Musique Noir

I changed my blog layout again. I came up with the title - Musique Noir - which means Black Music in French. I think it's much more poetic in French, so ignore the English meaning. I like this layout; don't you? Everything seems much more clearer now - less clogged up. Another change - another improvement, and one more step away from my phobia. If you don't know my phobia and want to find out, I'm going to make it hard for you. I'm not telling - you have to plough through the many posts below to find out for yourself.

It doesn't take a genius to figure that I'm quite plainly a horrible person.

Mid-Mind

Mid - Mind

Beware the ides of March.

Poor Julius Ceasar, yet how horrible he was.

Jesse McCartney rocks. I love the song "She's No You".

My rambles. Now on to the real stuff.

.X.

Someone tripped me and I fell as I was midway to my goal. Suddenly, my destination didn't seem all that easy to reach after all. I gave up, walking in a different direction, yet occasionally looking back. I don't dare to carry out the task. I'm a shy person. I don't have much confidence in myself when it comes to total strangers my age. Ever since the day Jade humiliated me in front of that stranger when she shouted out something untrue, it's all gone downhill.

.X.

I met the stranger today, twice. Stranger was cycling down the hill opposite the hill I was cycling up. To put it simply, we were cycling towards each other. I proceeded to cycle in a different direction - turned right. I didn't blush, but I did look away. Humiliation was too much to bear. Anyway, stranger cycled away too.

The second time I met stranger was when I was cycling home. Stranger was on a bike, trying to get past two small kids who were obstructing the path. I didn't realize it was Stranger till I saw the bike. I tried to keep my calm. Humiliation burns bright, but only in my mind. Stranger looked embarrassed. Looks like I wasn't the only one humiliated, but it does nothing to comfort me.

And then stranger cycled past me and headed home.

.X.

SMJ and I are acquainted by a stroke of almost paradoxical coincidence.

.X.

I have mixed thoughts.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright...

Once Upon an April

A new whirlwind of gossip had shaken the small primary school for the past few days; they were merging with another primary school at the end of the year. Someone said it was because they were all so stupid that the school needed at least a few intelligent ones to bring up the standard, but that was ignored, considered insignificant.

But yes, it was confirmed. The school would merge with another school with a standard even worse than theirs next year, in July. An uproar made a steady crescendo within the school walls as students and teachers alike discussed what the merge would bring - perhaps woe?

.X.

Zel was tarrying the recess period away in the presently empty playroom, musing to herself. Jillian had asked the English teacher what their new uniform would be like, to which the teacher was at a loss. Their current uniform for the girls was a white blouse worn under a green pinafore. Green was a nice, neat, colour. Surely it wouldn't be altered? Zel had never before seen the uniform of the other school before. Perhaps it was also green in colour.

Maybe she'd make some new friends. But she was quite sure, at least for the moment, that the students from her school and the students from the other school would keep away from each other at the initial stages.

Zel peered out of the window to see a cluster of addlepated schoolgirls pass by. She recognized them as the Primary Six "big girls". They were lucky, she mused, this being their last year so they did not need to mingle with strangers from another school.

Would there be new school rules? She hoped not, brow furrowed as she chewed the end of her braid thoughtfully. Some goldfish in a bowl quietly sculled around their shining prison on the shelf. They were indifferent. She looked out of another window that faced the grounds outside. A pidgeon glided across the sky, ascending until it was lost in a swirling silvery mist.

Zel sniffed. The lily was being gilded. She wanted her school uniform to stay the same, leastways.

The bell rang all of a sudden, pulling her out from her pensive inertia. She jumped from her Indian style seating on the floor, unfolding her legs, and then rushed to assemble with the rest of the students where she would be led back to class by a prefect.

And as she ran, she knew in her heart that her beloved school would never be the same again.

.X.

Dedicated to Zhonghua Primary School which is merging with Serangoon South Primary School in 2007. I cringe at the thought.

Enter Stacy

My sports day ended about two hours ago, so now I'm sitting in front of my computer happily, blogging.

Oh, jeez. Damn Yellow won. Some of the blue house secfours were crying, probably because they had to leave SNG without the glory of their house being first. Blue came in second. But hey, three houses have to lose. There's only one champion. But why, oh why, does it have to be yellow? Yellow was the champion house when I first entered Zhonghua Primary too. Oh, well. Murphy's Law, I suppose.

Besides, come to think of it, we aren't so bad off. Think of poor Red and Green, who got third and fourth respectively. They must be having it worse.

The optimist in me is at its peak today.

.X.

Note to Pei Ying: Thanks for, er, tagging regularly. And...yeah. No more swearing. Gotcha. :T

.X.

