Edit at 8:30pm: I finally finished the book, 477 pages in total. Why must all Jodi Picoult books end this way? After what the family's been through, Willow has to die; this time, the ice broke, not her. But with the lawsuit, her mother lost her best friend, her sister went through a difficult time coping with a sister with disability (like mine, always neglected, sorry), her parents' marriage was on the verge of breaking, Willow broke sixty-two times and when they finally got the eight million to live comfortably and afford all the special needs care for her, she leaves the family -- forever.
I regret opening this book. Jodi Picoult's latest book, released in print in 2009, Handle with Care is very addictive, as all her books are. But what i hate most about this book is that it relates to me. Sorry if i ever do spoil the plot in this post; if you don't want to risk spoilers, then navigate away immediately.
Willow is born with OI (Osterogenesis Imperfecta), which means her bones are brittle and they can break easily even just from a simple fall. Her parents are suing her ob-gyn, who is also her mother's best friend for a wrongful birth. Of course, i question the practicality of the plot; which normal being has the courage to sue your best friend who has been through thick and thin with you for eight whole years?
But that's not the point. It relates to me because i see the book through Willow's eyes. While her parents are struggling with their inner self about whether they should lie in court to say that if they knew Willow had OI earlier, they could have terminated her (beyond a certain stage of pregnancy, it is fatal to terminate it) so that she never needed to suffer such pain, I wonder, would the world be different without me? Would my parents have chosen to continue with the pregnancy if they knew i had this heart problem earlier? And most importantly, do my parents and my sister still love me even though i cause so much trouble?
This book, coupled with the fact that i suffered an attack yesterday morning so i couldn't go for the Vienna Boys Choir concert which i had been looking forward for weeks, had totally ruined my day. Still, i'm going to finish it, because i just hate terminating books halfway. I cried so much last night, because i just felt that i was a pain in the bud. Because of me, my parents cancelled their date to Orchard Road light up. Because of me, my piano teacher has to arrange another time for replacement class. Because of me, my sister had to go watch Vienna Boys by herself.
I like to quote some lines in Jodi Picoult's book, because its rather inspiring.
God saves truly special babies for parents He trusts.
Barriers were meant to be broken, that no one can be defined by a disability, and that nothing's ever impossible.
Now i got my speech outline properly done up, i need to get a speech transcript written out; I can't possibly talk with just a skimpy outline, no not in front of Ms Cheng. And i thought this long weekend was for me to enjoy my birthday! But no, its more for me to mug, mug, mug!
I'm so silly. I was suppose to wash the cutter, you know those that you use to peel carrot/potato skin with. I was supposed to clean it with a cloth. But I used my thumb to clean it, and wallah! I have such a long cut on my thumb! It's such a handicap! Strange enough, i never knew that a thumb was important until today. I know i'm being stupid, thinking of so many things from a long cut, but i can't help it. Let's just say i'm whining, because my thumb is throbbing as i'm typing this and there's nothing i can do about it.
With my thumb injured, i have to consciously make sure it doesn't touch anything to hurt it more. And I can't grip a fork properly, which i had to do at my birthday dinner. I can't peel prawn shells; i had to do them with my mouth, which was difficult because these tiny prawns are so curled up. I couldn't rip open the crab shell with my bare hands, and neither could i use cutlery to do it; I was relying on my family to feed me for dinner.
Now that dinner's over, i'm sad because i can't practice the piano. How on earth am i going to do that alberti base in the speed required? And that thrill; where left hand thrills are done using the thumb and the index finger. Okay, then for the slow pieces, how can my thumb take the strain of staying on the note for the full value?
So you see, you never know the value of what you have until you lose it (temporarily or not), and by then, it might be too late :P
It's been a very rewarding past semester and i feel that i've grown a lot, both physically and mentally. I shall attempt, bit by bit, to consolidate my journey through life over the past sixteen years (yes, sixteen, finally!) here. Strangely, I remember very little of my childhood days, except for the fact that it was spent in SNGS, slogging away at schoolwork, for our only goal in such a competitive class was to enter the most prestigious school. Though there were fond memories, such as of 6C 2005 being the (in)famous monkeys, they were rare and few. Another factor that could contribute to such little memories of my early years was that i was very passive, very reticent, very quiet. It was just me; i was an introvert. But once i got to know you, and you were willing to accept my heart problem, i was very friendly, and i treasured every friendship.
