Right, mixpod up. Nice colour. Didn't want any of those girly sissy designs so this was left, and I think it's quite fine by me.
Rant: The school deleted the student account and banned all the music sites. As in, they let us access the sites but something's wrong with it, the music can't be heard, and it's frustrating.
Sigh. They should really let us do what we want.
New skin up! Oh yeah man. Tried to get a mixpod up but it didn't quite work. Wanted the songs: Fantasie Impromptu by Chopin, Asterisk and Sayonara by Orange Range. Didn't work. Anyone want to help? Kindly offer...Maybe I should go ask my classmate Jason.
Did anyone notice that the last post was different from the one that was to be seen at 1938 hrs last night?

That's 'cause my father told me to edit it.

And that if I used profanities while talking about people, he'd delete the blog.

Pathetic right...But I can think of ways to counter that. Just give me a bit of time.

Every teenager in Singapore here has a rebellious streak, right?

Just whether it's dominant or not.

I think the teenager's phase is much more 'angsty' and difficult than the adult's or the child's. Because they are trying to face up to the world that the adults inhabit, seeing tat it is so different from the child's, and that the life and things that they have been thinking for the twelve years have been wrong, and life is not some fairytale that starts out with the child being conceived a long long time ago in the mother's womb, and the story ends with everybody living happily ever after.

Actually, I think a lot of people(mostly adults) are hypocrites. They indulge the child in such beautiful fantasies, and then when they come of age at 13 they simply expose them to the harsh outside world, without many friends, with many people out to get you. Then the reality of the world sets in/kicks in. And we have to adjust slowly. If your road of adjustment is rocky and you don't mix well with people your age, instead going better with people older, then you get packed off to professionals, like counsellors. Once you're there, the teachers blacklist you. You start thinking you're abnormal. Especially if the teacher has told you you are indeed abnormal.

I hate counsellors.

I don't see what they're for, anyway.
I screwed up the words I wrote today for calligraphy, unfortunately.

So! It was the first time that I went for the Calligraphy Competition held at my Calligraphy Centre. And then what happened was that I had two pieces of paper. I screwed up the first 'he' I wrote on the first piece of paper. Then I screwed the 'fu' on the second piece, and the second piece tore at the word 'jia'. So there you have it: hand in the one with one mistake, or the one with one mistake and a tear? I chose the former.

The winners were mainly from Nanyang, Hwa Chong, Dunman and other schools didn't really have many people, 'cept for a few NJ and VJ. Then for MG? No winners. I don't really care about it, except that the train of thought that MG has a lot of people who hate Chinese stands and in fact is made strengthened. I mean, we couldn't even start a Calligraphy CCA...

So I still have next year, and the teacher has asked us to do more competitions, including one that requires 28 words in May. Which is in three months time, and I know you can never have enough time for calligraphy. You can spend all day writing and copying off the book, then you look at what people say was the best one you wrote, then frown, and think: I could have done better.

I know that firsthand.

Anyway I think even if I had gotten a prize, I wouldn't have been happy, because I wasn't satisfied with my work. It was absolutely terrible, in my opinion. And I showed the second scroll I kept to my father, and he said it was quite good. I honestly thought he was just trying to placate me. 'Cause I really didn't write very well. No, really. And I'm not being modest here.

I met this old ballet classmate of mine at the competition. Her name is Rocio. And she writes quite well. She's one year younger, one and a half heads taller and she writes well, 'cept that I think she lacks feeling. I get the feeling that she is not passionate about calligraphy, not at all. And she didn't show any emotion when I told her she'd won a prize. She just mumbled an 'Oh.' That was all, a fantastic show of emotion! Beautiful! If I'd won a prize, I'd be jumping in jubilation, never mind who's watching or whether I got the last prize of the day. She'd learnt since she was Primary One, but I think her mother forced her. And I only started last March.

I get the feeling that if I had learnt from P1 like her, with the same amount of passion for this as I have now, I would have surpassed her a long time ago. And surpassed plenty of people. If only I'd been in Nanyang Primary. Then a love would've been fostered...But never mind.

Thus ends this post.
More music: Telemann Fantasia 6 in E.
Tried to upload music with the mixpod that Kara recommended. But it didn't work. It simply said, not installable in the blog layout. Ah well.
I have just heard this song, and I have gone mad over it. I think I will be fantasizing over it in Life Science later. Because of this song, my typing is royally screwed. Here's the title: Seikimatusu no Uta Violin Solo. Here's the link: http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Seikimatsu_no_uta_Violin_Solo/5208928 GO LISTEN. Soothing and full of emotion and played with passion. To me, that's my interpretation. Oh, try Tchaikovsky, http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Tchaikovsky_Meditation_/5208898 here. And Telemann, http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Fantasia_3_in_f/5208909. There. And ending off with some Rachmainov: http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/FOUR_PIECES_OP_51_PRELUDE_LUGUBRE_/5208826. Enjoy.