Sunday, November 2nd 2008

It has been a Hell of a week, chock-full of draining papers. What's worse, I missed two nights of sleep this week on days before crucial papers. I couldn't fall asleep. Must be the stress level. I hope all that studying pays off well.

How I got that hot construction worker's name? I asked the security guard, whom I chat with often. At least his name is not "Muthu". "Muthu" is cute, but too common and stereotypical.

Been watching "Tamil Silverscreen" every Saturday night for the past few weeks. All the male actors were quite average, though there was this really good-looking one in last week's movie. It was about university students in year 3.
I've realised that their (the lead actor's and actress') skin isn't/aren't really dark. They're quite fair, but their Indian physical traits (black hair, brown eyes, etc etc) give them an Asian edge, so they look a lovely mix, very exotic.

Well, I've gotten my haircut. It's just shorter, nothing special. The back-slope feels like a carpet again, and my fringe is done in a slant. It has something pixie about it.

I've been watching old movies recently, and I love them. I like them better than today's modern hollywood flicks. Old movies have more honest, although bad acting, and better taste in music. They carry the emotions to the viewers better. I liked "Singin' in the Rain" when I watched it on the way back from Italy. I watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and I loved it so much. Now, I'm watching
"Sabrina". No, it's not about some lame teenage witch.
I think Audrey Hepburn was/is an excellent actress. Plus, she's so beautiful.

Tuesday, October 28th 2008

Mrs Khoo was right. "It's still a long way to freedom."

Been slaving away at Physics all morning, finally finished studying it. Somehow I still can't do the stupid thick stack of Physics papers that Ms Lim gave us. Gonna try again tonight, gotta ask Chew to teach me how to do the nuclide notation thing.
Am currently doing Art. I can't believe I actually managed to sit still for so long. It's been productive, I've drawn+coloured two layouts so far. Two more to go. This is when my imagination chooses to forsake me.
I've been drawing so many hearts all year, I feel like stabbing someone in the chest. Bloody hearts! (Didn't mean for that to be a pun)

Through all this dense jungle greenery and the mosquitoes biting incessantly, I can see the light! It's not very bright, and it looks like it's going to die out any time, but I can see it.

I absolutely cannot wait to have my "Sims" and "Monkey Island" computer game marathon after my 'O's. I've been deprived of "Sims" for so long, and I miss Guybrush Threepwood's handsome face!

Going to get another haircut this Friday. I was told that I have a class comm meeting to attend this Friday after the exam. I don't look forward to seeing my class comm as much as I look forward to seeing my choir comm. Damn, I was so looking forward to rushing for my haircut. Fringe has been poking my eyes unmercilessly for the past few weeks. It'll grow from looking stupid to nice, just in time for Grad Night.

Sunday, October 26th 2008

Well, the hot construction has gone somewhere else to work. His name is Navdeep Kumar. School somehow seems less interesting without him there.
School seems a lot less exciting now anyway.

Been staring at a picture of a foot all night, been drawing it. I hope it doesn't look too sketchy. I've found that I'm good at drawing anatomy. It's a pity I'll never get these drawings back, they're so good, even if I do say so myself.
Must look at pretty things occasionally, so I watched Philippe Jaroussky on Youtube while I waited for the water on my drawing to dry. I found some new videos, there's finally one on "Alto Giove". I have added the Youtube video to my blog, so scroll all the way to the bottom to watch it. Do watch it when you all have the time, he sounds really good here.

Thursday, October 16th 2008

The world is going to hell, man.

Just read in the newspapers that more people lost their life-savings to some bank investment. $100,000, and that's just from one old couple. Come on! They're old man, they wanna relax after their hard lives, is that too much to ask for?
This bank investment thing is getting ridiculous, really. How come nobody's willing to do anything about it? We have enough money to build the new resorts, and no money to pay these people. No wonder they want us to take Social Studies, so the kids now will grow up to be like the adults in society today. It's not fair, the rich people don't seem to care about the people who have nothing left.

Society's always been this mean, you know. Remember when that Korean student what's-his-name shot 33 people in Virginia Tech? The world went mad just because 33 people died, and it was published in the news. Wake up and smell the flowers, world. Millions of people die every day, and you don't seem to notice.
Don't worry, one day it will be you, asshole.

Monday, October 13th 2008

It's seriously frightening to think that the upcoming exams determine my entire future, job(s), even respect.