Like my primary school days, my first two years in this school was not etched deeply in my mind. I'm not sure why, but i can't reason it out yet. Slowly but surely, these two periods of my life will be documented down, as much as i remember.
Through these two years in 303 and 403, i've progressed a lot. I really do want to thank every one of you for being such a nice class and creating the most conducive environment for me to grow up. I changed a lot in personality, from that passive little onlooker to one who is comfortable around others and more than eager to join in the class activities! From someone who detests studying to someone who is motivated to study. And best of all, someone with low self-esteem to one who is glowing with confidence. Thank you everyone, who has entered my life these two years and changed it drastically. I didn't expect to be accepted into the community, for i didn't attend pe lessons and had a whole lot of trouble climbing stairs, and had to return home due to giddiness at time. Yet, i did have understanding friends who, not only helped me when i asked them, but also called me when i'm sick to check on me and also took the effort to ask me whether i am well when i don't look too good.
Okay, since i have Chem O test tomorrow, and math honours quiz, i shall stop here and continue further another day.
This was not an easy week, being down with so many things. I don't know if you can classify that as a common flu or not, but my illness doesn't seem to fit anywhere else. I've been so blur the past two days i went back to school. I couldn't understand what Ms Tay was trying to explain to me for the four-part harmony; i didn't register there was a bio exam the day before when Dr Tan asked me how it was on thursday; i took such a long time to get Lenz's law and the right hand rule.
But i'm better! No more giddiness or headaches! Okays, headaches from doing homework, that one is inevitable.
Next week will not be an easy week, but i believe that i can take it. I believe that i can go through that week and ace all my tests and quizzes, and especially my PSAT(:
Sometimes, its really foolish to make a decision based on peer pressure. At the point of decision, you wouldn't register it as 'peer pressure'; you just made the decision because everyone is doing that and you want to be with your friends. But to me, i don't think the advantages of being with friends outweigh the disadvantages of keeping the major. After all, friends are friends, and they will be friends forever! I can always IM-them, sms them or see them in the canteen or something. But to me, to study that subject, that particular subject, is very taxing. It requires many hours of work just to understand a seemingly simple concept that other people understand in class.
I was thinking of the big picture as i signed the form. First, short-term would be years 5 and 6. What do i want? A relaxed year? Yes, i do. After so much rigour in the system, you want relaxation. And I still have boarding life to adapt to, to enjoy and to get the most out of it. If i free up my time, i can spend it on other places, like music. Then, consider the longer-term. What course do i want to take in university? Accountancy as first choice, life-sciences (specialisation in molecular and cell biology) as second. It helps to be specific, and to get your dreams and aspirations well thought-out at the start. Do some research; the NUS website and their requirements, the potential jobs and their courses. In fact, engineering does not require physics, but physics would help; if you don't have a physics major, then you take a 1 semester preparatory module in your first year.
So, i made the decision, and i will not regret. Never regret and move ahead. I'm going to try to get a high CAP, so i can get into the course and the uni of my choice. I should have more time now, with one less subject to deal with (and another, which is chinese, assuming i get a D7, which i should. Its the A1 that is uncertain.)
Best countries to live in: Norway, Australia, Iceland, Canada.... Singapore (at 23rd!) I think its in a very commendable position! Considering the time we had to develop in comparison to the other countries way above us. But i would like to visit the other countries too! Like as a holiday, perhaps a one-month holiday or something. That'll be cool! :P One day, we shall tour the world!
Yes, I'm sick. Sore throat. Maybe yesterday's giddiness and headaches are a signal of what to come. So next time i better be more careful.
I uploaded my google calendar to this blog! So now you can see the events that are coming up! And the homework that are due. The reason why i don't want to create a list is because my mind doesn't work by listing; it works by calendars. I picture the entire month's calendar in my mind, aided by my little print out calendar in my notebook, and the google calendar for organisation. And i recall by sieving through the weeks so find out what is due on which day, at exactly which box on the calendar it is found.
