Magical TurnAbout-- Let Me Spin A Tale, A ThouSaNd LighTs, A StaGe as Grande

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!

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