counting it down...
Friday, November 17, 2006
with finals coming up... postings have kind of slowed down... so sorry to all you people who have been wondering what i've been up to lately. trust me... lots to tell... just no time to do it all. finals end on the 29th, so expect a flood of posts after that.
note: there are still a load of pics from the prom that i am yet to upload... so wait a couple of weeks before you see the rest kay?
well... as the title suggests... trinity is coming to an end. i know i've been yapping on about it for weeks, but it's official now! graduation is in TWO WEEKS! most times i don't know whether to jump in celebration, or baracade in a corner and cry. classes ended last week with drama exams concluding this one. it's like everytime i see my teachers, i can't help but wonder whether it will be the last time. teachers like patricia, ian, pat... those who've made the biggest impact on my time here... those who have bent over backwards to help me get to where i want to go... the thought of saying goodbye, seems like too little a gesture to make up for all that they've done. patricia's son kaspar has been my playing buddy every friday this semester. for the past 5 months i've watched him grow and learn how to walk, talk (and drool ;p) and even draw, and after leaving my weekly meeting with his mom this afternoon, i was saddened by the thought that he's going to do lots more growing... just without me around to watch and make sure he doesn't stick a pen in his mouth ;p
that having been said, kids like kaspar and hafiz act as my motivation to do paediatrics. over the last 10 years i've seen my little brother overcome and accomplish amazing things. things that, in all honesty, i couldn't survive through. and yet he still gets up everyday with a cheeky smile on his face, eager to challenge anyone who dares. even at the age of one, kaspar can pick up anything you teach him in less than a minute. just show him how, and he'll be off doing it too. he doesn't need to understand the symantics or the politics of it all, as us more grown up people would fuss about. all he has to know is that it can be done... and that itself made the difference. every child to me... no matter the experiences they may have undergone... possess a type of innocence or clarity about the world. and even if it takes me forever to get there, i'm going to make sure that i have a hand... that EVERYONE has a hand... in preserving that. making sure that every child is safe... one kid at a time :D
so yes... i have an entire speech planned out should i get into medical school ;p but as i said... baby steps. so in the mean time... i have to work my ass off and ace as many exams in trinity as possible. drama is no exception... unfortunately ;p
since finding out that drama is a compulsory subject here at trinity, contributing to 30% of my overall english grade... only one thing came to mind - who do i have to kill to make this subject go away?! i can't act even if my life depended on it! all through secondary school, i was the one backstage writing up the script... i DO NOT belong on stage with the glaring lights. it's not that i get scared... heck ballet kicked all ounces of stage fright out of me... it was that i just don't - like -doing- it. the world is filled with enough fake people as it is... why add more? ;p but yeah... there was no working around it. after term 1 i was tailgating my drama class, getting the lowest score for the first assessment. then i figured that i had no choice. whether i liked it or not... i had to ace the subject to graduate. i had to put on the makeup... digest the lines... plaster on the fake emotions... and kick ass at it ;p so far, drama has accumulated 20%.
i got 19.75 out of it ;p
okay! i admit it! drama ain't as bad as i thought it was. granted i wanted to slit my wrists everytime rose came into the drama room all chirpy and excited about the weird 'drama-ish' games we were about to play. but the projects we've been given for our assessments have been fun. and since drama is a subject that prides itself of encouraging complete self-expression, i decided to play to my strengths. mom always said there were only three words to describe me - dark. twisted. complex. so in drama... i'm dark, twisted and complex :D and i've also learned something new! when on normal occasions i'd volunteer to do solo projects, the past semester has forced me to collaborate with others in group tasks. and i could not possibly ask for a better team both times! and it's been great!!! since last term, jason has been on my team and he's the best teammate anyone could ask for. talented and funny, he's always willing to try new things even at the cost of making himself look like a complete idiot! and we seem to function on the same frequency in our performances... so whenever i clam up or worry about how things are going to go on stage, all i've got to do is look at him and everything falls back into place.