Anyway, I vow to take part in at least one Sports Day event next year. I don't think I tried my best for the 100m tryouts this year. Next year, perhaps. Next year I'll strive for the top three.

Fly

Fly

To rise as if by a thousand butterflies,

I spread my wings.

Spurred on by the flutter that never dies,

I rise into the sunset of golds, reds and pinks.

The paintbox imagery,

Spilling its colours across the sky.

The black cloak is drawn; the stars peep and pry,

And the birds retreat in a flurry.

I don't care.

I don't care.

Dappled sunlight slanted tentatively through the curtains as the blaring of an alarm clock echoed out into the eerily silent house. Anna groaned, slapping the switch with such force that'd alarm anyone. How infantile, the clock chided, Really, you're not a baby! Switch me off properly.

She sniffed wearily, holding her ebony curls in a makeshift ponytail, glancing at the clock reproachfully. Really, she'd left Singapore for what was supposed to be a holiday - a break, especially from her nagging aunt. This clock was supposed to keep her company, but on the contrary, it was a frightening carbon copy of her aunt.

"Yeah, right," she scoffed nonchalantly, "What're you telling me that for? I don't care."

Oh, just great.

I'm finally updating. Happy? Yeah? Good.

Anyway, I read Xiaxue's blog (curiosity got the better of me) and I'm far from addicted. Xiaxue is just one of the perverse Singaporeans, not to mention a weird bimbo who's interested in the number of hairy nipples on a monkey. I abhore her grammar. All that undeserved fame is, I daresay, going to her head.

.X.

Hm, so let's see. So far I have the reputation of a fucking strict disciplinarian, the good golden girl (I vomit at this part), the intelligent...person. But you're all wrong. Well, save for the strict disciplinarian part, that is. An example follows...

I HATE ANKLE SOCKS AND LOW BELTS.

Get my point?

But really, I'm just a loner. I eat recess alone, you know. Not that I mind, of course. I just don't like being surrounded by many people. I'm not a very confident person.

Ciao.

Blogging

I've honestly got nothing much to got about. Just...please visit http://www.fanfiction.net/~stasya! :)

Friday

C'etait Samedi, mais je te raconte mon Vendredi. I was really tired yesterday; thus I couldn't be bothered to blog. Ergo, (I learnt this word from Robyn.) I'm gonna tell you about my Friday - I can't possibly resist when I'm feeling so awake now!

Well, school was boring...yeah. But after school I went with most of the sec one hockey team to NYP. We split up and took three taxis there. Upon reaching NYP we had lunch. Yesterday was the eve of Joanne's birthday, so today's her birthday...anyway, we had a small celebration after having lunch.

After that was hockey. We didn't practise much, just hit the ball and practised our penalty shots. Then the sec twos and Joanne (she's the best player in the sec one team) played against the Hong Kong team.

It was quite weird. Us sec ones had expected the Hong Kong team to be Chinese, but most of them were westerners...only one or two were Chinese. Weird, huh? But anyway, the sec twos won - 3-0! Hooray.

And while the sec twos were playing, coach startled us by choosing some sec ones and a few sec twos who didn't play to play the next match against the Hong Kong team! I was picked...my first ever match. I was surprised as I didn't expect him to choose the sec ones to play against 'em. I was defender. :) I like playing defender. It's fun.

Some of my teammates were really encouraging, since they knew it was my first match ever...

I was pretty nervous. Well, that'd be an understatement. I was really nervous. After the HK team had their break, the game started. Our team started the game. I had to mark an opponent who wore black lipstick on her upper lip and no lipstick on her lower lip. Weird, but creative. She looked Chinese, but I'm not so sure. She was the right forward of the other team, if I'm not wrong...

Anyway, we had a couple of really close goals, but the opponent's defence was really strong. The first half ended in a 0-0.

Actually, I had no idea that it was the first half! I thought, after the first half was over, that the game had ended for good. Thus I went with Rita and Isabelle to buy some drinks. We spent a long time dawdling at the vending machine, chatting and watching people swim. I drank a gassy drink.

When we returned to the pitch, it was just in time for the second half - and I was pretty oblivious. Mr Ng or whoever called me and I rushed down to the pitch...Isabelle was ill, so she couldn't play. Thankfully the game hadn't started yet - the HK team was still getting ready.

I was pretty nervous, because just now I had drunk one whole can of gassy stuff. I was worried that I'd get a stitch, but anyway, I didn't. I had to mark this goth girl again. She was pretty good.

And..yep. The game still ended in a 0-0. I guess our skills were equal. It was a friendly match, as I said, so each team cheered for the other team. They 'hip-hip-hurrayed' us, and vice versa. Friendly matches are fun.

