hello hello.
but they turned out to be muffins.
still, they are the most successful bakes mom & me ever made.
oh man i am so dead for math and bio block test next week crap.
NYCD went to SYF today.
All our hardwork, our time and effort were over in that short yet never ending seven minutes.
Now we can finally exclaim, "SYF is oveeeeeeeeerrrrrr!".
If you hear carefully, you might notice a lingering sense of sadness.
25 weeks of training.
Over hundreds of hours on this beautiful dance.
We have no time for studies, no time to even spend time with our families during weekends.
We have lack of sleep which results in our bloodshot eyes and humongous black circles around the eyes.
What did we get?
Blood, tears, and ultimately, laughter and fun.
If you ask us if we regret embarking on this arduous yet fulfilling journey together, you'll get a firm "NO!"
NYCD is our life.
It gives us solace, joy and a breathing space in our hectic lifestyle.
Most importantly, it is our friendship and comraderie bonds that we forged during this journey together.
In the end, results don't really matter anymore.
So what if you get bronze, silver, gold or even gold with honours?
What is the meaning of the results if you didn't enjoy yourself?
In the end, we will proudly say, "WE ARE FROM NANYANG CHINESE DANCE AND EXTREMELY PROUD OF IT!!!"
NYCD go, go, GO!!!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
My baby sister is extremely adorable.
She makes the whole world go round!!!
Monday, February 23, 2009
I am not a very strong person.
Spiritually, I mean.
I get upset very easily.
Just like today.
My reaction was too extreme and I made a fool out of myself.
Gave people a scare.
So embarrassing!
How I wish I wasn't like that.
Stupid me.
Cry, cry, cry.
Tearing up for such small and insignificant things.
It was only a harmless remark.
And I just got worked up all of a sudden.
But the I was overwhelmed by that depressing feeling and the silly tears flowed out.
I need to CHANGE.
Cannot keep being so moody and so weak and so sensitive.
I probably have too much tears in my system.
One day my eyes will be so sore they can't see anymore.
Please tell me not to cry.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
MY SISTER IS SICK!!!
She's needs to be hospitalised for 3 days.
There's some growth on her stomach so my parents brought her to the hospital.
I am so going to miss her!
I really hope she's all right.
Aw man.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Hey.
Well I decided to be faithful to this blog of 3 years:)
Firstly, I officially changed my name.
I've got a deed poll which proves this and am waiting for MOE to update my profile.
Soon my class register is gonna be changed too.
I think 309'09 is quite a nice and fun class.
That's really good cos' I was worrying at the start of the year about that.
Ok my sister is as cute as ever and I love her to bits!!!
Apart from the fact that she howls in the middle of the night and peed on my hand, she's wonderful.
Here's some pics I really liked:
Saturday, January 10, 2009
It's a whole new year!
I am Secondary three already.
Officially a SENIOR.
The elderly in the school.
My Sec 3 life has just started and I can already feel the tension and stress in the air.
I know it's not gonna be easy.
From 2/1/09 onwards, my life has been revolving around school, dance and homework.
Nothing else.
I don't have the time, you know?
Worksheets, assignments, project work, endless dance practices, social problems...
They rush you out of balance.
Gripping tightly to whatever near you is the only way you can survive in this gargantuan tornado.
As you count down the number of your survivng brain cells, you suddenly feel helpless and desperate.
One day your nerve cells will stretch to it's fullest potential and snap like a huge rubber band.
You won't even know when you landed up in the asylum.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Happy New Year!!!
Here's a pic of my baby sister:)
Monday, December 29, 2008
hey.
It has been a while since I last blogged.
School is starting soooooon!!!
I have mixed feelings.
Partially excited, but also a little reluctant.
When I go back to school, I will be from 309'09 instead of my familiar 201'08.
Sigh.
Even though we promised one another never to forget each other, but deep down I know this is impossible.
As time progresses, we'll eventually lose touch.
Thinking of this makes me sad.
But I think it is a phase of life we all have to go through.
Next year, I'll be a senior.
Next year, I'll make new friends.
Next year, I must let go of 2008.
The things, the people, the memories.
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