[nicole]

this morning, it rained hard during choir practice.

water seeped into the Bach music room through the ceiling.

and Nicole sang the Titanic tune.



lol

[the 5 people you meet in choir =]

[horrors]

i've just searched through the education systems and schools in the US.
and then searched the schools in Fremont city, California.

well, some horrors found:
1. fights are common, students beat up principal, or one another
2. no choir in schools
3. ... no christian fellowship group
4. no rabbit hoping around innocently in schools
5. no duck in ponds


i think i'll do senior high school, aka grade 11 and 12, equivalent to jc1 and 2 here.

I found quite an ok school called American High School, quite a simple name huh.
A high school in America, called American High School, oh, so surprising.


This school is quite funny, the lockers area is called "Hell Hall".
its motto: Diversity and Dedication Enhance Learning and Education
sounds worse than the "The best is yet to be" thing.

imagine a speech like this:
... despite all hardships, we managed to get a gold for our efforts. Truly, the best is yet to be. Thank you =] *audience: clap clap clap

with the motto in red:
... despite all hardships, we managed to get a gold for our efforts. Truly, Diversity and Dedication Enhance Learning and Education. Thank you =] *audience: huh?

its colours are: red, white and blue. Well, seems like i'm stuck with red and blue =]
I like Red anyway, Blue a bit.

interestingly, Len Wiseman, director of Underworld (2003) and Underworld: Revolution (2006), also husband of Kate Beckinsale, is from this school.

[gao ya, rachel and sylvia]

oh my goodness! i found something super funny on rachel's blog.

they did this thing:


it reads: I, GAO YA, pledge that I will accept the facebook request if I get an A for Economics. In the case when I do not, Rachel and Sylvia will delete the blog and facebook and never mention Kenneth or Aaron in the presence and absence of GAO YA.

signed: Gao Ya, Rachel, Sylvia
witness: Stephanie

[dears]

with love,
Don

[goodbye]

met charlotte and helsa for dinner. i was 1h 15 mins late.
swallowed a quick meal.
then went for Arabian Nights.
as the show still have one more night to come, i should not reveal my thoughts about it, except for one word: AWESOME.

this is the last time i met two of my classmates, three if I count Nick, who was acting on stage and had no idea of my presence.

i did not know what to say to them, except for: "All the best for next year =]"
sigh.





love,
Don

[quite excited]

i'm coming back to Singapore in a few days. I'm getting excited.

Cos this time, it will be different.

=]


with lots of love,
Don

[how awesome!!!!]

i think having a nose is seriously fantastic.

i have eyes too, that's like how awesome.

hmm.

I remembered typing such things into an email sent to all the tenors.
they must have thought "uh! ok! whatever!!!!"


HOWEVER, i still think having a nose, two eyes is a really REALLY interesting thing.

I haven't even come to having eyebrows.
WOW. Fantastic stuff.

anyway, I am feeling sleepy now. I think I should watch a movie, go bungee jumping, cook my hair, and then brush my teeth and go to sleep.




That's all.


with love,
Don


P.S. Last week, I went to the zoo with mom.

[a dream last night]

i had a very cool dream last night.

Mom and me were in some kind of resort. It had a zoo, with A LOT of lions inside. Then they broke free.

I ran, swam, wallowed in mud, climbed trees, jumped through branches to run away from the lions. With mom.

I was damn cool. And efficient.

No lions caught me. And the experience seemed real.




and i felt SOOOOO disappointed when I woke up. Cos I just managed to pull mom into a car in my dream. Maybe I would have felt what's it like to be driving if I had not woken up.


T.T




weird.

[poem]

I feel like writing a poem.

in English.

Don't laugh at my first attempt XD

Green-eyed monster 

by Don (inspired by Corrinne May)

Bitterness crawl into my mind

Reaches down

With its toxic tentacles

I'm strangled.

Unfair!

Unfair?

He has all that I long for

A rose longing for its neighbor's red

Care and love - his companions

Love and care - my desires?

He has got everything I wanted

Not even close - I am stuck

Stuck in jealousy

Bitterness

Purity contaminated

With the darkness in my mind

Am I happy? Glad?

To scrutinize his life?

What's the use of being haunted?

Why?

My dear friend,

Though we don't really know each other

I should be hoping for the best

For you,

For me,

For everyone

Green-eyed monster I have turned into,

Green-eyed monster I want to reject

I'm one of a kind

Closing my eyes

Listen

To who I'm meant to be

Stop feeding the monster I will

Wishing for you - I will

To you...

For all the thoughts against you

Dear friend, I'm sorry

The rose

Complimenting his neighbor's red,

Not trying to outshine

A beautiful garden!

A glorious life.

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There goes my first poem.

Not really my first poem XD

When I first came to Singapore in 2004, I wrote a poem for my English Class.

About a cat XD

And I got the highest grade for the poem. Ha ha

The english bridging course was a good time for me.

This year, I've stopped listening to the radio, so I talk badly.

SO, I screwed up my OP presentation. My group mates did fantastic though =]

There was this girl who was sitting RIGHT in front of the examiner.

She kept making faces, as if my speech was SO bad she wanted to vomit.

And I was deeply affected by that, and I freaked out badly because of that.

Now about that girl.

Not just only me, she made small talks when others were presenting.

Commenting. Bitching.

Oh goodness, come on.

Doesn't my name tag with the big fat words "NGUYEN MAI QUI DON" tell her that I'm a foreigner? Couldn't she at least keep a straight face!

Like others did.

Gosh. why is there such a person in this world!!!!!!!

SC4 girls: nice

choir girls: nice

vietnamese friends: nice

all other girls i know: nice

except for that one.

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au revoir. I may not be around until 12/11.

See you all!

With love,

Don