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Friday, November 23, 2007'♥

seriously i am not who i am.
i guess that i driving myself to the end of corner of the wall... i stressed myself too much.

reasons[i stressed myself]:
1. i want my life to live as the fullest.
2. i don't want to waste time whereby just taking a step each day and not know what will happen next.
3. the interest within me is what i liked, i won't really care how much time i will spend on it. (although sometimes i might groan about it.)
4. although studies are important. but to me, studies is like a dead living thing. it just filled your head with sort of "KNOWLEDGE" that you have to know.

and this time round. i simply got scolded by modern dance teacher. seriously, the most HORRIBLE.
it started by, when we were running through the stupid rehearsal for tomorrow performance. then, i was so tired, and despite that my injury wasn't recover. i just simply mark off my steps. ended up: WHAT ARE YOU DOING! 1 WEEK TO THE COMPETITION. WHY DIDN'T YOU PRACTICE!! [this was the only beginning part. and i simply still cant get her steps that she given me.]
2nd time was, WHY ARE YOU SO NEAR TO XXX! YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO BE NEAR THE STAGE END! [normally my partner will pull me, and just nice she isn't here to save me.]
seriously it was the worst experience. and also the WORST TIME EVER. and fear for her had appeared. now i get it what really happen to jiamin and others. find out more about our modern teacher at jiamin's blog. and you will know how crazy, insane, scary and maybe the standards set too high for us to achieve.

next stop was like, going to clementi, UCC where we are going to watch the SCGS concert.
simply, they are marvelous. i saw one of the dancer before at the singapore summer school. who is min yi. she also performed 2 tap solo at the summer school public examinations. and today i think she performed also quite a lot. including on pointe. her characteristics were, able to spin many rounds of pirouette. while others, grand jeté were marvelous. not to mention their costume and props, were like fabulous. professional standard, thats what i can say.

our transport was provided by our teachers[their own car] simply because, the school is like out of budget for us. and we reached like 6pm back at compass point. i had to rush home for piano class. on the way back there are signs of flu. example, sweating cold sweat, sneezing non stop, coughing.

now i feel like fainting soon. and i am not the rich girl as what people really think, i don't wear branded clothes. neither does my family. everything is being save and scrimp of it. there are more rich girls out there. just try stepping into the ice rink, look at those people who have 2 to 3 coaches. lives in bungalow at bukit timah or bishan. those are rich girls. and much more pampered.

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