the school of the future

Trust me when I say I am do not only like the school of the future because I want to become a student there. No. I actually believe that that is our future. If were a heading towards a future that is very high-tech and very advance then shouldn’t technology already be intergrating with learning? Shouldn’t all this be already in our classrooms? In my short 15.8 years,I have heard many telling the world ‘The children are our future’. So shouldn’t our future understand and begin to experience what the future is going to be like?

Sometimes I get the vibe from people that in the FUTURE, they are just going to wait for other people to invent stuff and discovery that cure for incurable AIDS. I really do get that vibe.

I just told my mother about this and she keeps going HMMHMM!

Sigh…

Excuses.

To be perfectly honest I hate people who make excues for themself.

Today during The BIGGEST LOSER, this pair made excuses to notfinish the challange when they lost. But the thing is even the two other pairs did not win but they still finished their challange. Finish what you started. No matter ho hard, difficult or time consuming it is.

Also, I was helping out some friends with their school play today. Many made excuses that they were nervous and couldnt do as instructed. I pulled them apart and worked one on one. The shy one that had a chunk of lines could do it more easily than he previously did and the other could beat box ( which is so cool) and he did not want to do it cause it was ‘embarrasing’. He ended up doing as suggested after he beat boxed for 36 seconds straight. He kept saying he could not. But he did! sigh….

excuses. a trick of the mind to tell you that you cant.

Words

People use a lot of words. To me, words are just what they are. Words. Words without actions are just words. People tell each other they love you or that they care. Sorry is another popular one.

They are all words. Words mean nothing to me. It’s the actions. I love actions people show others. I find them more real. I really do. I don’t know how to explain it. People use words all the time. People say stuff they dont mean or cause friendships to die because of the words they say. I believe in actions. Cause actions speak louder than words.

I try and watch the words I use. I never want to make people assume stuff I dont mean.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

I understand that it might be alittle too late for this movie preview since the curious case of benjamin button came out a year ago however, I was unable to watch it as it was rated and I was underage. This year the movie came out on CD and DVD and my dad bought it. For me, the movie has ended and I watched all 80 years of Ben’s life.

This has been a very anticipated movie for me. I have been jumping up and down and I was so close to being so desperate to watch this movie, I would have killed. NAH! kidding.

But I seriously wanted to watch the movie.

And I am very happy that I did.

I swear, I was crying for the last hour of the film. And the movie was 2 hours long. I cried for half a movie. And I will admit it. It just made you appreciate the possibilities. It opened more eyes. Yes, this movie opened more eyes than 100 movies put together. It opened an eye for a possible story of several lives of men. It opened up an eye to what true love and sacrifice meant. It opened an eye to show many of us how much a father loves his daughter and how he would go through to provide for her. Ben did so many things I would have liked to do like travel the world, sail and meet interesting and new people. The other characters, like Ben’s crew mate who gave Ben all his pay to give to his wife, also showed and taught great lessons. Like the sailor who continuously thought about his family. Like the sailor who left to save his life. Like the twins, how they fight on land and be at peace on sea and then one died. It opened up a world of history too, a part of history I never thought I would have the chance to see.

I believe the most important lesson taught was from Mr. Cake the clock man. The blind man who built a clock that ran backward. If time ran back ward, his son would be home. If time ran back ward, no one would be at war.

For me, if time ran backward, I would have never make the mistakes. I would have never had made my choices. I never would have learnt the lessons people taught me and I would not have understand myself better.

It doesn’t matter what the past was. Or even if the clock runs backwards. Or if you age backwards. Time runs forward. I suggest we run along with it.

Where do I go?

I would love to thank Fran to introducing me to this song. However, your interpretation of it might be very different from mine. Lets look at the lyrics.

Twenty thousand miles from the place I call home

And twenty some odd years since the day I was born

And I’m searching, I’m still searching for answers
( Always have been searching for answers, since the day I was born. I never knew what was truely the right think to do. Like one of those situations where you killed a guy out of self defence)

People have often told me to chose a different road

That this one can get ugly, twisting turns that just grow old

But I’m walking, I don’t care if I’m walking alone
(I have considered myself adventurous and brave. But sadly, the few I can’t stand up to are the ones who care about me. I can’t stand up for who I am).

And I’m, screaming into the dark

Searching for an answer, where do I go from here?
( Screaming into the dark: hopeless. No one will find me. No one will truely help me. There is not much hope for me left. Try searching for something in a dark room. Hopeless right?)

I, I don’t know where I’m headed

Or if this is just a big mistake
( I have had my share of mistakes but every action I seem to take is a mistake. Everything I do is a mistake. I have no direction right now. I am lost. I made my mistake…I just don’t know what it is)
Something’s telling me that falling down

Is a chance that I’ll just have to take
( failing? hurting the majority? Is it really an option for me? Am I capable of doing so?)

I get on the bus and put down my bags

And take a final glance at the only home I’ve known

At the only home I’ve ever known
( When there was a situation I felt at home, now I am walking away from it. I felt wanted and cared for and understood. Very understood. Am I letting that all go for a reason? Yes. Am I letting it go for a good enough reason?…. I am unsure of that answer.)

