Friday, June 29, 2007
DARK EYE CIRCLES OR EYEBAGS!
Yea. You guessed it. This whole week has been a wild ride on the deep end. On Wed i had less than 3 hrs of sleep. Thurs I slept 5 hrs. the total combination of hrs i slept= 8hrs out of the 48hrs. Is it even a quarter?
But, my case is comaprably better because when i went to school on Thurs for advertising. Everyone has droopy eyes and dark circles under their eyes. They are not trying to look gothic and neither is it thick make-up. The miraculous answer for this "make-up" is sleep 2 or 3 hrs OR not sleep at all.
The cause of misery:
1) Advertising presentation, which consist of all the creatives and 100 plus slides...
2) Newswriting Assignment news report, which consists of through drafting and ANGLES
3) Tvprod not that serious but the filming, preparation and all zapped a partial of our energy
That's just for now. With the term coming to an end soon, you will see all the haevyweight projs piling on our shoulders. Shall I beg for mercy? But, that's uncalled for since it won't really help matters. Just like how i feel like screaming on wed night(Or rather thurs morning) while putting together the 100 plus slides, with a lagging computer and to edit my creatives. It's so late but there's this urge for me to just shout:
"HELP!"
Crazy but true. That's how my life is for this one week. You bet how glad i am now that the week came to an end. That is not thinking about the tests and individual proj to hand in next week.
I'll force myself to throw this piece of information to the back of my mind. At least till I've finished watching JUMP! - A korean play on physical theatre.
It's tomorrow and shawn just reminded me the time (though more like he asked me... haas..). Sorry Nadia, forgot what time you told me. Ops! But, yea... At least it's a break.
A wrap!
I send a prayer to please let me survive this hectic and "mind-gobbling" semester.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder;
Monday, June 25, 2007
Spanish and hispanic is different.
I learnt this today.
oh well. Spanish is really cool... i m serious. haas.
And.
I feel like typing in single lines today.
I'm really tired. 2 weekends of long hibernation doesn't really cure the sleep deprivation.
Arr...
I have still got countless of projs. Now, to all who wants to come to mcm, beware.
Not that it's not fun, but the price is smacked in your face.
I still feel like complaining.
But, i shall not turn into a naggy old granny.
Better get back to my advertising, which is staring at me straight in the face.
Arr...
This feels so much like a "monosyllabic" piece of writing.
Just suits how i am feeling now.
mono.
Asi Asi.
(That means so-so in espanol)
Shall sleep early later.
Ta.
Adios.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder;
Saturday, June 23, 2007
The measly 2 weeks term-break is officially over in a day's time. And, welcome to the world of projects, exams and 'torture'. is it even a break? someone correct me if I'm wrong... It's more like "I give you time to finish up all the projects in time for submission". Adding on to that, the last week of school, I went back to school almost every day except for Wed, which I'm held up at some event of sorts.
But, the best part of it all is: The holiday ended with a BANG last night, with our first production TOP OF THE WORLD. After all the rehearsals, the glitches, the time, the frution of the hard work paid off! Yesterday night, it was almost felt like a grand theatre experience. Granted, it's only at LT 26, but the ambience, the audience, "it's just... MAGIC" (Whose line is this? haas...)Thanks to the cast for all the hard work and effort you guys put into the whole performance. *Triple cheers* And, not forgetting the crew, which pull off all the technicalities of the night. And, everyone who contributed to this success in one way or another. it's really fabulous. We pulled off the whole thing, depite the short amount of time, the projects and the clashing schedules.
A good performance is made up of a good and committed cast, crew and audience. without the audience, will there even be a performance? So, to all who's there to support, thank you.
Dennis, I hope you are proud of us, wherever you are.
We'll continue to reach the TOP OF THE WORLD.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder;
Thursday, June 21, 2007
It's our minor production 1 tmr. Or rather i mean today. Since, it's 12.15 now. An official THE OTHER DAY.
And, you are not here.
It just feels weird that we had a production without you. Just weird that you are not there trying to calm us down before the performance. Weird that every step we took contains a trace of your presence. Remembered the first production we had, or rather only production with you. The fun, the fluster, the sweat and 'phelgm'. I thought back to how you tried ever so patiently to make me put more emotions into my character. To how you teach us the games. To the rehearsals and meetings we have before the final one. It all adds up.
Now that you are not here. We all miss you ever so and your trademark comments will always infiltrate our conversations. But, we want to show you: PSF is capable of being the TOP OF THE WORLD. I want you to be proud of our achievements, albeit a small one.
PSF will go a long way. Please believe in us. People say promises are meant to be broken, but i thought otherwise. Because, if there are no promises in this world, won't hearts be broken? Tear ducts dry? There will not be happiness in this world. Just because nobody values promises. I won't give up. I believe nobody would. Or so I hope.
Sometimes, believing is all that matters. Because, there is hope.
Nadia, i agree with what you said today. people shouldn't die. Nobody should leave this world.
Because there will not be heartache following the departure.