Well, I'm studying like I've never studied before, but I still wonder if it's enough? Looking back on the past few weeks, it feels pretty impressive, because I've been studying every day. I've found that I actually like studying! It's actually enjoyable once you get into it. I felt sorry when Night Study came to an end at 9.30pm on Friday night, I wanted to study more. When you get absorbed, you can't stop. Only when you get absorbed. It's like an addiction. My body feels so tired, but my mind is desperate for more. Then, it's up to me to decide whether to let my body rest or push it past the limits. Usually, I take pity on my body and let it rest, because the poor thing can't work when it's tired. The mind takes in nothing, and I start panicking because I suddenly can't understand what I'm looking at. It's like a whole lot of words I can't string together to form a sentence.

The last day of school (10th Oct) was calm. Strange word I'm using to describe it.
Our teachers were very sweet. Mrs Chow taught me Accounts at the teacher's desk for two periods in the morning, Ms Yip told us that teaching us has been a pleasure, Mrs Khoo said we've made her life miserable, but haven't forced her to quit her job yet, so that's good. Then, she gave us Kit-Kats and lollipops. I love the way she jokes. What's so funny about it is her straight face when she does.

I got back a Math paper I did a few days ago. I failed, of course. I wasn't even supposed to do the paper, but I told her I wanted to try it.
I got 26/80 for it, and she wrote there, "Keep trying!".
I didn't feel too bad about it, because I've mastered some things through my 2 weeks of Math revision, like how to factorise, and how to do simultaneous eqns. I just have to find a way to remember all those bloody formulas!

After the lesson, a group of kids stayed behind because they wanted to take individual photos with Mrs Khoo. I asked myself, "Why not?" So I said I wanted one, too. They made me go first, with Chew holding the camera.
"Snap!!!"
There's my inspiration for 'O's.

Friday, October 3rd 2008

Well, today didn't go too badly.

I worked hard today, managed to do two chapters of Math and get back on track with the whole simultaneous equations thing. Did half an English compre, too. I feel so Mathematical now, my head is spinning with numbers. Strangely, it feels good, like I've achieved something.

I've finally gotten my hands on the Mp3 file of "Venti Turbini", and it's slightly different from the one you all have heard on my blog. It's faster, somehow, gets the blood drumming in your blood vessels.

Several days ago, I stumbled upon another beautiful piece on Youtube, this time a duet sung by Núria Rial (soprano) and Philippe Jaroussky (countertenor). It's yet another piece written by Handel called "Bramo aver mille vite" (Ariodante). Bits of it weren't sung very well, sharp or flat at times, but overall it's beautiful. It's the kind of piece that sends you spinning, especially since the voices match so well.
I will add the video to this blog if I can, so have a listen if you have the time.

Tuesday, September 30th 2008

Philippe Jaroussky's rendition of "Mi lusinga il dolce affetto" on Youtube is absolutely beautiful! I love how the pianist plays those heart-wrenching chords to Philippe's singing. Am currently learning that song. It's a lovely one, written by our dear Handel. He has written a lot of fantastic vocal music, don't understand why he's more known for his instrumental pieces.

I haven't seen that hot construction worker in a while. Wonder if he's gone back home (to India) already? I miss his slicking-hair-back habit and showing off.

I almost starved to death today because I couldn't eat during recess. I brought 2 slices of pizza to school, but I was too choked up with guilt to eat. I made Mrs Khoo upset when I finished doing my chapter on algebra and stopped paying attention. I wrote her an apology post-it note and stuck it in her pigeon-hole.
I started having slight gastric spasms during lessons after recess, so I ate a slice of pizza just before Art, and then saved the other till 5pm to eat before my journey home.
Anyway, I think Mrs Khoo got my note because she seemed nicer to me during the after-school Math lesson she gave us. Good, because my guilt almost killed me.

On my way home, I suddenly realised how boring the world is. I walk by the same route everyday, I see people walking past me, doing ordinary-people things like withdrawing money or waiting outside NTUC or watching television at the video store at the underpass. It has all become a seriously boring routine, nothing interesting happens anymore.


I can tell people don't like my singing, not because it's horrible, but according to them, because it's annoying.
Well, too bad.

Wednesday, September 24th 2008

Clay Aiken is GAY!
Yay, go Clay!

