Touchdown
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I am in London!! It's been nice so far! Staying with Ivy until tomorrow then I will be moving into Hughes Parry.
...Pause for a breather...
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I have finally sorted out all the complications that comes with going to University..whew..and good news, I can drive now!! so anyone free in Sibu call me up okay? If there is anyone left...
A sense of completion
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After 1 and a half (first term not counted) grueling years of Alevels in KTJ, I am glad to say that I am thankfully done since receiving my full results on Wednesday. And, I am going to UCL! Praise the Lord!!
Wow, I never imagined myself going to London, let alone to the University where Coldplay was formed (yeah, I find that extremely cool). I am so happy that Tania and CherWaye would be joining me in London, and I could once again wreck havoc with Ivy. It's so weird how things turned out for me. I always had the idea that I would eventually be reading Business or Commerce in some Australia University or end up in Kent like mum. Linguistics was not part of my vocabulary until August last year when I happened to stumble across it on Cambridge's list of courses. And what better place to read Linguistics than the place where Alexander Graham Bell was educated. I am indeed fortunate to be given this opportunity.
As for my results, I am extremely satisfied with everything except Drama Unit 5. I got an A overall for drama but I got a 61/90 for that unit, and I worked really hard on that unit. Wasn't easy playing a crazed 15-year-old refugee okay. Well, my whole group did bad on that unit and nobody knows why. I, of course suspect that it was because of our over-cut script, I mean, our acting was not bad at all, and we technically did nothing that could slashed our marks down that much, so it must be the script. All those hours of practicing..wasted..and they wanted Anjali to actually slap me to make the scene more believable..thank goodness I protested..
As predicted, I am busy with visa application now. I had been fidgeting over the fact the my visa letter hadn't arrived yet for the past 2 days. I got the DHL notice today, they just have to pick a time when I am not at home to deliver. At least its here.
I can't wait to go London, Convent Garden, Royal Ballet, Agnes Oakes and Thomas Edur, tube to Paris, Paris Opera Ballet, Aurelie Dupont, train to Italy, Torino, the Barberos, hot chocolate, Elisabetta and Vanessa, La Scala, cheap flights to America during Christmas, Jessica, Korea..oh yes, I can't wait. Yet, I don't want to leave the comforts of home for 2 years just yet. My family, Dukie, the stupid dog, Kitty, the useless fishes, the baby who shall not be a baby anymore when I return the next time, the other baby, ballet classes, cheap dvds, cheap cinema tickets, 'exercise' with Grace, Grace, local food, especially people speaking foochow. Foochow gives me a sense of homeliness, a symbol of my upbringing, a story of my background. I find it amazing how a whole town has dialect as it's main language, and one of the hardest Chinese dialect too. But since I have to go, then I can't wait to amaze my course mates with my Foochow speaking abiliy.
Two years passed fast, I remembered counting towards the day of leaving KTJ with Waye way back in term 1, boy, that didnt seemed too long ago. It's time to move on again. I guess I might be counting towards the day of leaving UCL soon.
Wow, I never imagined myself going to London, let alone to the University where Coldplay was formed (yeah, I find that extremely cool). I am so happy that Tania and CherWaye would be joining me in London, and I could once again wreck havoc with Ivy. It's so weird how things turned out for me. I always had the idea that I would eventually be reading Business or Commerce in some Australia University or end up in Kent like mum. Linguistics was not part of my vocabulary until August last year when I happened to stumble across it on Cambridge's list of courses. And what better place to read Linguistics than the place where Alexander Graham Bell was educated. I am indeed fortunate to be given this opportunity.
As for my results, I am extremely satisfied with everything except Drama Unit 5. I got an A overall for drama but I got a 61/90 for that unit, and I worked really hard on that unit. Wasn't easy playing a crazed 15-year-old refugee okay. Well, my whole group did bad on that unit and nobody knows why. I, of course suspect that it was because of our over-cut script, I mean, our acting was not bad at all, and we technically did nothing that could slashed our marks down that much, so it must be the script. All those hours of practicing..wasted..and they wanted Anjali to actually slap me to make the scene more believable..thank goodness I protested..
As predicted, I am busy with visa application now. I had been fidgeting over the fact the my visa letter hadn't arrived yet for the past 2 days. I got the DHL notice today, they just have to pick a time when I am not at home to deliver. At least its here.
I can't wait to go London, Convent Garden, Royal Ballet, Agnes Oakes and Thomas Edur, tube to Paris, Paris Opera Ballet, Aurelie Dupont, train to Italy, Torino, the Barberos, hot chocolate, Elisabetta and Vanessa, La Scala, cheap flights to America during Christmas, Jessica, Korea..oh yes, I can't wait. Yet, I don't want to leave the comforts of home for 2 years just yet. My family, Dukie, the stupid dog, Kitty, the useless fishes, the baby who shall not be a baby anymore when I return the next time, the other baby, ballet classes, cheap dvds, cheap cinema tickets, 'exercise' with Grace, Grace, local food, especially people speaking foochow. Foochow gives me a sense of homeliness, a symbol of my upbringing, a story of my background. I find it amazing how a whole town has dialect as it's main language, and one of the hardest Chinese dialect too. But since I have to go, then I can't wait to amaze my course mates with my Foochow speaking abiliy.
Two years passed fast, I remembered counting towards the day of leaving KTJ with Waye way back in term 1, boy, that didnt seemed too long ago. It's time to move on again. I guess I might be counting towards the day of leaving UCL soon.
Adagio
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I feel like I am stuck in an endless cyclic gyre. Life hasn't been eventful these days. The only excitement I had last week was the gruelling suspense of waiting for my Geography results. Thankfully, I got an A. Yay!
Other than that, I can't think of anything new. Well, one more week until Edexcel results will be out, then there will be a mad rush to apply for visa. Then things might get a bit more exciting...
Breakdown...
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The last glimmer of hope fades silently.
Despair overwhelms.
Unavailing curses flow unceasingly.
Anger overwhelms.
Chaos unveiled unremittingly.
Fear overwhelms.
Well, that sums up everything.
Untimely Finale
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I can't believe it and I don't want to. She called quits. At the age of 28, where one would only start getting recognition. Monica Mason has just announced the retirement of Royal Ballet principal Alexandra Ansanelli, a dancer which I yearned to watch ever since she appeared on the front cover of Dance Magazine in 2004. She was a principal of New York City Ballet before, had a budding career, and she just left abruptly without giving any notice. That shocked the ballet world and now she has done the exact same again. She received a demotion to Soloist from Royal Ballet, worked her way up to Principal and decided to leave. Leave the dance world altogether.
She lives the life which I have always dream of, yet I applaud her for having the bravery to give everything up for the fact that she doesn't like it anymore. If only I could say no the that unbending routine that governs my life, possible shortening it as well. I have no idea what on her mind, and I think neither does she, but I hope she will be happy with her choice.
Too late. I am upset by the fact that I will never get the chance to see her live. The technicality, the vivacity, the tenacity that I have missed. An opportunity slipped. Grieved.
Time is ticking..ticking away
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Today me and Tania came to the realisation that our lives are extremely defective at this moment in time.
When we cry (cry over unfinished drama course work), though we try (try so hard to finish it), say goodbye (bye to our sanity) cause time is ticking ticking....
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