Talking about Toes

Me: I have strange toes
*hides toes self-consciously*

Mum: they're not that bad!
And YOU don't exactly have beautiful toes either
*all defensive*

Me: WHAT??!! I was talking about MY Toes!

Mum: oh er no, you don't have strange toes...
*looking sheepish*

Me: you just said that!!!!!........?

well! GOODBYE!
*slams door in a huff*


This is the kind of thing that happens around here....

feeling so low about solos.

Today, in choir, i sang. well, yeah......its a choir, that's what you do. Except, today, I sang. Alone.
You see, in my school choir, we have this system where everyone has to sing a solo song at some point in the year, and you have to do it every year. But my level, for some reason, didn't do solos last year, so this year would be our first time ever.

It was really difficult choosing a song, and for a while, i toying with the idea of singing Le Festin (the feast) from Ratatouille - one of the best movies of all time - and then Demi Lovato...Anastatia songs...but nah, wasn't too sure about that. Then, someone suggested When She Loved Me by Sarah McLachlan from Toy Story II, and I listened to it and instantly knew i had to sing it.

So, there are 3 soloists every practice, and they only go on at the end of the practice, when everyone's as irritable and provoked as old women who have lost their dentures down the drain, or barbarian head hunters that haven't eaten in days........

The thing is, before you do the solo, everyone just judges you on the fact that 'you got into choir' and therefore are of some sort of standard. But after you have done the solo, they know what your individual voice sounds like, and can judge you on that, and then start comparing you to other people etc., and saying things like 'how did she get into choir?'

So, I was extremely nervous the whole practice and was dreading the end of the practice as it swiftly drew nearer and near. I was half convinced that I would be 'saved by the bell', which seems to happen to me quite a bit actually. Please let me faint, I thought, please let me faint! Naturally, I didn't.

When, I went up i was literally trembling, and i wasn't even seeing all the people sitting there. I was just thinking, just get it over and done with. What have I got to lose? (A lot, actually) and so, i sang.

All i focused on was the lyric sheet in front of me, and my shaking hands. not for one second did i look out at the people, or at the teachers, or at the floor. my eyes were just glued to the paper.
And somehow, I lived!

I went back to my seat shaking like a leaf while they cheered on the next person, and all i felt was the frenzy of my heart inside my ribcage, and it took me a whole 5 minutes to get back to normal.

I actually thought i didn't do well at all, especially since half the time my voice was either wobbly, inaudible, or sounding like a dying old man.....but i felt so good to have finished it.

Now to face the terrible gossip and snark remarks.....
hip. hip. hooray.
How I love solos.

Monster

I was walking on the way to school, and I happened to walk up behind a mother and her two tiny little primary school kids (who go to the same school as me).
When the mother sensed me walking behind them, she reached out to sort of shield her children, while bringing them to one side protectively, and said to them in a rather cautionary tone: "Careful."

since she had cleared the path, I naturally walked ahead of them, so that they would no longer feel threatened my frightening presence, and would be safely away from me, the unclean/dangerous/scary monstrous being.

I'm not that bad......am I?

O is for O levels

O levels. Everyone goes through it. (or used to, before that dreaded IP came along)

Scarily enough, I'm taking Chinese O levels next year.....when I still feel like that P6 graduate.

Anyway, my brother, recently got his results back. I had no idea what to expect. I was preparing myself for both extremes.
So when miriam told me at the bus stop....
not really how i wanted to hear it...... but anyway, i was relieved but what i mainly felt was this peacefulness and stillness inside......


I've been taking lessons from Master ShiFu.

Anyway, I'm really happy and proud for him :)
But now I have to live up to his standard.
I now believe that you can do anything.
Including graduating from Junior College and making me some pizza.