My first ever hockey match!

Optimism

Oh, hooray. MEP test is postponed to next Thursday. Jeez, who am I kidding? Hooray! That was a little too enthusiastic. I'm not usually like this. If you read this, Sian Ching, thanks for linking me. Thanks everyone who linked me and "flattered" me in their blog. I don't deserve it...really. I honestly don't think I was that good a friend in ZPS. Yeah...you can't possibly deny that, I guess.

I will not tell anyone who I like openly - get that right.

I hope I get into the hockey school team. => They're not choosing till...May? June? And I think that I'm still pretty lousy at hockey. I mean, others are so good with their hits, while I can't hit well at all! In case you're wondering, a 'hit' in hockey is when you swing your stick up and swing it back down to hit the ball, hard. Yep. There's the tight grip to maintain, which isn't so hard. But there's also the bending of knees, which confuses me. Exactly how low must we bend? Sigh. People say that I'm a good defender, but I don't believe them. There're better defenders in the Secondary One team. But I must improve...I have to! I really want to get into the school team. It's my dream to excel at a sport.

Goodbye.

Stasya

Enter Stasya

Pitch training at Nanyang Polytechnic on Friday. Tomorrow is Thursday - my free day. Three cheers for...Thursdays. Well, I only like Thursdays because I get to go home early. I don't like Thursdays because there's 1.5hrs of MEP and 1hr of Art lessons. To top it all off, there's an MEP test tomorrow. A test! Complete with Melody Dictation, which I'm worst at. At least I get to go home early.

There was hockey today...Je l'adore! Oh, and I found out that Ting Li is Yeu Shing's classmate. 3 Charity. I have got to tell Yeu Shing about it this Saturday, during French class.

Oh yeah, speaking of French class, I had my French Exam (Junior Deux) last Saturday. It was real hard, and we had oral, too. As in, the teacher would ask us some questions and we had to reply.

I've got to stop blogging now. It's 7.10pm, and I want to finish bathing and eating by 7.30pm. Yeah, I just came back from hockey practice. I stink. Then after that, I'll revise for the MEP test. Not that it'll help much, considering that I'm as dumb as an ass. (I mean donkey when I say "ass", you ass.)

Yeah, so au revoir. Je vous espére visite encore!

Papillon

My not so sincere apologies not not updating recently, that is, if you've been checking this blog for entries. I highly doubt it, so I guess my apologies won't be of much use. There.

It's currently 7.16pm, and I'll stop blogging at 7.30pm, I suppose. There's loads of projects to do. The teachers call them "mini tasks", but that's really just a more tactful term for "projects". Ah, jeez.

Anyway, good news. Well, shocking good news. Not really shocking, on second thoughts...that'd be too extreme. I'll just say surprising news. A surprise.

Cheris, Amanda's friend, kind of asked/dared (I'm not sure which, honestly.) Amanda to ask a guy to her party. Cheris' party, if you're confused. Cheris has never met that guy. It's just that Amanda's been telling Cheris about the guy...because he likes Amanda. Well, that's what we all think. And he sort of admitted it, too.

And Amanda really asked that guy. He's the shy type, and he was rather embarrassed when his "secret crush" got leaked out. That was last year, so...yeah.

Anyway, I don't know how Amanda managed to get his number, but she called him and invited him. According to Amanda he was, like, "huh?", and seemed pretty shocked. Yep. Amanda gave him her number too...whoa. I think she likes him too, though she'll never admit it. I guess.

Anyway, he accepted the invitation.

Amanda said that when the conversation ended, he hung up but didn't put down the phone properly. And she heard him scream.

You know, the kind of scream that's a mixture of...excitement and that sense of not knowing what you've just done? Something like, a girl has been asked out by her long term crush and she kinda...screams? Yeah, you get my drift - I hope.

Sigh. Gotta go, I suppose. It's 7.25pm now. I need to get started on a project that's due this Friday. Today is Tuesday. Hectic, eh?

Au revoir!

Shadowed Glade

Oh, bite this. I'm not in love. Bite another one: the post below was prose, not poetry, I guess. Sigh. Here comes another one.

He stepped out of the shadowed glade,

Looking as brilliant as ever.

Then in the swirling camaraderie, he faded.

If only I'll never have to bid him goodbye.

Never to say "au revoir"...

Never.

Stasya's at it again. I thought I'd just give a try at writing love poems - this one is my first one. The one below was prose, you little walloping wacko. At least, that's what I think. I lack inspiration. Sigh.

