Who me? Happy-go-lucky, optimistic and perfectionistic are the adjectives that can be used to describe myself. I simply adore make-up and hairstyling.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
My Little Tribute to a Wonderful Team
The harsh feelings and anger that I felt yesterday have all dissipated. Ironically, students make me feel down but, at the same time, students uplift my weary spirit as well. Weird, isn't it?
Anyway, kudos to the Chinese Orchestra students who have done our school proud. The achievement is all yours. Remember my message at the CO camp? It went something like this:
"The previous Sec 4 batch had proven their ability and unity at the last SYF by achieving Gold. They have achieved something no neighbourhood schools have done before. It is really up to you to retain this honour and glory your seniors have worked for. Everything is possible if you put your hearts to it. It is in your hands and I firmly believe you can achieve if your desire is fired up."
Thank you for all the amazing effort. I know how tired you are with practice from morning till night. I know how much schoolwork you need to make up. I know how much you doubted your own ability. I know every drop of sweat you had from carrying all the heavy instruments. I know the sacrifices you had to make, not being able to go out with your friends, to enjoy your favourite TV programme, or even miss Sly's autograph session.
At the same time, I also know that this memories will be indelible and the moment of glory would remain carved in your hearts for many, many years to come. I know how loudly you screamed when the results were out, how much tears of joy you shed and the sense of elation. I know that you have put in your greatest effort to do something we believe in. I know that the glory belongs to YOU and only YOU alone.
The competition was tough but you proved to be even tougher. The achievement was difficult to come about but I guess it is the difficulty that makes the achievement sweeter.
To all the SYF performers, backstage crew, seniors, take this memory with you and hold it close to your heart dearly. The next time when you feel something is seemingly impossible, recall this moment of glory and trust your own ability. Believe in yourself! Nothing is impossible. Impossible is nothing.
It has been an amazing experience and I am glad to be part of it.
I have learnt to believe in myself, just as you did. Thank you for teaching me about the importance of perseverance. You have taught me much more than whatever knowledge I have imparted to you.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
I'm rather tired these days, yet I see the need to write to get stuff off my chest.
Somehow there are too many things happening all at one go.
My temper has definitely seen better days. I do wonder why I'm constantly seeing red these days.
I do realise that when I get angry, I can actually feel strength draining out from my body, causing my already weak body to go limp. Not to the extent of fainting. But, it's a terrible feeling. I hate to feel that way.
I can understand why many teachers say that teaching is an emotionally-draining job. I have found it out all for myself.
The hard and painful way.
Yet, at the same time, I wonder if I had unwittingly caused my teachers to be so angry in the past.
Retribution perhaps? A case of bad karma? A vicious self-perpetuating cycle?
See, my thoughts are all running amok. Guess it's time to stop.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
My Crazy Father
My father has all along appeared perfectly normal to me. He goes to work from 9 to 5 and comes home to enjoy 2 things, his favourite tv shows and home-cooked food.
However, after yesterday's incident, I find him rather eccentric. Read on to find out...
Just yesterday, I was whining to my dad about the huge influx of bloodsuckers(read: mosquitoes) in our house, especially our study area. He agreed almost immediately with this as he was also a fellow victim to these seemingly invincible and invisible creatures who simply suck our blood away! Sick and tired of these mutants with tiger stripes, he decided to take action. Armed with a can of Baygon, he mercilessly sprayed the entire study area with a shrouding mist of insecticide. I thought that was all he did.
Imagine my shock when I went up to the study and there to greet me were 2 things.
1) The potent, almost suffocating smell of Baygon. *I think he almost sprayed the entire can of insecticide.*
2) My father, sitting at the study area, clicking on the mouse, playing a game of solitare, amidst the almost "breathtaking"environment. He acted nonchalent, as if the puke-inducing smell was nothing to him. I was literally shouting and asking him,"Dad, are you crazy? Sitting amidst the smell of Baygon as if nothing had happened!" He simply continued with his game of solitare, too engrossed to respond.
See, I was not kidding. My dad is definitely going out of his mind. Haha.