Claymates already kind of guessed, but he's finally admitted it. It's actually nothing to be ashamed of. One more cutie has joined our gay community, and I'm really happy, because I "grew up with him".
I'm so proud of him, it must've taken a lot of courage to come out.

Monday, September 15th 2008

Man, those people on the "palace soaps" Korean dramas sure move very, very slowlyyyy. I don't understand how my parents watch them, or how they paid $3000 for a TV they didn't need.
I shall not try to change them. I shall not try to change anybody. Why should I? It's not fair to me. The only way people are going to change is through experiences. Some people are so blind that they don't see beauty in anything anymore.

Now, I shall type about the hot construction worker I've been seeing around at school. He's not cute, but he has this attitude and confidence about him. He has longish hair, but not long enough to touch his shoulders, and he often slicks his hair back at the sides like you see in those Levi's commercials. Oh, and he's got a nice body! Woo hoo!

Been working hard on my Art, both prelims and 'O's. My 'O's art is coming along well, actually. Somehow it only gets productive near the submission date.

Thursday, September 11th 2008

My hair's getting long again, wondering if I should go back to my old stylist or new one.

Exams have been dreadful, all doom and gloom. The Accounts paper today almost killed me, I barely made it out alive. All the colours of the world seemed brighter when I came out of the hall after the paper.
I was just complaining to Mrs Chow the other day about how I can't believe that money is a subject. Wouldn't life be simpler if we just counted the cash in our hands instead of make accounts of it, in the bank, in the cashbook, etc etc? Who the hell came up with the subject, anyway?! He's out to make my life miserable.

I really have to do something about my Math. It's atrocious, I know. I keep asking people how to improve it, and they tell me, again and again, to practise, but you don't just simply say "just practise" to someone who's been failing the bloody subject for 10 years now.
Some of the smart kids in my class, like Wei Lin, always puts this smirk on her face when I talk about how difficult Accounts and Math is for me. She aces every subject except English. It's fair to say that not many people are bi-lingual. I'm not bi-lingual. My Mandarin sucks, and I know it, but that's no reason to smirk at me.
You know, I'd rather be where I am, trying hard but failing many subjects, than be where Wei Lin is, doing well at almost every subject. I may not be smart academically, but I have dreams and determination, at least I'm not some clueless zombie who stares at text-workbooks every second I'm awake.

Wednesday, September 3rd 2008

I've fallen in love with another song again. This time, it's Philippe Jaroussky's rendition of "Venti Turbini", this one on my blog. I love the energetic entrance of the strings and the catchy tune, very fast but precise.
Sure, Philippe Jaroussky's singing may not be perfect, he has slips here and there, but very slight and rare. Overall, I rate him a fantastic singer. Plus, he's cute, too. :)

You know, after watching "Lascia Ch'io Pianga" from "Farinelli Il Castrato" on Youtube, I've developed this fantasy.
I would be singing alone on a stage in/at one of those grand opera houses of colours red and gold, the whole opera house would be packed but silent in wait of my next note. I would take my time singing, then suddenly breeze through a whole series of notes, the entire orchestra frantically trying to catch up with me.
The moment I finish, from the audience would erupt a deafening applause, fragrant bloodred rose petals falling from above all around me, and then I would take my bow.

Brava, Brava!

Teacher's Day was great, only Vanessa turned moody on me again, but that was only after the celebration.
I always look forward to hugging Mrs Khoo, she's so warm and motherly, her long, rebonded hair about her shoulders, brushing against your cheek. Her hugs just make you feel so safe. Her lovable smile always reminds me that I have no regrets having her as my form teacher.

Surprisingly, English Orals went all right. I managed to talk a lot, but I can't really remember if I stuck to the topic or not. I hope so. Either way, the examiners seemed to enjoy it enough. I described cakes, perhaps they were hungry?

Bought another one of Philippe Jaroussky's CDs, "Beata Vergine". Nope, no spelling error there, it's just in Italian. This time, it's 17th Century music, dedicated to Mother Mary. I actually wanted his other CD, "Mazarin", but HMV was out of it, or so I thought, so since I wanted "Beata Vergine" after "Mazarin", I got it anyway. This one cost me only $26!

I never knew 17th Century music could be so soothing and delightful. All the strings, harpsichord, clear vocals. I don't know what else it's made of, because honestly I don't study it down to the details, but it's beautiful music. It kinds of sucks you back into the 17th Century itself! Good for day-dreaming. My friends listen to my music and they tell me it's boring.
Different taste in music, I guess.

