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.