Friday, September 30, 2005
" Childrens' Day ; 4:03 PM "
It's the big day, I mean, the eve of the big day. Everyone should be happy and overjoyed. The primary sixs' today, in my class just strode around, I guess. Apart from getting slightly teary-eyed I don't think I have a particular problem with any of this stuff. It seems we won't be celebrating C-day next year. It's only youth day. So what's that? It's not something to be upset about! We're finally going to be treated like a couple of adults, and that's really a good thing for me. I believe I should be able to speak out for myself and that's the precise reason why I hate being told off by anyone else. It's just this "flair" I have for making people understand facts for facts and not try and get too drifted off. I'm not being hypocritical. I have drifted off before, true, but I've always made myself see reality in one way or another - whatever the circumstances were. With the whole "grand" thing. I really enjoy having people- or A person rather, Zelia- to talk to about grand. It has opened up this little thing in me to be able to trust a friend and tell her about something so difficult to talk about like grand. Yes, so, I always tell myself that in books or in movies -which in one, I really love books and novels and I really despise the movies- things aren't always stated as what they are in real life. Sometimes, -sometimes!- books and movies and music videos and song (so on) make people think of life rather artificially. We hold up so much expectations for our first kiss, our first boyfriend, our first whatever that when the real moment comes (oh how I wish mine would! =p) We sigh and say, "Well, that wasn't so great now was it ?" I really don't know how I would personally feel after experienceing something very personal, but for now, I know I shouldn't put so much hope or expectations on it.
Wow, now that was quite a mouth full!
Wow, now that was quite a mouth full!
Is it really normal to love something so much and not get it? Now in particular I'm talking about some true Spaghetti from Italy or Spain sprinkled with garlicy flavored pepper and lovely m-e-l-t-i-n-g, oozing cheese! Of course with a nice touch of tomatoes, some veggies (d-uh! I'm getting sort of an urge to have healthy thoughts! No fries..definitely no KFC! Haha) a lovely cup of sparkling jumpy water with a slice of lemon. Oh, it sounds so delish. How about some crossaints? Promise there is not going to be any fattening source in it to gain a one-ish kilogram. It'll be crispy bakery. Crispy crispy yum yum. Hm, well, a slice of chocolate cake will so not do you any harm. It will have oozing out dark chocolate from the middle with a touch of whipped cream and strawberry slices jammed into it to give it a chocolatey yet fruity touch! And also a slice of fresh mango sprinkled with kana powder (particularly from the eclair shoppe!) and some freshly and thinly sliced kiwi ah-ah-ahh!
Now, this is an example of fantasizing, really! ^
I know I can make my own decisions in friendship. I know that things have passed me by and I've not been so dumb as to let them slip. I just wish sometimes that I don't need to be jammed. It's okay, I'm leaving primary school soon. There won't be anymore of these kind of problems. Idiotic ones, in fact. I'll have new friends, I'm sure. Even if I do have other sorts of problems there, I'm going to show some resilence. For once, at least. I know people might tend to be more mature than in primary school. I wish people will learn to take jokes. I just wish nothing goes horribly wrong there. If only...-and, I'll just have to wait and see what it'll be like.
- I was wondering if I'd meet someone somewhat like me. It'd be great, really. In Opera there has never really been anyone who is interested in drama. Of course there ARE people interested in drama, just not as I would like it to be. Not my preferred way. You see, I've always had a different way of doing things with drama and a different initiative towards it. It isn't just something I do. It's something I breathe and talk to. It's so tender, it never really labels you. Athletics makes you NEED to be thin and fit and not fat or obese or whatever. The old can't run after a while and if you gain weight and if your timing turns out to be bad, you;re just banned from the passion forever. Singing requires this incredible voice. You need to feel the music and you need to be someone who can hold thie mike and just begin singing. Being a chess-player makes you tend to have to know techniques and possibilites of strategy. But DRAMA, you become yourself. You can be this evolution of a character. You can be Santa, but in your OWN way. It takes so much of your own sweat, work and allowing. It makes you be YOU.
That's what I love about drama. It lets me be me.
Now, this is an example of fantasizing, really! ^
I know I can make my own decisions in friendship. I know that things have passed me by and I've not been so dumb as to let them slip. I just wish sometimes that I don't need to be jammed. It's okay, I'm leaving primary school soon. There won't be anymore of these kind of problems. Idiotic ones, in fact. I'll have new friends, I'm sure. Even if I do have other sorts of problems there, I'm going to show some resilence. For once, at least. I know people might tend to be more mature than in primary school. I wish people will learn to take jokes. I just wish nothing goes horribly wrong there. If only...-and, I'll just have to wait and see what it'll be like.
- I was wondering if I'd meet someone somewhat like me. It'd be great, really. In Opera there has never really been anyone who is interested in drama. Of course there ARE people interested in drama, just not as I would like it to be. Not my preferred way. You see, I've always had a different way of doing things with drama and a different initiative towards it. It isn't just something I do. It's something I breathe and talk to. It's so tender, it never really labels you. Athletics makes you NEED to be thin and fit and not fat or obese or whatever. The old can't run after a while and if you gain weight and if your timing turns out to be bad, you;re just banned from the passion forever. Singing requires this incredible voice. You need to feel the music and you need to be someone who can hold thie mike and just begin singing. Being a chess-player makes you tend to have to know techniques and possibilites of strategy. But DRAMA, you become yourself. You can be this evolution of a character. You can be Santa, but in your OWN way. It takes so much of your own sweat, work and allowing. It makes you be YOU.
That's what I love about drama. It lets me be me.
If you don't believe
You won't receive
Your passion in your hand
The place of where you stand
You won't receive
Your passion in your hand
The place of where you stand
Well, then again we all have hopes and dreams.
xoxox
xoxox