And I’m screaming into the dark

Searching for an answer, where do I go from here?
(Was I pressured? Did the darkness pressure me? Did I get too scared? Was screaming into the dark and yelling at it and fighting it back getting hopless for me? Was it getting tiring for me?)

All of my life, I’ve been so comfortable

But I always knew, that there’d come a day

When I’d have to get out, get out
( 3 people as of now have told me that I am easily pressured. Is this the incident I break out and stand up for myself? Live for my happiness and not the happiness of everyone else?)

I’m sreaming into the dark, searching for an answer

Where do I go from here?
( Is there really hope? should I give up? Should I carry on?)

And I’m standing still but I can’t catch my breath

Already running as fast as I can but going nowhere

Where do I go from here?
(Is this failing me? Is this me falling? Is this me trying to fight back? Do I have the energy to fight back? Can I fight back? Do I want my happiness?)

That was a bit of soul searching too. But that is what the song meant to me.

friends…

I figured I must be going something terribly wrong because I seem to be losing my friends.  One decision made and told made everyone around me seem different. My friends don’t like my decision and I don’t want to fight them. We are friends. We don’t fight. We support and care of each other. So what am I doing so wrong that I hurt everyone around me?

Strangely enough I feel likt Troy Bolton. I feel like my friends are tearing me down and not backing me up. I’ll quote my cousin when I asked her to stop. She said it’s my life. Yes, it is. I know every one is looking out for me but that is what they tell me. I can’t help but wonder you know….

Well, whatever doesnt kill me makes me stronger.

Friends? Really?

So I have this friend. Recently he has been insulting and blackmailing his ‘closest friends’. And I, personally have gotten really annoyed with his behaviour. He has been handing out sorrys like they are nothing to him and I see him as very insincere.

This post is on my views only and no one Else’s. I finally gave up with putting up with everything that he gave me and I just can’t take it any more.

He can’t see it. He can’t see it all that he does. I have given up talking to him. I am going to get insulted and blackmailed again. There is no point reasoning with him. Tried and failed and tried and failed. A person can only do so much. I learnt that when I was talking to my school counsellor. She has been great to me and I have learnt a lot from her.

To this friend, only you can make the effort to listen to us. Or well me.

Friends are sincere. How can you be my friend if you aren’t sincere?

I was just thinking….

My Darling DRAMA MAMA juniors

Dear Diary,
I don’t believe it. After watching them work hard, shed the tears and sweat, they days of staying back extra late, the sleepless nights to finish home work and study for tests, my darling drama juniors received a sliver for their Singapore Youth Festival Competition(SYF)  in the Central Judging. With a standing ovation, the biggest round of applause ( according to the secondary ones) and the sliver award, my darling DRAMA MAMA juniors are ashamed. The moment my Katrina told me, I ran down faster than ever to find disappointed looks and broken hearts.As we made our way to the AVT where Ms Teo, Ms Tan, Mrs Koh, Mr Flanigin and Madam Nora, students peered at us as they made their way down to the hall. We were drama girls. We made ourselves known. Now, it was known that our SYF results were not to expectations. In the AVT, I was the only non-SYF member and I shared when Mrs Koh asked me to, my feels. I told everyone there how I cried when I didn’t get in, how much I was worried about them during their SYF practises. How much, if I was on stage, getting a standing ovation, no matter what part I played, I would be the happiest girl on earth. I cried with them. I was proud of them. They may have broken our chain of gold (on paper) but they didn’t break the chain of our success and entertainment and also the chain of pride I have for them in my heart. I believe the teachers and staff of SACSS would agree with me.

I wrote the above text during lessons because it was bugging me so much. 9:40 am. It was bugging me like crazy. I just had to get it off my chest. After school, I joined in a meeting between the SYF cast and the leaders. I was invited into listen and for support. Some were still upset but I believe we ended up getting everyone believe that we were proud of them. They did amazing. You know what? I won’t even try to describe how well they did! They entertained. They had fun. To me I don’t care about the silver. That standing ovation was the prize they should be crying about. They should be crying tears of joy.

Let me this way. 4 people said they were a silver while they might have been 200 people in the audience. 200 people gave them a standing ovation. Now, 200 people thought they were fantastic while 4 disagree.

You know what? Look at the numbers. I think they add up nicely.

What makes a woman?

Hey everyone!

So, I’m on facebook and youtube if anyone is wondering. And I have been getting random comments. Especially on youtube. I decided to let them roll on in. Why?…..another story all together.Here is basically a list what what makes a woman.

What makes a woman:

sexy? Confidence

confident? Compliments

beautiful? The way she carries herself.

professional? Maturity

mature? Her way of thinking

rude? arrogance

arrogant? She’s most likely used to getting things her own way or seriously doesn’t like change.

mean? She just has issues, you do too.

like a man? His sense of humour. Also that he smells like her dad!

passionate? She was born with passion.

There are so many was to explain us women. Since this year is dedicated to women I will try to have many post about how great we are on here. HAHA.

Til next time.

earth 2030