Lets start at the beginning of 2007, 1st of January 2007 to be exact. I was still in Italy, having a party in a not-so-close-to-Andrea friend's house. It wasn't a great party but its an eye opener to how Italians celebrate New Year considering that I had spent the last 17 New Years doing nothing but wait for the fireworks. For that one and a half month left in Italy, I continued with my weekend habits of going clubbing, travelling with AFS, flunking in school tests, and stuffing myself with as much pasta as possible. To sum it all up, my life in Italy was easy and blissful as all I need to worry about is not getting run over by a FIAT. To complete my stay, my host brought me to Venice. Ahh...Venice..Truthfully, it really isn't as nice as I thought it would be. All of the buildings are old and look as if it might crumble down any moment, plus the stench of the clogged up canals and the incredulous amount of tourist, I wasn't exactly excited to be walking along the streets of this floating city. However, it was still an enjoyable trip. Basillica San Marco was absolutely breathtaking. From the gold mosaic of the facade to the sacred feeling inside the church, it is just beyond words. Italy was fun, life was easy, but all that change once I got back to Malaysia.
Once I was back home, I had to fulfill my 'duty' to the country. Yes. I just happened to be one of the lucky 30% of 18-years-old to get selected for National Service. To all that says National Service was the best thing that happened in their life (believe me, there are people like that), well, I am glad that you enjoyed it and hope that you benefited from it more than I did. As for me, I despise the whole concept of it. Sorry for being blunt, but I absolutely hated the whole thing. I hate being told to do things that are unnecessary and non-beneficial in any way to me. Ask me if I am more patriotic, I could laugh this instant. Despite all the stupidity, I managed to survive the three grueling months and made a couple of friends along the way. From NS, I learnt that I am an expert on portraying a sick person till the extent of receiving an injection and really getting sick.
After NS, I had a month of freedom. Yes. A month of doing absolutely nothing but sleepovers at Gracie's or Glad's. It was during this month that I did some of the lamest, moronic, retarded things ever. From doing a music video of Spicegirls, 'Wannabe' to baking a cake that wouldn't solidify to dancing on the para-pare machine. I believed that IQ has seriously decrease a few notches during this period.
(as I type this, 2008 had just arrived)
As August approaches, I prepare myself for the ultimate challenge of the year. Boarding school. I didn't have the slightest clue on how boarding school life would be like. I actually assumed it to be like something out of an Enid Blyton story, strict rules, midnight feasts and so on. After my first term in KTJ, I have to say that I actually quite enjoy it. The rules isn't as strict compared to Metho's and my schedule is pretty packed. Well, if Bio, Chem and Maths is the death combo as Jade had written, then my combo could as well be called the doom combo. I seriously didn't expect myself to be taking such a combination. Math, I am a chinese, of course I have to do math, its tradition. English literature, all I can say is Andrea better be right that literature is useful. Drama, I guess NS had actually helped me discover my desire for it. Geography, a tribute to Mdm Choa. KTJ might come off as a jail to some but the highly adaptable me is still ok with it for now.
As for the one month holiday, I haven't exactly done anything productive. I think I manage to loose a bit of weight during all the practices for the showcase. The performance that day didn't go as well as I had hoped. My foot is still giving me problems and I am already on the verge of giving up entirely on taking the ballet exam. Oh well...blame it all on basketball. On another note, my solo went perfect, well not exactly perfect perfect, but just perfect for me. I really enjoyed being alone on stage, doing my own choreography. Finally, months of watching videos and planning had paid off. I love that feeling of having the power to perform on stage, to show off everything I had to offer, to mesmerize (well, hopefully) the crowd, to hear the applauding crowd at the end...ahhh...no wonder ballerinas love their job.
Moving on, I went to Sabah for Steven's wedding. I seriously can't believe so many of my many cousins are getting married. Anyway, I stayed with Tania in her ginormous house for two days before leaving for Hyatt. Best part about the whole trip was going into 'Shinanegans' with Nat, Dan and Lenny. This is the first pub I went in Malaysia since coming back from Italy. The pub was crazy!!! It was packed, the noise was deafening, people were scuttling up the bar to get their drink, all in all, it was Crazy with a capital C!! Lenny ordered me a Mai Tai which of course I don't know consist of what but drank it anyway cause it's sweet. There was this crazy German couple who could really move on the dance floor. I had a heck of a time.
My holidays are almost over and I still have an essay to complete. Looking back at 2007, its been a wild year. I had done things which I myself never expected myself to do, I went half way round the world, I went skiing, I went clubbing, I did lightings for a musical, I choreograph a dance, I pretended to be a guy. To sum it all up, I learnt a lot about myself and people around.
Arrivederci 2007 e Benvenuto 2008!!
Maybe it's the coldness of her French style. Her dancing doesn't give out a fuzzy warm feeling like British dancers.