this term was no different. last time me and jason took the comedic approach and got applauded for it. this time, with 2 other guest examiners sitting in, we didn't want to risk pulling off a half-hearted comedy (eventhough i know the jason mah fanclub would be up for whatever he performed ;p). so with our new team members, janice and ai vyn, we wrote up a play with the presented theme of betrayal. my character suffered from bipolar disorder and so i spent weeks laughing in the dark, rocking in a corner and consuming MANY bottles of juice to gain the sugar high ;p but it all paid off cause the play came off better than i could have hoped for. being in the first scene, i was the first one to be on stage with the lights and eyes on me. the adrenaline was awesome. before long the others had joined me and we relished in the thought of our last performance. the applause afterward was amazing... worth every painstaking hour we put into it. backstage jason was hugging me and jumping up and down in celebration. drama was truly over... in more ways than one :D cause after this... jason, along with all the singaporean boys like michael, robin, kenneth and nick, have to ship off to national service for 2 years. they'll be 19 before i see them again... and for michael, who's been my little brother over here... saying goodbye to him is something i'm not looking forward to.
spent the past couple of days watching everyone else's drama. ai-lynn's was before mine on wednesday... clearly reminding me that she is the queen of all emo performances, making me feel minutely small :p mark's was on thursday... that boy never ceases to amaze me when it comes to his drama... like a switch has been flicked, he goes from the sadistic and yet brilliant kid that he is, to anyone he wants to be ;p joel's was this morning, and in classic fashion he truly is artsy fartsy boy, taking pride in his role to the max ;p i missed jacq jacq's... but since her character was schizophrenic i have faith she pulled it off convincingly... she's been living with me the past 9 months hasn't she?! ;p and kevin's was the last one this afternoon... his performance was so scary i have to call him to hear his REAL voice everytime i watch the tape... never thought i could be immensely terrified and proud at the same time... but i am ;p
niways... it's getting late and i got heaps of psychology to get through. till my next post i'll probably be slogging it out with my books and cherishing the time i have left with my friends ;D
note: there are still a load of pics from the prom that i am yet to upload... so wait a couple of weeks before you see the rest kay?
well... as the title suggests... trinity is coming to an end. i know i've been yapping on about it for weeks, but it's official now! graduation is in TWO WEEKS! most times i don't know whether to jump in celebration, or baracade in a corner and cry. classes ended last week with drama exams concluding this one. it's like everytime i see my teachers, i can't help but wonder whether it will be the last time. teachers like patricia, ian, pat... those who've made the biggest impact on my time here... those who have bent over backwards to help me get to where i want to go... the thought of saying goodbye, seems like too little a gesture to make up for all that they've done. patricia's son kaspar has been my playing buddy every friday this semester. for the past 5 months i've watched him grow and learn how to walk, talk (and drool ;p) and even draw, and after leaving my weekly meeting with his mom this afternoon, i was saddened by the thought that he's going to do lots more growing... just without me around to watch and make sure he doesn't stick a pen in his mouth ;p
that having been said, kids like kaspar and hafiz act as my motivation to do paediatrics. over the last 10 years i've seen my little brother overcome and accomplish amazing things. things that, in all honesty, i couldn't survive through. and yet he still gets up everyday with a cheeky smile on his face, eager to challenge anyone who dares. even at the age of one, kaspar can pick up anything you teach him in less than a minute. just show him how, and he'll be off doing it too. he doesn't need to understand the symantics or the politics of it all, as us more grown up people would fuss about. all he has to know is that it can be done... and that itself made the difference. every child to me... no matter the experiences they may have undergone... possess a type of innocence or clarity about the world. and even if it takes me forever to get there, i'm going to make sure that i have a hand... that EVERYONE has a hand... in preserving that. making sure that every child is safe... one kid at a time :D
so yes... i have an entire speech planned out should i get into medical school ;p but as i said... baby steps. so in the mean time... i have to work my ass off and ace as many exams in trinity as possible. drama is no exception... unfortunately ;p
since finding out that drama is a compulsory subject here at trinity, contributing to 30% of my overall english grade... only one thing came to mind - who do i have to kill to make this subject go away?! i can't act even if my life depended on it! all through secondary school, i was the one backstage writing up the script... i DO NOT belong on stage with the glaring lights. it's not that i get scared... heck ballet kicked all ounces of stage fright out of me... it was that i just don't - like -doing- it. the world is filled with enough fake people as it is... why add more? ;p but yeah... there was no working around it. after term 1 i was tailgating my drama class, getting the lowest score for the first assessment. then i figured that i had no choice. whether i liked it or not... i had to ace the subject to graduate. i had to put on the makeup... digest the lines... plaster on the fake emotions... and kick ass at it ;p so far, drama has accumulated 20%.