Today didn't have a good start. It isn't the best start ever, and it might even be the worse start. I was alright in the morning before morning assembly, but when the bell rang and i stood up to make my way to the track i didn't feel that fantastic. I wasn't moody or anything, its just that i felt giddy. Then throughout mentoring, when Ms Sie was talking, Dylan was cracking jokes and everyone was laughing, the world was spinning. After which was our free period because we didn't have evolution lesson (Thank God!) and Junyan advised me to go home. Which i did. Because by that time, it was 9.30am, and I was feeling giddy, had a bad headache (despite the Panadol and the Ponstar i took), my throat hurts being slightly inflammed, and my stomach's churning (its probably gastric).
And I went home and sleep!
One of my off-days i guess. Yesterday too, i was completely off tangent. I was rather moody due to my inability to absorb any of the evolution knowledge, and i packed the house. I brought all the newspapers and other cardboard boxes out to the lift. It gets recycled, because the cleaners would bring these stuff to sell to the recycling company for some money, so its alright leaving it there.
But life still goes on. And the music of life lives on :P So, just face every obstacle with a smile and you'll be okay! A smile is a curve that sets everything straight!
I've started play Restaurant City on Facebook. Just leave it on to accumulate gourmet points! Its rather fun, because my mathematical mind kicks in when i play this game: to calculate the most efficient layout such that you get the most gourmet points, to trade ingredients (or not to trade) such that you can level up the best, to effectively deploy people according to your layout. Then, my artistic mind kicks in in deciding the theme for the restaurant and more.
well, the school pianokeyboard does work wonders, despite its pedal being spoilt. I couldn't get the rhythm and the notes for this three lines of a piano score, and i tried it on the piano, owing to the fact that i have a lot of time to spare. Fabia and Hafizah were there too, but it doesn't matter. The fact is: I got the part correct, without the need to practice hands separately and together ten times each, as i always do at home in order to perfect a section!!! And the 'snowflakes' part of Chopin's Nocturne Op.55 was solved on that piano too!!! I practiced that seven bars for two days, one hour each day, ten times each hand, ten times each bar. And i still can't get it right! But, on the piano, i did get it right! I just played those two lovely sections again on my lovely upright piano, and wow, i did get them correct and can play them fluently!!
Next performance, SIMC. Then the one in July 27, called i don't know what. I hate rehersals, i always try every mean to escape them, but of course, it does not work. Hmm. I wonder how SIMC will be like. It seems to be grand, i wonder how grand. Let's see.
edit: we are fooled by randomness. how can i, a maths student, conclude that the school piano works wonders just by a mere isolated example? the reason why i could manage to play that few bars well is because i have been practicing those few bars for such a long time. you see, these things are completely random. it doesn't meanthat the piano is magic just like that. if you use probability, what is the chance that you would be able to perfect a piece (or a section of a piece, for that matter) without practice, but just by playing on the so-calledmagic piano? i'm not sure, probably one in a few hundred times. i think my CAP will be below 4 this sem:(( i'm very sad. its so difficult to keep my CAP afloat, and with all these activties going on. i know i have to cut down on my activities, but which ones?
I wonder why many parents sign their children up for music lessons, for piano lessons especially. What is their purpose? They first have to consider if the child is truly intrested in the music or the instrument they are going for. Of course, at such a young age, one cannot decide properly due to the lack of experience. However, if the child begins to dislike the instrument, i think their parents should stop the lessons. To learn an instrument in today's age, costs a bomb--in terms of time and money: the lessons, instruments, books, exam fees. If the child dislike the instrument, aren't you wasting your time and money? And if the child is lazy to practice, that's worse, because there will never be improvements.
Marianne's mum inspired me to write this, well sort of. We were talking about piano lessons on the way home, after Marianne left the car for her lesson at woodlands. Why woodlands? Goshh. So far.
There are of course some people that start of not liking their instrument but end up loving them. Like me and my piano. Me and my voice, okay voice lessons haven't started properly, but i used to hate singing last time due to the lack of confidence. Yet, it was Renee in choir last year who brought up my confidence. We had no choice but to sing loudly, right, so i had no choice but to enjoy singing, and from there learn pitching. And Renee and her violing, see, she's so pro at it now!
