well..juz wanna blog abt today..had to leave sch early as we had Act3. Well basically we reached da Act3 Theatre late and partially it was becoz of me..nvm..dun wanna talk much on it. Once we reached we Wahidah and i changed while da rest of dem surrounded us to protect our honour. LOL After dat while we practice our dance, Miss Nina said we need to take pics and yeah we did took quite a number once da pics are out i will post it.

After dat we were given a new script oh my..too much changes but its ok..shall try to manage..
Dere were other schools like Anglo Chinese, Geylang Methodist, Raffles Girls. We all introduce ourselves and den we went for our dance class. We met our dance choreographer Mr Zul.
Da dance moves were really interesting and yeah its beautiful. But tiring also. We manage to finish our dance move both beginning and ending..All we need is more polishing to be more professional and yeah to buck up in our script.

Mr Zul, not only taught us but also motivate us..dat was good. And dis is my 1st time working under theatre. I do wanna show ppl dat i also have talents.

Basically i noe everyone has talents but i haf yet to realise wads mine..hmm..does anyone know wads my talent or wad am i talented at..

Sometimes i feel i wanna achieve something in life but den i juz dun noe how or wad to do..sighz..
Looks like my chest pain is back in action and da pain is getting worse..but who cares..life is to enjoy den worry..

I dun noe why suddenly i am a feeling dat i am lonely again in class..hmm..why dis sudden damn feeling..i feel lost..oh my..holy cow. Maybe everyone is busy wif deir own work or wad so ever..sighz..

“Language... has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.”

Who knows what true loneliness is not the conventional word, but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion. Now and then a fatal conjunction of events may lift the veil for an instant. For an instant only. No human being could bear a steady view of moral solitude without going mad.