So.....
YOU ROCK, JAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Atrocity

The time of year is here again.....to sing CNY songs! Yay. Well, in choir we are doing some pretty popular Chinese New Year songs to sing for the elderly, for example, 恭喜恭喜, 贺新年 etc. Anyway, we started doing 大地回春, and so many people found it extremely difficult and unfamiliar that we ended up having to take it out! WHY? i really like that song, and thought it was rather suitable to sing, with its cheeriness and all. I remember it distinctly because we would always sing it in Henry Park during CNY, unless you were P3-ish to P6, when you were usually "too cool" to sing. The point is, we were all taught the songs, and i recall, using the powerpoint slides with the fireworks background, and CNY celebrations were always festive and spirited.
Then we did a Singapore-themed song - Singapore Town. And some people had no idea what song it was!!! GASP! They had no inkling of the actions, too! Which would NOT be the case if they were Henry Parkers, because once again, in HPPS, the teachers bothered to teach us the actions and get us involved.
That's how we know our heritage and culture and be proud of our country.

Sighhh.....
how atrocious is that? do these people even know a thing about where they come from? have they no childhoods? what is this world coming to?
Tsk.

I miss you, Henry Park!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Curious George

In school, we have having yet another BORING chinese lesson, and my eyelids were really struggling to stay open, when suddenly there was an uproar on the other side of the classroom. Sitting on the floor, was a monkey that had climbed onto the balcony and into the classroom, someone screamed, and then, in hopes to get it to leave, the teacher told us to leave the room, which would just encourage it to go in and rummage around for food. Which it did. While we watched from the doors.
It made its way row to row, table to table, across the room, and it SAT ON MY TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And on my chinese newspaper!!!! I felt so honoured to have my newspaper CHOSEN by the monkey to sit on. I'm never throwing it away.
Then it started looking in people's bags, and it was just fascinating the way it was so human-like, its expression, the way it used its hands.....
It seemed that it had found something that it wanted, and took it with it, out the way it had come in.
By that time, the lesson was already over, so we had the monkey to thank, for disrupting it and saving us from further torture.

Later, my desk partner said, 'Eww.....what if it had rabies or something.'
Sigh. Some people.

Not to be taken lightly

Recently in school, we had the height and weight measuring thing that they always do at the start of the year, where everyone tries to stretch and magically grow taller within a matter of a few minutes.

Anyway, over the holidays I had inexplicably lost 3kg and am now 4kg lighter at the beginning of this year than the beginning of last year. It's rather worrying....since I should be growing, not shrinking. My calculated BMI is 16.4......which is an all time low, and i haven't grown very much either (in terms of height), which means the problem lies with my weight.

So I searched up on the internet, what possible reasons could there be for my predicament, and I came across an article on diabetes. Some of the symptoms included.....excessive thirst (i have been feeling quite parched recently), losing weight without trying, weakness and fatigue (although probably just because I don't get enough sleep)......

so i asked Miriam about my problem, and Lo and Behold, she too suggested diabetes as a rationale.

GASP!











Of course, it could be due to decreasing bone density.............Hmmm.......

Elsha and Cheddar

Today happens to be the 3oth of January, the day when I posted my first post, 3 years ago. What better day to start all over? Or should I say, continue, this story of mine.

So, as you know, the name of this blog is Elsha and Cheddar, after my two pet rats. Firstly, let me just say that rats are awesome, especially these two. Sweet, loving, adorable, loyal, affectionate, understanding, good-natured, everything you'd ever want in an animal companion.

They have both passed on, due to the same illness that we unfortunately could not identify. I miss them like crazy but it's ok, because i know in Heaven, they're happier than they've ever been. i just hope they knew how much they meant to me, and how much they always will.

I'd like to show the world just how beautiful Cheddar Honeysuckle 小

蜜 and Elsha Mozzarella 小敏 are....

Excuse me...let me just step over you......







They taught me so much, about giving, living and loving, and all the little ratty ways of life, and knowing the real important things in life.

And because they were there, with me, and for me, I couldn't have asked for better ratties to brighten and fill my life than
Elsha and Cheddar.

