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Saturday, February 14, 2009

Okay.

I've obviously been freaking lazy because I didn't blog for the entire week -.- So now I don't know what to blog about cause I totally forgot whatever happened. So, I shall be random and wite down important thoughts that I actually remember.

1. I hate veronica edwards. Don't ask me why, I just do.

2. I hate Commonwealth Essay. Seriously. The topics are damn stupid. But since I don't have anything to post, I shall post my essay after this. Though nobody will read it. I don't hate Miss Chng cause I kinda owe her one Commonwealth Essay from last year anyway.

3. I keep getting irritated by somebody around me. I just keep rolling my eyes again and again during lesson time because of this person. By the way, it's not Bernard, cause Bernard is just lame. Lol.

4. Oh I'm seriously starting to ~~dislike~~ hate my form teacher. JUST BECAUSE HE THINKS HADLEY IS CUTER THAN ME DOESN'T GIVE HIM AN EXCUSE TO SCOLD ME. And also, I'm actually teaching Bernard okay. His marks don't depend on me. Just so he knows, Bernard's attitude towards maths is all linked to how the teacher teaches, and for his information, he's the teacher. He should be thankful nobody actually says that straight to his face.

5. I don't understand why people have to think that I'm being emo or sad when I don't talk. Has it ever occurred to any of you that maybe my usual HAHA happy self is just a facade to blend in. Seriously.

Okay I do realise that all this is negative. On a lighter note,

1. SiewKiang's birthday was err. On tuesday! Yeah. That's one year older, and that means you have to be wiser too. Lol. So I'm expecting As for your common test yah? :D

2. Happy Valentine's Day! Erm. I don't know what else to say about this cause it isn't significant to me.

OH YES. Another thing I'm irritated by. If you're asking me for advice, and then when I actually give you some sensible ones, you don't have the right to cut me off and say that I won't understand because I haven't experienced it. In the first place, how would you know if I haven't gone through it before? Just because you chat with me like, once a month or even lesser doesn't mean that you know me very well. Because you're the one who's not bothering about what's going on with my life and I'm the one who actually cares. ~~Fuck~~.

I honestly don't know what else to write already. So I shall put my Commonwealth Essay on display. WAHAHAHAHA. Here goes:

Fidgeting uneasily on the stiff airplane seat, I gazed longingly into the clear, blue sky; its vast horizon reminding me of the long journey back home to Singapore. As I fumbled to fit comfortably into the chair, a sudden thud turned my attention to the floor. There, resting on the walkway, was my wallet and a snippet of my graduation picture. I squinted at my goofy smile and the slanted graduation cap perched on my head and smiled to myself. It was not long ago that I had graduated from junior college...

I had been aiming for the International Studies Scholarship, a scholarship that offered to fund your University education at an overseas University - it had always been my lifelong dream to study psychology at Harvard University. I sat in my chair, nervously awaiting the announcement of this year’s scholarship winner.

“This year, we are awarding the International Studies Scholarship to...” the mellow voice of the announcer reverberated throughout the hall, “Daniel Chee!” A thunderous applause erupted as congratulatory faces turned to face me. For a moment, I glared at the announcer with my mouth gaped open wide, attempting to process the information thrust at me in such a short instance.

“I – I won?” my thoughts spilled out of my mind. “Seriously, I won?”

“Yes, you did, silly!” Jacob, my best friend, tried to jerk me back to reality, “Now, get up on stage quickly before they decide to revoke your scholarship!” He nudged me and dragged me out of my seat. I stumbled through the row of seats before me, shuffling my feet as fast as I could across the floor. The announcer looked as if she was at the end of her tether, but I ignored that irritated face and continued my slow ascent onto the stage. With every step I took, my feet felt heavier. Beads of perspiration fell from my face as the mounting anxiousness began to take its toll on me.