This is such a complicated world. I wonder why do we always have to hide our true feelings from the world, only letting them out to one or two close friends or my cousin, in my case and my parents. Why are some people seemingly so nice but are actually not so nice inside? Sometimes you think that person is the perfect friend at first, but after a while, you know that he/she is not a true friend. The friendship is not pure, it is of an evil intention of getting some good out of it. How come we just simply cannot be true to ourselves and act accordingly to what we want or what we think but we have to conform to the pressures of society and our friends? I'm tired of putting on this mask. I can only take it off when i am with certain good friends, of course that includes my dear cousin and all my other cousins(though in front of some of them i still have to put on that mask) and my family. Why can't we just be ourselves and why can't others accept us for who we are?
Woohoo~~ Wednesday. The talk today in the audi about the calendars was so interesting. It was one of the most interesting talks in my life here. But i forgot the speaker's name -.- obviously i didn't learn the lesson hahhaa.
I think the students in this school, i'm talking about generally, need to learn basic respect. Somehow i don't like the way certain people challenge others. You want to emphasize on certain words for effect, but is that the way to do it? I'm not talking only about during the principal's dialogue, but also about someone else speaking to me after the dialogue. Also, when a new teacher comes in, we usually bully them, or worse, compare them to the other more senior teachers. How would you like it if you were compared to your seniors, who are obviously better than you? Sometimes we need to humble ourselves down and lead our life without seeking too much and respecting the others for who they are. It doesn't mean that we're in a top-notch school, we can act like that. Its just some self-reflection...
Edit at 8:30pm: I finally finished the book, 477 pages in total. Why must all Jodi Picoult books end this way? After what the family's been through, Willow has to die; this time, the ice broke, not her. But with the lawsuit, her mother lost her best friend, her sister went through a difficult time coping with a sister with disability (like mine, always neglected, sorry), her parents' marriage was on the verge of breaking, Willow broke sixty-two times and when they finally got the eight million to live comfortably and afford all the special needs care for her, she leaves the family -- forever.
I regret opening this book. Jodi Picoult's latest book, released in print in 2009, Handle with Care is very addictive, as all her books are. But what i hate most about this book is that it relates to me. Sorry if i ever do spoil the plot in this post; if you don't want to risk spoilers, then navigate away immediately.
Willow is born with OI (Osterogenesis Imperfecta), which means her bones are brittle and they can break easily even just from a simple fall. Her parents are suing her ob-gyn, who is also her mother's best friend for a wrongful birth. Of course, i question the practicality of the plot; which normal being has the courage to sue your best friend who has been through thick and thin with you for eight whole years?
But that's not the point. It relates to me because i see the book through Willow's eyes. While her parents are struggling with their inner self about whether they should lie in court to say that if they knew Willow had OI earlier, they could have terminated her (beyond a certain stage of pregnancy, it is fatal to terminate it) so that she never needed to suffer such pain, I wonder, would the world be different without me? Would my parents have chosen to continue with the pregnancy if they knew i had this heart problem earlier? And most importantly, do my parents and my sister still love me even though i cause so much trouble?
This book, coupled with the fact that i suffered an attack yesterday morning so i couldn't go for the Vienna Boys Choir concert which i had been looking forward for weeks, had totally ruined my day. Still, i'm going to finish it, because i just hate terminating books halfway. I cried so much last night, because i just felt that i was a pain in the bud. Because of me, my parents cancelled their date to Orchard Road light up. Because of me, my piano teacher has to arrange another time for replacement class. Because of me, my sister had to go watch Vienna Boys by herself.
I like to quote some lines in Jodi Picoult's book, because its rather inspiring.
God saves truly special babies for parents He trusts.
Barriers were meant to be broken, that no one can be defined by a disability, and that nothing's ever impossible.
Now i got my speech outline properly done up, i need to get a speech transcript written out; I can't possibly talk with just a skimpy outline, no not in front of Ms Cheng. And i thought this long weekend was for me to enjoy my birthday! But no, its more for me to mug, mug, mug!
