I'm Just a Little Girl

Wi-Fi is here in my home. Wee~

Thanks to Nicole for the pictures.

Imagine them playing the song 'Hey Jude' as background music for this scene. It's enough to break your heart.

Then someone can sing the song, replacing the name Jude with Ben in the lyrics.

Aww...

Take a look at their facial expressions:

Sheer fear. The way Mel bent forward, almost folding herself; Iven's sideways glance; Ben's eyes...

Agony written all over Jer's face. The fate of his family laid on unknown grounds.

Violence, violence and more violence. Poor old man Jer.

Those 2 in black looked more like gangsters than rich kids. And Jer? The image of absolute poverty.

A picture paints a thousand words, so 4 pictures paint 4000 words (lame, I know). No need to elaborate why they got into the semi-finals. Talented people, polished gems.

Regarding David Yates' 2nd Harry Potter movie, I can only say it isn't as good as his first. I prefer 'Order of the Phoenix'.

I like Helena Bonham Carter as Bellatrix Lestrange. My infatuation towards Tom Felton as Draco Malfoy remains unchanged. Chieh, Caryn, KuanYu and I can't stop talking about the super duper hot Cormac McLaggen, portrayed by Freddie Stroma.

Back off, Weasley. You're not good enough for Hermione.

Everyone loves Emma Watson as Hermione Granger, except her arrogant attitude whilst modelling for Burberry.

You just wish your girlfriend looks like that. I just wish I have that bag.

Yesterday's choir practice was great. I like the breathing exercise (try inhaling for 8 seconds and exhaling for 28 seconds). Mr. Michael suggested we sing Miley Cyrus' 'The Climb' for Awards Day.

Ms. Leow rejected my proposal for having a video presentation by MAD club on Awards Day. Haiz... formalities and time matters.

Assignments and essays. I can deal with them, like I always did, yet along with these now comes pressure. The source? Definitely not from me. I don't pressure myself unnecessarily.

I told daddy that I want to transfer to another college. He looked me in the eye, waited for me to explain. I told him I felt pressured being with my classmates.

When I say that I'm not smart, I mean it. But they just don't listen, they don't understand. Sometimes they sounded like they were joking, and I laughed with them. Sometimes they sounded so cynical, and I politely denied it. Sometimes they sounded like awe and admiration, I didn't know what to say.

That pressure came from these nice comments.

I am very sensitive towards what expect from me. If they have high hopes of me, I don't want to disappoint them. If they look down on me, I want to prove them wrong.

The latter is often quite easy to do. I hate the former. Just like how I used to tensed up before every English paper.

Daddy told me that he too thinks there is a little bit of intelligence in my head. No matter where I study, people will derive an impression of it from my subjects' assignments. Because I know that, among my many skills, the best of them is writing and I am aware of my love in literature; I could excel.

"Anyway, you only have 1 year left in that college," he said. And I know in the future I'll meet giants, quoting Gloria after her 1st semester in NTU.

Just to clarify:

I'M NOT SMART.
I DON'T MEMORISE THE WHOLE TEXTBOOK.

P/S: I should be doing my literature work now. What the hell am I doing?? Maybe I need a break. Deng... should have gone out with Mel.

It's been a year. This day last year was the day I found friendship with people from 9 different countries and 2 from Malaysia. I shall always remember the 12 days we spent laughing, singing and crying together.

Miss you guys, love you all~