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Ok, i shouldnt go on like this.
Because a production is suppossed to be a happy event. Dennis always says... ENJOY. Serena always says... DON'T STRESS. Because a production is a joyous occassion.
Because it is the fruit of our labour.
Three Cheers to TOP OF THE WORLD!
Beauty in the eye of the beholder;
Sunday, June 17, 2007
I don't know what happened yesterday, but it triggered the latch to my memories and allow them to flow out. I was overwhelmed by the amount of memories that cruised through my brain matter; memories of my secondary school days. I remembered the time:
1)... wake up at the unearthly hour of the day to take 80,82 or 87 before changing to 163.
2)... being in the sardine packed bus, where you actually get to see the frontal view of what's looming up straight
3)... walking the same path everyday to school and towards the parade ground straight if we are later than usual
4)... Going to school everyday with you people.
5)... my different 'coaches' for the loathful subject MATHS( ok, not particualrly hateful...). They helped me after school in class, tutored me about the equations Mr.Song gave that i cant solve and studying with me and my tuition notes.
6)... On the topic of maths as well, i remembered attending maths after school remedials in 4E because apparently my maths can't really make the mark.
7)... The relay shoutings we have across our classes's windows when we want to convey a message across. And, how we once jokingly think that we should get a basket to deliver our messages instead. And, how the 'nice' people in my class tried to help shout too! haas...
8)... the water bombs and 'childish' games we played then.
9)... the truckload of comprehensions Mr.Mok gave us; the ten-yr series. And, how sometimes copying is in place. Ops. But, the compositions are the best, the writing and all.
10)... When O' levels is on the cards, we have all those after school stay-in sessions in the library to pore through the ever-thick textbooks and TYS. And, yes... maths is the topic which I stayed overtimes most.
11)... And, there are those night sessions, where the school is opened till late at night for us to study. And, yes. I went back a couple of times: Bio consultation, maths consultation and what not. I remembered the din we created, running from one end to the canteen to the next at times.
12)... the PE sessions, where we played Captain's Ball with the guys and gawked at how they manage to get the ball spiralling from one end of the court to the next and just dropped it into the goal. Not to mention, NAPFA where we encouraged each other to jump the standing broad jump and chin-ups.
13)... Oh, and i have no idea why but quite a portion of my memories came from MATHS. Like now, i rem how Mr.Tan coached us after school, outside the staff room. His ever-patient style is really appreciative.
14)... And, how could i forget chinese lessons where we copied the sentences Ms.Lee gave us and really memorised them for O'levels.
15)... And, the hug she gave me when i got back my chinese results. That moment was just a whirlwind of emotions. everyone was going around congratulating one another and it's the first time when tears are freeflow.
16)... Ms Neo, our lovely form teacher who looks stern at times but can actually take quite a couple of jokes. She 'mothers' us and is involved in all our class activities.
17)... the mural painting we did, the times where we decorated the classrooms and the festivals and occassions. And, how every chinese new year celebration ends with someone peeling the oranges and eating them right in the hall. And, the times where we came back on sats, blast the music and paint the backboard in the classroom.
18)... the rehearsals we have in the music room for ELDDS. the performance on stage. The syf days in AC Barker and the happiness that ensues as we were awarded Silver. And, the drama camp in YMCA, which is the best i hav ever had.
19)... the walks to compasspoint from school. And, the hordes of students we can always find there after school.And, where teachers tried( emphasize on tried) to ban us from going.
20)... And, the bus ride back from CP.
That's all. I just missed those moments. it's as if 2 years is too fast. we are thrown into the real world too soon, too furious. but, no matter what memories will still stay and friends i have i have met in my sec school days will still continue to remain my great pals. At least we've met, there is no room for regrets.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder;
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Sometimes, screaming aloud is good?
Sometimes, having a good bawl will make you feel better.
But, it's in the middle of the night.. where even the slightest bit of noise will wake my whole family out AND get the neighbours dailing the triple-9 they so like, typically neighbours? So, what is the best way to release the mounting level of stress (Or yea.. PRESSURE) and open the floodgates? NO... i will control. Aren't I always controlling? I don't like to kick up a fuss in public or bawl my eyes out in full frontal view of anyone. I mean its just me. I don't feel good being the centre of attraction. Ok, and here you will pause and wonder: "Then, why do I even join drama? Perform? Act? Being in the limelight?" well, reason being theatre is a different thing. Acting is a different matter. If the situation warrants that i need to be in the limelight or act, well.. why not? This is what theatre is allabout. It's live. It's real. Granted, i m not a good actor, neither am i a prima donna... But, there are many othe roles...
Ok.. wierd.. the topic veered to this.. haas.. ok... restraint.