I'm so silly. I was suppose to wash the cutter, you know those that you use to peel carrot/potato skin with. I was supposed to clean it with a cloth. But I used my thumb to clean it, and wallah! I have such a long cut on my thumb! It's such a handicap! Strange enough, i never knew that a thumb was important until today. I know i'm being stupid, thinking of so many things from a long cut, but i can't help it. Let's just say i'm whining, because my thumb is throbbing as i'm typing this and there's nothing i can do about it.
With my thumb injured, i have to consciously make sure it doesn't touch anything to hurt it more. And I can't grip a fork properly, which i had to do at my birthday dinner. I can't peel prawn shells; i had to do them with my mouth, which was difficult because these tiny prawns are so curled up. I couldn't rip open the crab shell with my bare hands, and neither could i use cutlery to do it; I was relying on my family to feed me for dinner.
Now that dinner's over, i'm sad because i can't practice the piano. How on earth am i going to do that alberti base in the speed required? And that thrill; where left hand thrills are done using the thumb and the index finger. Okay, then for the slow pieces, how can my thumb take the strain of staying on the note for the full value?
So you see, you never know the value of what you have until you lose it (temporarily or not), and by then, it might be too late :P
It's been a very rewarding past semester and i feel that i've grown a lot, both physically and mentally. I shall attempt, bit by bit, to consolidate my journey through life over the past sixteen years (yes, sixteen, finally!) here. Strangely, I remember very little of my childhood days, except for the fact that it was spent in SNGS, slogging away at schoolwork, for our only goal in such a competitive class was to enter the most prestigious school. Though there were fond memories, such as of 6C 2005 being the (in)famous monkeys, they were rare and few. Another factor that could contribute to such little memories of my early years was that i was very passive, very reticent, very quiet. It was just me; i was an introvert. But once i got to know you, and you were willing to accept my heart problem, i was very friendly, and i treasured every friendship.
Like my primary school days, my first two years in this school was not etched deeply in my mind. I'm not sure why, but i can't reason it out yet. Slowly but surely, these two periods of my life will be documented down, as much as i remember.
Through these two years in 303 and 403, i've progressed a lot. I really do want to thank every one of you for being such a nice class and creating the most conducive environment for me to grow up. I changed a lot in personality, from that passive little onlooker to one who is comfortable around others and more than eager to join in the class activities! From someone who detests studying to someone who is motivated to study. And best of all, someone with low self-esteem to one who is glowing with confidence. Thank you everyone, who has entered my life these two years and changed it drastically. I didn't expect to be accepted into the community, for i didn't attend pe lessons and had a whole lot of trouble climbing stairs, and had to return home due to giddiness at time. Yet, i did have understanding friends who, not only helped me when i asked them, but also called me when i'm sick to check on me and also took the effort to ask me whether i am well when i don't look too good.
Okay, since i have Chem O test tomorrow, and math honours quiz, i shall stop here and continue further another day.
This was not an easy week, being down with so many things. I don't know if you can classify that as a common flu or not, but my illness doesn't seem to fit anywhere else. I've been so blur the past two days i went back to school. I couldn't understand what Ms Tay was trying to explain to me for the four-part harmony; i didn't register there was a bio exam the day before when Dr Tan asked me how it was on thursday; i took such a long time to get Lenz's law and the right hand rule.
But i'm better! No more giddiness or headaches! Okays, headaches from doing homework, that one is inevitable.
Next week will not be an easy week, but i believe that i can take it. I believe that i can go through that week and ace all my tests and quizzes, and especially my PSAT(:
Sometimes, its really foolish to make a decision based on peer pressure. At the point of decision, you wouldn't register it as 'peer pressure'; you just made the decision because everyone is doing that and you want to be with your friends. But to me, i don't think the advantages of being with friends outweigh the disadvantages of keeping the major. After all, friends are friends, and they will be friends forever! I can always IM-them, sms them or see them in the canteen or something. But to me, to study that subject, that particular subject, is very taxing. It requires many hours of work just to understand a seemingly simple concept that other people understand in class.