Tuesday, August 19th 2008

Fever has gone down, but nausea has started. Is it because I'm hungry? It's 6.27pm, and I'm waiting for dinner. Dad's still in the midst of cooking, cutting vegetables, etc etc. Gahh, I hate feeling nauseous. You can't do anything. Well, anything but blog.

I only attended half-a-day of school today- Double English and Double Math. Ms Yip got annoyed with our class again. We were doing English Oral again but nobody wanted to try. They were afraid to, they said. Oh man, it's going to be even worse in front of a team of examiners. I'm in every position to tell you guys that. Been through all that shit last year.

Math wasn't all that bad today, only I probably failed another one of those Math tests. We were supposed to mark it and do the corrections while Mrs Khoo flashed the answers and workings over the visualiser. I got some marks out of my graph. I can draw triangles! =D

Went up to Mrs Khoo after lesson to tell her I wanted to go home because I wasn't feeling well. Explained that I had a temperature this morning, and she made me take my temperature, and because my temperature had gone down from 37.7 deg C to 37.3 deg C, I'm not sure she believed me, but she said I could go home anyway. Dad came to pick me up from school, and insisted on taking me to see the doctor (my childhood doctor, oh no!). It was very awkward, because I used to live at the same condo as him, and he knew me since I was a little kid, I even remember talking to him while we were swimming. Anyway, ever since I moved out of the condo years and years ago, I haven't been going to his clinic very often, so it was very awkward to see him again.

This is the part I want to type about.

I was called into his examination room, and I sat gingerly at the chair. It was actually kind of comforting seeing his face again, because I've seen it since I was young. I have to stress that he is a very gentle doctor. He does everything slowly, gently, as if using a little more force or speed would kill somebody. Good doctor. Anyway, he was using his stethoscope to listen to my heart-beat and breathing. Since I was a child, I've been too curious not to look around his office/examination room while he used his stethoscope on me, and so, I did. I caught sight of a display on one of his shelves behind him. There was a small chart that said in bold "Determine the hardness of your erection" and several long objects: a plastic corn, a plastic banana, and something else I can't remember. They all looked very edible. It was hilarious, but I had to keep from laughing. He's a doctor, and nothing related to the human body can embarrass him anymore.

Monday, August 18th 2008

I'm ill again, took my temperature just now and concluded that I have a slight fever of 37.8 deg C, not too bad. My poor white blood cells are desperately trying to produce more antibodies to fight the germs. My throat is inflamed, and it takes me effort to focus on what I'm doing with this headache that won't go away.
Didn't go for night-study tonight, came home after school. I suffered on the way home because I was being weighed down by a very heavy bag, and I was sick and walking in the sun. Wanted to do many other things like print pictures for Art prep work and look at plain backpacks to design, but I spared myself. Poor body can't do anything but wait it out, millions of blood cells and antibodies have died.
Ms Ho is going to kill me, because I've been feeling too lousy to do any Art.

I can't believe I have my English 'O' level oral this Thursday. I hope I don't lose my voice completely, or better, I will be completely cured by then. I want to stay home instead of having to trudge through all the lessons at school and attend night-study, but it's a crucial week. Prelims start next week.

All right, am burning up worse than before. It's only 9.30pm but I shall get ready for bed now. Poor, poor body needs its rest.

Friday, August 8th 2008

Plenty of shit has happened since I last blogged, but forget all that.

Today is Mrs Khoo's birthday (Happy Birthday, Mrs Khoo!!!) and we sang for her countless times, and we put one candle on her cake because we didn't/don't know how old she is. She was so cute today, eating cookies, cherries and talking to us with cake-cream around her mouth.
While we were waiting in our school grounds for further instructions on the "Linking Hands" exercise, I saw Mrs Khoo sitting alone, so I asked Vanessa if she could do me a favor, and then dragged her over to where Mrs Khoo was seated, then asked for a photograph. She was nice enough to say "sure!" to my request, so Vanessa helped me take one of us.
I had another one of those realisations. I was reminded again of how human Mrs Khoo is, and I'm so grateful we went through the crap when I was Sec 2, then made up when I got to Sec 4. I remember how sick I felt on the first day of Sec 4 when I found out she was going to be my form teacher, but then I got to know and accept her. On the first day of Sec 5, I was so thankful she was/is my form teacher.
She's so warm.

