O.O...
...Hi friends...
OH MY GOODNESS I HAVEN'T BEEN HERE FOR ETERNITY SEIUGHSIDFUHG.
And honestly speaking, after reading the tags...I feel very touched. Really.
Thank you so much...thank you. *sob* THANK YOU WAAAAAAAAHHH -
- Anyway. I'm pretty annoyed by the people who commented on my last post. CAN ALL PERVERTS PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM THIS PLACE EVEN IF ITS DEAD I DON'T WANT PERVERT POSTS POLLUTING IT.
I feel bad...really bad. I'll explain my disappearance.
After a while I actually find blogging tiring. The pressure of having to keep posting and to keep tagging other people. I used to hate dead blogs but now I understand them really. I give my full respect to regular bloggers. After I decided to abandon this blog I stayed away from this place as much as I could and refused to return. Because I would feel horrible if I did and I do now. The reason why I came back is because I wanted to get to my account and create a new blog without anyone knowing about it so I can blog without stress. I have not created it after I read the tags. I...sort of miss blogging I guess. Okay, scrap that. I MISS BLOGGING. But I think I have forgotten how to. I hope not.
So I just want to thank every single person who asked me to revive this...I'm not sure if I will. But I'm very grateful...
I'll just post this one post and I'll think about revival. I haven't been tagging other people and the links on the right probably don't even work anymore. I stopped visiting in order to tear away from blogging. Blogging is stressful...or maybe I'm making a big deal out of it. Okay I am. Besides I've changed quite a bit and I guess the way that I blog may change too, may be in a bad way. Or maybe I'll go create a blog that no one reads. But for now I'll try a proper post.
Here goes. *deep breath* *closes eyes*
Ehh I can't type with my eyes closed so ignore that.
I...have a box of Ricola pearls next to my computer now. It's strawberry flavoured. NO YOU WILL NOT HAVE ANY SO YAY. The green chicken behind you can have some though. Yo chicken, want some? There you go. Um apparently over-consumption induces laxative effects but that's okay with me because I do business 2-3 times a week. And I have to say
THIS IS THE BEST TASTING LAXATIVE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.
And after consuming 6 pearls at one go I have been doing business every day for 3 days. THIS IS A MIRACLE. HOORAY FOR RICOLA but um this is not good for people who have no problems with doing business.
Okay how am I supposed to continue. *awkward silence*
...I GOT C5 FOR JAPANESE. MIRACLE TO BEHOLD. SAVE THE APPLAUSE. The fact that I didn't get a D for this is aMaZiNg. No I shall not reveal the results for other subjects because I'm honestly disappointed with my results but one thing I'll say is that I am really happy with my science results. Maybe I should take Science as an elective in Sec 3. But the disappointing results for other subjects are really disappointing. Whoa I'm very repetitive. I'm repeating repetitive sentences over and over again. I really repeat things alot. I'm repeating this again and again to emphasise I AM TOO REPETITIVE BECAUSE I REPEAT THINGS TOO MUCH
Okay what was that.
I didn't get an A1 in the final exam AND THAT IS AN UNFORGIVABLE CRIME HOW CAN MY SCIENCE BE BETTER THAN ENGLISH ARFHGWIDXUE!!! Thankfully my overall English score is still A1. Oh and I got a B4 for Geography. Wow I just realised that I contradicted what I said in the previous previous paragraph but never mind. AND IM VERY INDIGNANT ABOUT THAT. Seriously? I SPENT ALMOST ALL MY STUDY TIME ON GEOGRAPHY AND CRAMMED THE OTHER SUBJECTS AT THE LAST MINUTE. And I do the worst in Geography. HOW AWESOME. Because of Geography I hardly studied History and I'm really thankful that I still managed to get an A2 for History. That brought my Humanities score up.
*does not want to talk about academics* ITS THE HOLIDAYS.
Really.
It's the holidays.
Wow.
Somehow, I am not jumping for joy and living up the party. I am spamming computer use now but whatever I don't feel like uplifted and in seventh heaven or whatever. I just feel...unenthusiastic. I'm back on facebook and pet society and the zest is somehow gone. It's like the year just whizzed by like that...I've changed so much as the days run past me. Time waits for no man, and it did not wait for me. As I look back I am filled with countless regrets and oh as the autumn leaves fall leaving its feared solitude and leads to the cold darkness and into the melancholy winter as the sad violin plays its intoxicating melody tearing leaves of hope down from tired trees of the forest and youth migrates with the birds of the air blah blah blah uerishfdhfdjfhierguv.....
1 hour later.
Sorry. Got carried away. Anyway I do hope that all of us will put this year behind us and move on to better things. Dilculum - a new beginning. Okay it does not help that I'm listening to a sad violin song entitled Sad Romance. At least it sounds better than Bad Romance I don't really like Lady Gaga. One letter makes a world of difference. Listening to Bad Romance right after listening to Sad Romance is an assault on the ears. I'm sorry if you like her. I don't hate her or her music though it's just normal music to me.
Okay I think my post is very long so I'll end off by saying thank you to the Sec 4 seniors. They have done a lot for me in my CCA and I truly admire them. I haven't even gotten them presents. I have become less social and therefore my relationship with many seniors is awkward. I would really want to be good friends with them but somehow I hold them in this high respect that I should not be good friends with them because they are too awesome. Thank you, and Diluculum wouldn't be possible without them.
This post is different from other posts I guess. I'm not happy about that. But I'll leave it. Heck I'll just post a photoshop attempt and go. Please enlarge the picture.
We miss being kids right?
Cheers
Grapesgirl
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
