Sunday, December 8, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Journal: Limelight.
We were waiting for our time to perform. Chatterings and whisperings filled the air as everyone tied their bows and neaten their gowns. Teachers were busy scrutinizing our attire, to made sure we looked prim and proper, to the extent of perfect. After those minutes of preparation, it was showtime.
We could hear the crowd screaming and cheering at the top of our lungs for us. Little words, mostly just screams of excitement. We walked up on stage with our court shoes, which made a loud thud every time it came to contact with the wooden floors of the stage. With great poise and posture, we started to sing our first song.
Our voices trembled a little as we could feel the nervousness that overcame us like a blanket. We took in deep breaths of air to calm ourselves down before we died of anxiousness. Fortunately, our sound collided with one another and became harmonious. The upbeat tempo of the song and joyful dancing allowed us to feel the song better and to exude emotions of joy. Soon, instead of meek voices that were soft and scared, it took off with a bang and we were all bubbling with excitement, to continue singing more songs. The concert continued, with many different songs of different languages, but we sounded melodious and beautiful as one. It felt like a conversation with people as we switched songs. One moment, it was childlike, innocent and youthful, and the other moment, it was strong and determined, to show the message of what we were singing.One of our songs, Butterfly, felt as if musical notes fluttered into the air as the notes danced around on stage.
After singing for 40 minutes, it was finally intermission. The first part of the concert was good, but not amazing yet. We hurried down the steps quickly, our footsteps went tap tap tap was we scurried to get changed for the next segment. We took of our court shoes quick as we ran for our lives frantically to get there in time. We ran so quickly that people were gasping for air while changing to the next attire. Everyone hurriedly changed into their next attire, a classic black shirt and pants, combined with a flashy tie and coloured sneakers, to continue our performance. After five minutes, we finished dressing up and it was time to continue this wonderful performance.
With the change in attire comes the change in attitude. The second performance has a much gusto repertoire and we had to change our character in a snap of a finger. We had to go from sweet young teenagers in our 'Grease the musical' song to wicked witches from Harry Potter. It was a magical performance as our voices combined with each other and formed a great melody. We also had the string ensemble who played with us for one of the songs, and they sounded beautiful. The whole repertoire felt like a Disney movie that came alive, we had a lot of fun doing it too. The dance that was created for the different songs were performed well, and even though some of us did make some mistakes, they were not fatal and was overall a great performance. We sang our hearts out, snapped and pranced on stage, and the audiences cheered, clapped and gave us a great applause overall after the performance.
We had great fun, and I am sure that everyone else had too!
With the change in attire comes the change in attitude. The second performance has a much gusto repertoire and we had to change our character in a snap of a finger. We had to go from sweet young teenagers in our 'Grease the musical' song to wicked witches from Harry Potter. It was a magical performance as our voices combined with each other and formed a great melody. We also had the string ensemble who played with us for one of the songs, and they sounded beautiful. The whole repertoire felt like a Disney movie that came alive, we had a lot of fun doing it too. The dance that was created for the different songs were performed well, and even though some of us did make some mistakes, they were not fatal and was overall a great performance. We sang our hearts out, snapped and pranced on stage, and the audiences cheered, clapped and gave us a great applause overall after the performance.
We had great fun, and I am sure that everyone else had too!
Friday, October 4, 2013
Routine.
A.M.
The sun shone onto my face. "Rise and Shine!" It shouted delightfully at my face, as it struggled to pull my blanket away from my pyjamas. The fight was tough, as my body was so attracted to the blanket that it refused to let go. My soulless body and the sun played a game of tug-of-war, till I admit defeat and open my eyes to see the blurry sunlight. Sometimes, the first blurry images I see are not of the bright sun, but of the shadows of an angry woman or the digits of the clock which went 'tick-tock, tick-tock.'.It had occurred to me that this game of tug of war, no matter who my opponent was, will always end with me loosing.
Then, I would use all my might to drag my lifeless body towards the bathroom. I would daze at my rustic self, and ponder upon the stupidest things in life, like how I will look if I did not shave, or how I will look if I were of the opposite sex. While useless thoughts ran through my mind, I squeezed the leftover toothpaste in the tube. It is usually the most difficult thing to do every morning, as I try to squeeze out as much toothpaste as I possibly can, scrimping every single bit of toothpaste till the tube crumples or become as thin as a stick. A thin tube of toothpaste could sometimes last for a few weeks, as my thrifty mind would always contemplate to see if a tube of toothpaste was worth two dollars.