Ok, for hockey, there's now a goalkeeper - D. Hm, come to think of it, she seems quite the goalkeeper. And she kind of likes it - at least, that's what she said. Sigh. I'd die if I were to stand in front of the goal post and watch the others get involved in all the exciting parts of the game for four years straight. It'd be so boring.

And four of us sec1 hockey girls will not make it to the school team. That'll put the four (not me included, I hope...) of those who didn't make it a lot of points behind the others in the school team. The four will have to go through a LOT to achieve the points which getting into the school team will acquire.

The goalkeeper is immediately in the school team.

Primary hockey girls are given the top priority, and there are 8 primary hockey girls in the sec1 team. All of them are likely to get in. And there're only 10 places in the school team...

So, eight primary hockey girls plus the one goalkeeper, D, (D's a new girl, by the way.) makes nine.

Thus, that leaves the six new girls. Five new girls, since D is officially in the school team since she's the goalkeeper.

And so, out of the five, only one will make it into the school team.

I'm treading on dangerous ground.

Irony

I miss someone I don't know well,
Not seeing him for three weeks has been hell.

My daydreams
he fills.
With sweet
and pleasant
fantasies.

My imaginary letters of
love to you,
are written with scented
ink, apple scented as
apple is my favourite.

Candle

Candle

Now I've realized that not having a tagboard on your blog can be rather aggravating, especially when people want to comment on your posts but can't. Thus I'm going to comment on Robyn's latest post at http://-appergal-.blogspot.com on my blog.

Firstly, Robyn, recurring decimals are easy. =) I'll teach you if you like.

Secondly, if you don't have a shell, make one.

Thirdly, "planitive" should be spelled as "plaintive". =>

Fourthly, ivory and ebony complement each other perfectly. I'm sure others will agree too. White and black. Contrast. And everyone knows that contrasts are the best matches.

Fifth, you're not supercilious. (Damn, you use really hard words! I had to look up "supercilious" in the dictionary.) Friends differ from companions, who in turn differ greatly from acquaintances. Distinguish your "friends" and develop friendship's embryo...If there is one.

Sixth, if you feel uncomfortable about Elaine and SL, persuade them to change. If you see them as your friends, well, isn't that what friends are for?

Vague

Vague

I know you people might call me a traitor, but I just have to admit that I'm growing apart from Zhonghua and my ex-classmates. Differences and distance get in the way. I only get to see them, like, a few times a year? It's aggravating. And I think that holding on to faint memories ain't gonna to do no good. Of course I'll still keep our friendship, and my loyalty to Zhonghua, but not in that really emotional, pain-staking way. You know what I mean, don't you?

Either way, I'm glad the BLUE is the champion of Zhonghua's Sports Day! I took bus 76 to the stadium with Delphine. She wasn't exactly planning to go, but seeing as the bus she was going to take home would also go the the sports stadium, I guess she changed her mind and decided to go.

Today is April Fool's Day. Mrs Sushilla played a prank on 1Faith today. Let me recount...

Well, she came into class fifteen minutes late (deliberately, I suppose) and told us that we were going to have a surprise test. She said that we were supposed to write a composition, titled "A Surprise". As the English Freak I was, my mind immediately filled with ideas of what I would write...It was perfectly lovely! I was thinking of all the beautiful phrases I could use, and how the plot would develop...

Anyway, she told us to take out foolscap paper. My friend lent me some since I had forgotten to bring them. I was unzipping my pencil case when Mrs Sushilla said,

"Class, before you write your name, I have something to say."

I suppose you can guess what came next, huh?

"April Fools!"

Ah, jeez. It was all a ruse! Imagine my disappointment. Now my wonderful ideas would go to waste...Just kidding. I was thinking about how perfectly lucky we were to have Mrs Sushilla as an English teacher. She's really nice. Imagine, NONE of the other teachers played any pranks on us! They must've thought 1Faith to be pretty boring.

I agree.

I mean, Faith is the quietest class in the whole level. It's the MEP class, and us female musicians are naturally quieter than the average people...I think.

C'mon, even the totally study-minded 1Charity and 1Diligence played pranks on their teachers! They swapped classrooms...But the teachers saw through the prank, according to someone I know in 1Charity. That prank is pretty outdated, but still retains a bit of its amusement, I suppose.

And according to Mrs Sushilla, who also teaches 1Grace, said that Grace played pranks on every single teacher who came in to teach them that day.

Faith, faith. Where on earth is your sense of humour!

Oh...6A04 was more fun than 1Faith. It'll be a pain to let go, but everyone has to one day...For goodness sake, I'm hanging on to a rope that isn't attached to anything! That rope once linked me to Zhonghua and 6A, but now it's cut, and nothing will link it back again.

Amen.