i got 19.75 out of it ;p
okay! i admit it! drama ain't as bad as i thought it was. granted i wanted to slit my wrists everytime rose came into the drama room all chirpy and excited about the weird 'drama-ish' games we were about to play. but the projects we've been given for our assessments have been fun. and since drama is a subject that prides itself of encouraging complete self-expression, i decided to play to my strengths. mom always said there were only three words to describe me - dark. twisted. complex. so in drama... i'm dark, twisted and complex :D and i've also learned something new! when on normal occasions i'd volunteer to do solo projects, the past semester has forced me to collaborate with others in group tasks. and i could not possibly ask for a better team both times! and it's been great!!! since last term, jason has been on my team and he's the best teammate anyone could ask for. talented and funny, he's always willing to try new things even at the cost of making himself look like a complete idiot! and we seem to function on the same frequency in our performances... so whenever i clam up or worry about how things are going to go on stage, all i've got to do is look at him and everything falls back into place.
this term was no different. last time me and jason took the comedic approach and got applauded for it. this time, with 2 other guest examiners sitting in, we didn't want to risk pulling off a half-hearted comedy (eventhough i know the jason mah fanclub would be up for whatever he performed ;p). so with our new team members, janice and ai vyn, we wrote up a play with the presented theme of betrayal. my character suffered from bipolar disorder and so i spent weeks laughing in the dark, rocking in a corner and consuming MANY bottles of juice to gain the sugar high ;p but it all paid off cause the play came off better than i could have hoped for. being in the first scene, i was the first one to be on stage with the lights and eyes on me. the adrenaline was awesome. before long the others had joined me and we relished in the thought of our last performance. the applause afterward was amazing... worth every painstaking hour we put into it. backstage jason was hugging me and jumping up and down in celebration. drama was truly over... in more ways than one :D cause after this... jason, along with all the singaporean boys like michael, robin, kenneth and nick, have to ship off to national service for 2 years. they'll be 19 before i see them again... and for michael, who's been my little brother over here... saying goodbye to him is something i'm not looking forward to.
spent the past couple of days watching everyone else's drama. ai-lynn's was before mine on wednesday... clearly reminding me that she is the queen of all emo performances, making me feel minutely small :p mark's was on thursday... that boy never ceases to amaze me when it comes to his drama... like a switch has been flicked, he goes from the sadistic and yet brilliant kid that he is, to anyone he wants to be ;p joel's was this morning, and in classic fashion he truly is artsy fartsy boy, taking pride in his role to the max ;p i missed jacq jacq's... but since her character was schizophrenic i have faith she pulled it off convincingly... she's been living with me the past 9 months hasn't she?! ;p and kevin's was the last one this afternoon... his performance was so scary i have to call him to hear his REAL voice everytime i watch the tape... never thought i could be immensely terrified and proud at the same time... but i am ;p
niways... it's getting late and i got heaps of psychology to get through. till my next post i'll probably be slogging it out with my books and cherishing the time i have left with my friends ;D
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