After that, I would adjust the heat for my bath. It would always be either too cold or too hot, I do not think that I will ever be pleased with the temperature of the running water. I would then soak my pale, dry body into the bath. I cringe when the water touches my skin. Instead of the serenity others feel when they come in contact with water, the water slaps my skin, commanding my restless soul to wake up. It is usually a ten minute ride of brutal torture, as my soul goes into a battle once again. After that rather long 'battle of doom', I grabbed the nearest towel and ran to the closest (and only) exit.
In less than five minutes, I was adorned into my green uniform. I got the biggest uniform so that I could fit into it swiftly. My green pinafore was ironed so much that it was straight, thanks to the strict rules and requirements from my institution. I buttoned up my blouse, which is in a lighter shade of green (tacky), till the second button, ignoring the first as it strangles my neck. Then after putting on my uniform, I pinned my name tag and school badge onto my pinafore neatly. I also had to comb my hair into a tight ponytail so that I would look prim and proper, or I would have to face the 'disciplinary action' of the school. I always look into my reflection one more time, to make sure that my rubber bands and clips are black so that I would be able to get by of another day of school.
By this time, I would usually hear the screamings of Mother, rushing me to get down quickly. After playing a brief game of hide-and-seek with my textbooks and stationery, I threw everything into my black backpack and rush down the stairs, looking at my clock to make sure I was not late to avoid getting blamed by my family. At that time, the kitchen will be filled with the aroma of honey bacon, with the sounds from the sizzling of pans. Mother would usually be in a hurry, making up a scrumptious breakfast. She always had the philosophy that eating breakfast would allow us to be stronger, so she never fails to whip up something fresh and delicious for us.
After the quick meals, we scrambled off to our various locations to "start off our days."
The sun shone onto my face. "Rise and Shine!" It shouted delightfully at my face, as it struggled to pull my blanket away from my pyjamas. The fight was tough, as my body was so attracted to the blanket that it refused to let go. My soulless body and the sun played a game of tug-of-war, till I admit defeat and open my eyes to see the blurry sunlight. Sometimes, the first blurry images I see are not of the bright sun, but of the shadows of an angry woman or the digits of the clock which went 'tick-tock, tick-tock.'.It had occurred to me that this game of tug of war, no matter who my opponent was, will always end with me loosing.
Then, I would use all my might to drag my lifeless body towards the bathroom. I would daze at my rustic self, and ponder upon the stupidest things in life, like how I will look if I did not shave, or how I will look if I were of the opposite sex. While useless thoughts ran through my mind, I squeezed the leftover toothpaste in the tube. It is usually the most difficult thing to do every morning, as I try to squeeze out as much toothpaste as I possibly can, scrimping every single bit of toothpaste till the tube crumples or become as thin as a stick. A thin tube of toothpaste could sometimes last for a few weeks, as my thrifty mind would always contemplate to see if a tube of toothpaste was worth two dollars.
After that, I would adjust the heat for my bath. It would always be either too cold or too hot, I do not think that I will ever be pleased with the temperature of the running water. I would then soak my pale, dry body into the bath. I cringe when the water touches my skin. Instead of the serenity others feel when they come in contact with water, the water slaps my skin, commanding my restless soul to wake up. It is usually a ten minute ride of brutal torture, as my soul goes into a battle once again. After that rather long 'battle of doom', I grabbed the nearest towel and ran to the closest (and only) exit.
In less than five minutes, I was adorned into my green uniform. I got the biggest uniform so that I could fit into it swiftly. My green pinafore was ironed so much that it was straight, thanks to the strict rules and requirements from my institution. I buttoned up my blouse, which is in a lighter shade of green (tacky), till the second button, ignoring the first as it strangles my neck. Then after putting on my uniform, I pinned my name tag and school badge onto my pinafore neatly. I also had to comb my hair into a tight ponytail so that I would look prim and proper, or I would have to face the 'disciplinary action' of the school. I always look into my reflection one more time, to make sure that my rubber bands and clips are black so that I would be able to get by of another day of school.
By this time, I would usually hear the screamings of Mother, rushing me to get down quickly. After playing a brief game of hide-and-seek with my textbooks and stationery, I threw everything into my black backpack and rush down the stairs, looking at my clock to make sure I was not late to avoid getting blamed by my family. At that time, the kitchen will be filled with the aroma of honey bacon, with the sounds from the sizzling of pans. Mother would usually be in a hurry, making up a scrumptious breakfast. She always had the philosophy that eating breakfast would allow us to be stronger, so she never fails to whip up something fresh and delicious for us.
After the quick meals, we scrambled off to our various locations to "start off our days."
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