I was thinking of the big picture as i signed the form. First, short-term would be years 5 and 6. What do i want? A relaxed year? Yes, i do. After so much rigour in the system, you want relaxation. And I still have boarding life to adapt to, to enjoy and to get the most out of it. If i free up my time, i can spend it on other places, like music. Then, consider the longer-term. What course do i want to take in university? Accountancy as first choice, life-sciences (specialisation in molecular and cell biology) as second. It helps to be specific, and to get your dreams and aspirations well thought-out at the start. Do some research; the NUS website and their requirements, the potential jobs and their courses. In fact, engineering does not require physics, but physics would help; if you don't have a physics major, then you take a 1 semester preparatory module in your first year.
So, i made the decision, and i will not regret. Never regret and move ahead. I'm going to try to get a high CAP, so i can get into the course and the uni of my choice. I should have more time now, with one less subject to deal with (and another, which is chinese, assuming i get a D7, which i should. Its the A1 that is uncertain.)
Best countries to live in: Norway, Australia, Iceland, Canada.... Singapore (at 23rd!) I think its in a very commendable position! Considering the time we had to develop in comparison to the other countries way above us. But i would like to visit the other countries too! Like as a holiday, perhaps a one-month holiday or something. That'll be cool! :P One day, we shall tour the world!
Yes, I'm sick. Sore throat. Maybe yesterday's giddiness and headaches are a signal of what to come. So next time i better be more careful.
I uploaded my google calendar to this blog! So now you can see the events that are coming up! And the homework that are due. The reason why i don't want to create a list is because my mind doesn't work by listing; it works by calendars. I picture the entire month's calendar in my mind, aided by my little print out calendar in my notebook, and the google calendar for organisation. And i recall by sieving through the weeks so find out what is due on which day, at exactly which box on the calendar it is found.
Today didn't have a good start. It isn't the best start ever, and it might even be the worse start. I was alright in the morning before morning assembly, but when the bell rang and i stood up to make my way to the track i didn't feel that fantastic. I wasn't moody or anything, its just that i felt giddy. Then throughout mentoring, when Ms Sie was talking, Dylan was cracking jokes and everyone was laughing, the world was spinning. After which was our free period because we didn't have evolution lesson (Thank God!) and Junyan advised me to go home. Which i did. Because by that time, it was 9.30am, and I was feeling giddy, had a bad headache (despite the Panadol and the Ponstar i took), my throat hurts being slightly inflammed, and my stomach's churning (its probably gastric).
And I went home and sleep!
One of my off-days i guess. Yesterday too, i was completely off tangent. I was rather moody due to my inability to absorb any of the evolution knowledge, and i packed the house. I brought all the newspapers and other cardboard boxes out to the lift. It gets recycled, because the cleaners would bring these stuff to sell to the recycling company for some money, so its alright leaving it there.
But life still goes on. And the music of life lives on :P So, just face every obstacle with a smile and you'll be okay! A smile is a curve that sets everything straight!
I've started play Restaurant City on Facebook. Just leave it on to accumulate gourmet points! Its rather fun, because my mathematical mind kicks in when i play this game: to calculate the most efficient layout such that you get the most gourmet points, to trade ingredients (or not to trade) such that you can level up the best, to effectively deploy people according to your layout. Then, my artistic mind kicks in in deciding the theme for the restaurant and more.
well, the school pianokeyboard does work wonders, despite its pedal being spoilt. I couldn't get the rhythm and the notes for this three lines of a piano score, and i tried it on the piano, owing to the fact that i have a lot of time to spare. Fabia and Hafizah were there too, but it doesn't matter. The fact is: I got the part correct, without the need to practice hands separately and together ten times each, as i always do at home in order to perfect a section!!! And the 'snowflakes' part of Chopin's Nocturne Op.55 was solved on that piano too!!! I practiced that seven bars for two days, one hour each day, ten times each hand, ten times each bar. And i still can't get it right! But, on the piano, i did get it right! I just played those two lovely sections again on my lovely upright piano, and wow, i did get them correct and can play them fluently!!