Have recently taken an interest in "Farinelli" and music from the movie. Got interested when I saw the videos of "Ombra Fedele Anch'Io" and "Lascia Ch'io Pianga" on Youtube. Was slightly disappointed to find out that the singing voice in the movie doesn't belong to a man, but to a female soprano and a counter-tenor. They sort-of blended them. It's all right, though. There's still Philippe Jaroussky, who can sing higher than I can, and there were all the castrati.
I wish I were born in the 18th century, a male, and castrated. I'd love to be able to sing so beautifully, up to three-and-a-half octaves!
Sigh, jealousy strikes again.

Sunday, July 6th 2008

I had a fantastic 17th birthday!

Ballet class dampened my mood but Kat and Gerv made it all better. They were so sweet! They paid for the meal, the cake, the present, everything!

We spent ages queuing at Marche at Vivo last night, and by the time we got in, it was about 8.30pm. We ordered things like lamb shoulder, beef steak, half a chicken, paella rice, and one glass of ice-lemon-tea. As usual, it was horribly over-priced. The bill came up to $70. I spent the most among us, I ordered the lamb and paella. I even added a side of mashed potato! If I had known they were going to pay, I would have ordered more! (Ha, ha!) I was so tempted to order so many other things, like fried mushrooms, saucey mushrooms, pasta, pizza, more meat. Darn!!! (Thanks, guys!)

After we finished dinner, it was 10pm, so we headed out onto the rooftop, looking for a nice spot facing the sea. We settled down there, and they brought out a cake! Kat let out that Chocz always has 20% off their cakes, but I was so touched, I couldn't/wouldn't have cared.

We lit the candles, and they screamed when one of the candles tilted and dripped wax. I was laughing hysterically. We took pictures, they sang for me, and I cut the cake. It was a very,very long process.
The cake was choco-banana. I would've preferred no banana, but like I said, I was too touched to care. We chatted while looking out at the sea, and I felt like the luckiest person.
There was even a present after the cake! They gave me a necklace with a pretty-looking cross. It looks very medieval, very cool!

We ended up leaving Vivo at around 11.30pm, just in time to catch the last train home. I reached the front door of my house with a big smile on my face.

Wednesday, July 2nd 2008

I'll do a quick update while waiting for the shower.

I hope the poly courses for Direct Poly Admission include Biomedical Science. If they don't, too bad, I'll just have to stick with my original plan of studying or die trying.

I have unfinished Math homework, and I'll probably get sent for Detention tomorrow because I lost, and thus haven't done, my Accounts worksheet. I confessed to Mrs Chow today, and she seemed okay about it, but she wants me to do it one way or another, and I can see why. I just hope I don't spend hours sitting outside the General Office, struggling with Accounts and fighting back tears. I don't know why even though she jokes while sentencing me to a punishment, I get near tears.
I guess it's a self-disappointment thing.

I finally got my head-phones (Thanks, Vanessa!), and I'm happy. It cost us 50 bucks, but it's something I've been wanting for months now, especially since my old one has been falling apart more and more.

It's hard to believe how everyone around me is dying.

Don't forget about my special day, people!
Buona notte.

Thursday, June 19th 2008

Woah, it's been a tough week.

1) Finally managed to tell my sister I want to stop taking ballet. It was really tough talking about it, too. Still considering if I want to stop, because it's not as if I totally hate the activity, only the people and feeling stupid next to them. Also, if I decide to only do it for leisure, what if I waste my sister's money? It's $320 per term!

2) Yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say about this one. Holiday homework. As it has always been for all long holidays, I've barely started on the homework. Wonder why the hell they call it a holiday? Surely it must mean something.
Anyway, I've started on Accounts, Math, both Sciences and a teeny bit on Geog. I hope Mrs Chow won't kill me. I hope Mrs Khoo won't either. Doing Math is like ploughing through a trench of thick mud with a heavy log hanging by a string over my head.

3) I've been swimming a lot lately. Just went swimming about 4 hours ago, and boy, was it refreshing! The humid weather in my country can easily be compared to diving into lava. One gets all sticky before stepping out of his own house! It's surprising why people aren't fleeing to somewhere cooler.