“This is it,” I muttered to myself, “Shoulders up, chest out, look straight, look confident, smile.” I chanted my personal mantra silently in my head as I performed the actions simultaneously. Smiling widely, I trudged up the steps to the stage. Someone cleared her throat loudly, and I glanced up to see the announcer with her arms akimbo and her lips pursed tightly. Her eyes were like daggers, glaring straight into mine. I swiftly tilted my head away abashedly, my face turning beetroot red at the announcer’s continuous glare. I continued moving at a snail’s pace up the stairs, but when I reached the final step, my foot caught the end of my robe and I fell with a loud thud.

I shut my eyes tight and brought my hand to my nose, rubbing the part that had come into direct contact with the floor. Dusting my robe, I lifted myself off the ground, anticipating the school to burst into laughter. To my surprise, there were people who honestly looked concerned, and even the announcer (who I was beginning to get annoyed at), showed a little sympathy on her face. I noticed the two most prominent faces in the audience – my parents’.

Both of them had slight smiles on their faces, and my mother pointed at the podium where the announcer stood, motioning for me to carry on. I grinned at them, touched at the fact that they were encouraging me to go on. Mustering up whatever courage I had left, I strode across the length of the hall to the podium.

“Th – thank you,” I stuttered. Think, Daniel, think, I thought to myself. “Thank you for giving me this opportunity to study overseas. I assure all of you that I will do my best!” I spoke, this time in a louder voice. My mother’s eyes were moist and even my father was beginning to show signs of tears. Yet again, the entire school clapped appreciatively as I beamed at them, nodding my head to acknowledge their congratulations. In the split of a second, a brilliant flash blinded me as the school photographer took a picture.

I held the photograph tightly in my hand, silently laughing at the sight of me basking in the glory of all the attention I was getting. Staring fixedly out the window again, the same blue sky faced me. It had been hours since I last looked out the window, and yet I still had not reached Singapore.

“Ding dong,” the sound of the intercom rang, “Dear passengers, we will be arriving in Singapore in approximately thirty minutes. Please fasten your seatbelt as we begin to descend.” I realised I had not bothered to look down, and when I did, I noticed the familiar city skyline of Singapore beneath the sky. The thoughts in my mind started to race as I wondered who would be waiting for me at the Arrival Hall.

Would it be my mother? She was always the one I turned to for emotional support, and she never failed to fulfil her duties as a loving mother. Or would it be my father? He was a strict, disciplined military officer who taught my sister and I important life values. Under his guidance, we had grown to be the epitome of perfection. Or perhaps, my sister would actually be there. She knew when to have fun, when to be serious in her work, and of course it helped that there would be someone standing on my side whenever I got into an argument with my father. She was often the voice of reason to my father’s stern teachings.

The moment the doors opened, I dashed in the direction of the conveyor belt, not forgetting to thank the friendly air stewardesses on the airplane. As I waited for the luggage to move out, I kept stealing glances at the glass doors, hoping to spot a familiar face among the sea of excited people.

“Finally,” I groaned as I recognised that boxy, black luggage strewn across the belt. I hoisted the luggage with both hands onto my shoulder and lugged it across the hall, frantically looking out for any of my family members. At first, my hopes were beginning to get crushed as I cancelled out every other alien face that I saw, only narrowing my chances down to a corner at the far end of the Arrival Hall.

That was when I saw them. My sister smiled wryly at me, and my father, always a picture of serenity, nodded politely. My mother smiled broadly, her arms reaching out wide, beckoning me to go forward. I dropped my luggage on the spot and sprinted towards them, zigzagging through the crowd of reunited friends and my families. Tears began to well up in my eyes as I inched closer to them, longing for the feeling of being in a family again. I noticed that my mother looked somewhat surprised, and I understood her expression. To her, I looked like an independent, confident young man, a far cry from the gawky boy with long, ungainly legs; in other words, I no longer looked like her little boy.

When I finally reached them, my eyes could not hold the tears any longer and they flowed out continuously as I pulled my family into a tight bear hug.

“Mum, Dad, Sis, I’m home,” I choked through the tears. My long journey back home was definitely worth this.

5:09 PM