Next performance, SIMC. Then the one in July 27, called i don't know what. I hate rehersals, i always try every mean to escape them, but of course, it does not work. Hmm. I wonder how SIMC will be like. It seems to be grand, i wonder how grand. Let's see.
edit: we are fooled by randomness. how can i, a maths student, conclude that the school piano works wonders just by a mere isolated example? the reason why i could manage to play that few bars well is because i have been practicing those few bars for such a long time. you see, these things are completely random. it doesn't meanthat the piano is magic just like that. if you use probability, what is the chance that you would be able to perfect a piece (or a section of a piece, for that matter) without practice, but just by playing on the so-calledmagic piano? i'm not sure, probably one in a few hundred times. i think my CAP will be below 4 this sem:(( i'm very sad. its so difficult to keep my CAP afloat, and with all these activties going on. i know i have to cut down on my activities, but which ones?
I wonder why many parents sign their children up for music lessons, for piano lessons especially. What is their purpose? They first have to consider if the child is truly intrested in the music or the instrument they are going for. Of course, at such a young age, one cannot decide properly due to the lack of experience. However, if the child begins to dislike the instrument, i think their parents should stop the lessons. To learn an instrument in today's age, costs a bomb--in terms of time and money: the lessons, instruments, books, exam fees. If the child dislike the instrument, aren't you wasting your time and money? And if the child is lazy to practice, that's worse, because there will never be improvements.
Marianne's mum inspired me to write this, well sort of. We were talking about piano lessons on the way home, after Marianne left the car for her lesson at woodlands. Why woodlands? Goshh. So far.
There are of course some people that start of not liking their instrument but end up loving them. Like me and my piano. Me and my voice, okay voice lessons haven't started properly, but i used to hate singing last time due to the lack of confidence. Yet, it was Renee in choir last year who brought up my confidence. We had no choice but to sing loudly, right, so i had no choice but to enjoy singing, and from there learn pitching. And Renee and her violing, see, she's so pro at it now!
This is such a complicated world. I wonder why do we always have to hide our true feelings from the world, only letting them out to one or two close friends or my cousin, in my case and my parents. Why are some people seemingly so nice but are actually not so nice inside? Sometimes you think that person is the perfect friend at first, but after a while, you know that he/she is not a true friend. The friendship is not pure, it is of an evil intention of getting some good out of it. How come we just simply cannot be true to ourselves and act accordingly to what we want or what we think but we have to conform to the pressures of society and our friends? I'm tired of putting on this mask. I can only take it off when i am with certain good friends, of course that includes my dear cousin and all my other cousins(though in front of some of them i still have to put on that mask) and my family. Why can't we just be ourselves and why can't others accept us for who we are?
Woohoo~~ Wednesday. The talk today in the audi about the calendars was so interesting. It was one of the most interesting talks in my life here. But i forgot the speaker's name -.- obviously i didn't learn the lesson hahhaa.
I think the students in this school, i'm talking about generally, need to learn basic respect. Somehow i don't like the way certain people challenge others. You want to emphasize on certain words for effect, but is that the way to do it? I'm not talking only about during the principal's dialogue, but also about someone else speaking to me after the dialogue. Also, when a new teacher comes in, we usually bully them, or worse, compare them to the other more senior teachers. How would you like it if you were compared to your seniors, who are obviously better than you? Sometimes we need to humble ourselves down and lead our life without seeking too much and respecting the others for who they are. It doesn't mean that we're in a top-notch school, we can act like that. Its just some self-reflection...
Lynnette is a sweet little girl
Whose favourite day is 18th October
Where she is born into the House of God
And she loves playing music
From SNGS to NUSH, she loves them all
:P
Wonderful parents
Great sister
Great friends, who never hesitate to help me, yay 403!
Be able to cope with council, MA and school
A nice research mentor and a great team
A lovely hostel mate, just as i requested you and great toilet mates
Teachers' Day celebrations IC under MA
Good grades, and coping with physics
A new TV and stereo system!
Prayers
God has blessed me richly!
High School Never Ends :P
More 403 reunions
A great class next year
A great mentor next year
Great friends
Coping with hostel life
MA Exco
To be healed
To have the perfect family