The rats' visit to the vet

Hi guys.....the reason that I have not blogged for so long is because of exams. So, exams are over and so I'm writing something..................BTW, I'm cooped up at home cuz I've got EVIL TONSILLITIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~*~

OK, anyway, the ratties went to the vet 2 weeks ago on Tuesday because Cheddar had a big sore on her foot that was bleeding in the morning. Elsha came along because I didn't want to leave her at home by herself........and for company for Cheddar. my mum went to Bukit Timah Plaza and bought a small blue carrier cage (because we obviously couldn't bring their usual cage.)
So then we went to a nearby vet in Sunset Way called The Animal Clinic. (What a creative name!!! Ha ha.) It smelled like disinfectant and all that intimidating stuff. Then the people at the counter tried to take Cheddar's weight while she struggled...........but the weighing scale didn't even work!!!!
So anyway, soon it was our turn to see the vet. She was a girl, or should I say woman. She had take Cheddar's weight but she wouldn't want to come out. We tried to coax her with some food but she wouldn't budge.(Elsha took the food instead :) ) So we had to take the lid of the cage and open up the tissue box from the side and make her come out. So the vet took her weight while she wriggled. I felt so bad and wished I could explain to her what was happening so that she wouldn't be so scared.
Then, the vet examined Cheddar's foot and said that she would give us this cleaning solution to clean the sore before powdering her foot with some antibiotic powder-thingy. And, she also gave some antibiotics to be taken orally. She said that if Cheddar's condition had not improved within 2 weeks, we would have to bring her back and possibly have to do surgery to remove the sore.
She said that small animals do not take well to anesthetic and there was a high risk of them dying. I gulped. And hoped and prayed that IF Cheddar had to have surgery, that would NOT happen. Also, she said that rabbits were rodents. They are not! They belong to the species lagomorphs..........and are actually more closely related to horses than to mice! I was thinking, "get your facts right!"
So my mother paid for the bills and we went home.................
(later on we found quite a number of poos in the tissue box. they do that when they are scared.)
I praised the ratties for being brave, especially Cheddar, and that was the end of their first visit to the vet.

But then...........................
We "powdered" Cheddar and gave her the antibiotics with a sugar solution but she wouldn't eat it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh no!!!!!!! So, my mum had to specially prepare watercress soup which is actually really really delicious, and put the antibiotics into the soup for Cheddar. Of course, Elsha had a separate bowl(without medicine). And the good thing was: she ate it! and then we tried it with milk.........and yes she ate/drank it too! Although she didn't quite finish it. But after that day, she wouldn't have anymore. :( But we still continued to powder her foot and yes, it DID get better, thankfully. BUT it was still not completely healed. (Far from it, actually.)
We are still powdering (of course we have to clean it with the cleaning solution first) but we have given up on the antibiotics................
THE END

EXAMS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER!!!!!!

EXAMS ARE OVER OVER OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
we're finally free!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*If I were a fruit....................

This is kind of a weird topic..............but if I had to choose I'd be a watermelon. Mainly because watermelon's my favourite fruit but also because they're so juicy and delicious...............Go watermelons!
OR......................I would be a fruit that has some sort of defence, if you know what I mean...................maybe a durian or something? Because I would not want anyone to eat me and so I would have to have spikes or some other defence to protect myself. I would love to be a fruit and hang from the treetops and watch what goes on beneath me and chat with my other fruit friends................................extremely silly, I know.......but what can you expect?

Rat's birthday

Elsha and Cheddar's birthdays are tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(22nd August.) I guess they wouldn't really appreciate somthing like humans would for a present so I'm just going to give them delicious treats.............they LOVE food. By the way, they will turn ONE tomorrow..............

*A quote

"Good manners will open doors that the best education cannot."
Clarence Thomas

What does this quote mean to me?
Well, I'm not exactly a quote-y kind of person........but, oh well.

I guess it means that no matter how smart you are, if you are rude to people, they won't listen to you or be nice to you.

So if you're all smarty-pants, but you're completely stuck up and rude and proud, people won't like you.

Being polite can warm peoples hearts, and can make people your friends. So.......erm.......you know. Have good manners.:)

Swaveboard

I'm so happy today because I just got a swaveboard that I have been craving for months and months..................!!!!!!!!!!!! It's black with white hibiscuses on it and it's called Black Hibiscus. Once you know how to move on it it's really easy. You need to be able to balance well. My friends, Miriam and Christy, have swaveboards too. It's so fun!!!!!!!!!!:)and I love the feeling of going down slope at top speed................

Hello

I felt like posting something but I have no idea what to write about so I'll just tell you that Elsha and Cheddar's birthdays are coming up............:)