4) Tomorrow is another long day. In the morning, I have to be at school at 9am for Math tuition.
I try to pay attention (honestly!!!) but somehow I find myself stoning at the whiteboard and dreaming of food and nice houses by the sea while Uncle Raymond goes on about some Math question. I feel quite worried because quite often, I can't understand what he's saying. It's like he's speaking another language, foreign to me. Luckily for me, most of the other kids seem lost as well. He's a genius, but he says strange things.

After Math tuition at noon, I'll be going over to Chewy's place to bake things and pose with the oven. I'll smell of cookies afterwards! At 6pm, I will have to meet Kathleen and Gervin at City Hall MRT station for dinner.
Pretty excited to see them after such a long while. It's great to see them still communicating like they used to even though now, they're in different schools.
I hope they haven't changed at all.

Friday, June 13th 2008

This is getting more ridiculous every day.

Only just now, I went on yahoo.com and saw, under "latest news", an article about a man getting jailed for 14 years' of jail and caning for a fetish. I'll copy and paste the article here.

A Singaporean man with a fetish for smelling womens' armpits has been sentenced to 14 years in jail and 18 strokes of the cane, legal officials said Friday.
A court employee confirmed the sentence, issued Thursday, against Mohammed Ismail Ariffin, 36.

Ariffin had a fixation for touching or smelling women, particularly their armpits, and was convicted of molesting 23 women, his lawyer Noor Mohamed Marican told AFP.

"He's got this problem. Poor chap," Noor said in a brief interview.

After reading an expert report that said Ariffin was likely to re-offend, Judge James Leong issued a preventive detention order, which means Ariffin will not be eligible for parole, The Straits Times said.
Ariffin, who is mildly retarded, would often attack his victims inside lifts, the report said.
It said Noor argued against a long sentence and in favour of rehabilitation and medical treatment.
But Leong said he found "precious little" in Ariffin's favour, The Straits Times reported.

I can't tell you how disgusted I am, not with the guy and his fetish, but with the people who arrested him and put him in jail with caning. It's amazing how cruel people can be. Also, the word retarded is politically-incorrect, and I wonder who the hell approved the publication of such an "expression".

Sometimes I wonder how I live on, day by day, in this horribly selfish, insensitive, self-centered, ugly society that ostracises anyone they deem "wrong". They don't give these different people any respect.

This is one reason why I wish I were blind, because then I wouldn't have to see all the ugly things that happen in this world.

Tuesday, June 10th 2008

I can't believe I'm doing Math, and what the hell is square-root of 80?!
By the way, that was a rhetorical question.

So anyway, I'm starting this Math tuition thingy. The school's parent-support group found this guy and begged him to give us Math tuition. The first impression he gave us was that he's a genius, but I won't bother typing about it. It isn't as impressive, you'll just have to meet him yourself.

I've always wondered how anyone enjoys Math. I don't see any beauty in it, just staring at repetitive numbers and solving number sums with the four signs: + - x %. I mean, at least language has a wider enjoyment spectrum. Sure, you only use all 26 letters of the alphabet, but you have things like stories. Literature! History carved into church walls! These spark off imagination. When I look at numbers, they just look like numbers, with no meaning, no objective, whatsoever.

That tuition guy told us we have to love Math in order to do it. Let me try.

"Oh, I love Math, isn't it wonderful?! The numbers are so meaningful to me, so beautiful! The flat surface on the number 5, the smooth curve of the number 6, the sharp but stylish edges of the number 4! Oh, it's practically ART!
My goodness! They have such history! They tell such interesting stories, like how many animals were killed in the year 1 000 000 B.C.! Oh, how much more terrific can these nine numbers get? So exciting!"

No, that doesn't work, man. I'll go have a word with whats-his-name who created Math after I die.

Monday, June 2nd 2008

Woah, it's like I've suddenly been sucked into the wonderful world of Opera!

Well, I don't like female opera-singing, it seems all too familiar. Been listening to Philippe Jaroussky, a counter-tenor. Bought his CD (cost me $26!) "Carestini: The story of a castrato", and I've been listening to it for a few days. It's beautiful, really. It brings me back to those grand churches and concert halls I visited in Italy.
Sigh.

Yes! I've asked Chew if she would take up a job with me after our 'O's, and she has agreed! I'll have to earn at least $100 a week in order to pay for my voice lessons.

Went swimming again today at Chew's place. T'was nice.