Projects and projects. Argh. feel like complaining but its gonna be soooo boring. shall not do that. shall talk about my DREAM SPANISH TRIP... Ever since we heard that those taking french as an IS module get to go to France, we are thinking of ESPANOL- THE DREAM VACTION! Because we are taking Spanish when school reopen... all those hyperventilation... arrr.... excitement... the foreign tongue... BUT, there's this strong feeling that it's only those taking french who get to go... ( kill the bad omen). I WANT TO FLY.... TO ESPANOL, NO LESS. i don care how demanding i sound.. haas... do i? oh well.. all for espanol! It's been my dream since i started liking the language. Imagine the picturesque scenery, the architecture, the arts... the people... EVERYTHING.
And, to top it off, if i get to go.. it will be my first ever flight! I know this sounds really dumb. But, i have never never been on a flight, grace the seats, pass the gates, say hello to the flight attendent and eat the microwaved food. This will be my first step to travelling to prepare me for BACKPACKING across the globe. haas...
*fantasy again*
ESPANOL does have the power to make one swoon and just drop everything into the abyss.
ok, enough about that. Shall move on to Live The Dream auditions. Went to help out 2 sundays and it's really rewarding to a certain extent. cant reveal too much if not there will be some copyrights and some legal restrictions... So, one thing to say is... we saw Utt. And, he's so totally not stuck-up and all like how people stereotype a celeb. haas.. Good job! It's really an experience working behind the scenes and all... A different perspective and being in a real media environment.
That's what it's all about.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder;
Friday, June 08, 2007
It's been eons since i last blogged and people hav been complaining that my blog is now filled with cobwebs and what nots... But, you should be here physically, mentally and emotionally to actually understand what took me so long to pen my thoughts and translate everything into an actual entry. Let me tell u: It's PROJECTS PROJECTS and more PROJECTS! I'm not being anal or whatsoever but BEING A MASS-COMMER= NO LIFE=TIRED= PRESSURE ( And, Mr. clement still claimed that pressure is good and we 'love' pressure.. Argh..)
Oh well, i shall'nt turn this long-awaited entry (haas...) into some complaint letter to the GRC or MOE because it will seriously not be worth it to be some gargoyle and moan over what's not to be changed right?
Ok, fresh start on a fresh sheet of paper (not literally of course, but just the next para). So, what's been happening to me? HAve i been living under the rocks for these months? Days? Weeks? frankly speaking, you can hardly see me prowling the streets OR beneath the tons of bargains during the GSS. that's not assuming that i do not want to. I mean, hello, which self-respecting female don't like to shop. Ok ,granted i am not for crowds, compulsive shopping nor a 'get something wich i don't need to'. BUT, it's the pleasure of being out in the streets, being a shopper ducking into shops with flashing neon lights that beckon( exaggerating!), being a clothes-hanger, making the fashion statement carrying bold prints even in hideous colours. And, mostly it's just FREEDOM: the choice to do what i want. No restrictions. No time constraint. None. Zilch.
You'll probably say: BULLSHITING.
But, well... whatever. It's just me and my opinions. I don't obstruct and neither do i construct( ok.. kind of rhymes?). Don't be mistaken. Though i spend a good portion of my entry basically dishing the dirt on the misery of projects and the nitty-gritty details, I still LOVE what i am doing.
You'll probably say: CRAP.
i chose this path myself and i have to complete it either way. I'm not forced into it. I chose it. And, I'm happy at what i have done, the great pals i have made, the things i have learnt ( a definite improvement to my general knowledge, no doubt.) and just being there done that matter-of-fact thing. Starting of this school term, it's a whole new class, new environment and new people. well, and i have SURVIVED it and enojoying myself with those new fellas in my current class... Couldn't be better.. haas... And, most things will eventually find their way out. So, why bother being bent out of shape over it? It ain't worth nothing to rack your brain over some issue when some others dont even care about. or so i think.
I guess what really made me break down is just work. I don't normally break down, at least not in school. But, i hate last-minute stuff and the pressure it causes. So, I guess that incident in wk5 is it. There are ups and downs in everything you do. So, i guess that's just my down. What are my ups this term? Those are as mentioned above.
PSF. They have a be a topic in my entry, no doubt. I think i have yet to really write about the new members who joined us this new acad year. the turnout has been great in the start. Now, i'm not too sure but being positive helps and i believe that those who stayed on are the ones who will bring PSF's namesake to glory( ok, exaggeration). At least, they are the warriors? Well, a lot has happened. i'm not sure if it's all entirely good or bad. It's more of a mixture, really. we have compelling plans and activities in our hindsight. We are moving on to our first production in just 2 weeks. I guess time is not really by our side but i believe. And, believing is the strongest power one can ever possess.
And, just yesterday. We celebrated Shron's birthday. Happy birthday girl! The cake is a thank-you from me for being such a good friend to me (excluding all the bullying.. haas.. kidding!). Although yesterday kind of made me miss Dennis. Remember the time during Jo's birthday and he was there. ok, sorry. But, i believe he'll be happy that we are doing well.
That's all. Its already very long. And, i don't think anyone would really read but it's more for me, really.
p.s. dennis, you're still missed. But, be happy!
p.p.s. The first term is over! Yipee!
Beauty in the eye of the beholder;
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