annyeonghasayo :D

these days are quite disheartening for me as 83 more days to PSLE , and my math still not that good , so as english , so as science , and even my chinese dropped ! what's went wrong exactly ? my laziness ? my carelessness ? and today , all my family members , except me , went to watch amazing spiderman .  they will only reach home at 10 + . they can't teach me anything today . and the worst , they just bought me a small burger for dinner ! arrgh . kay , maybe gonna watch running man while i do my homework ? hmm, maybe I should start now :) see ya later ^^ just now watching this :

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5th July :) - write a story

heyy :DD I'mback ~ hmm , what shall i say today ? how about I share a story that i wrote for my BIC story writing ? ;) yeaa ? kay , let's start now ^^ and please comment :DD positive remarks please :33

 Dream High and Fly High .
 

I’m a boring nerd in school. Everyone disdained me, making me lose my way in this loneliness and darkness.

I like to sing while playing the piano. However my austere mom insisted me to play those baroque songs written by Mozart. It irked me. My mom is a professional pianist and she wanted to nurture me as a great musician. However, this wasn’t my dream.

One morning, I walked past the noticeboard hung outside the general office. A mesmeric poster, taped firmly on it, stated “To celebrate 100^th school anniversary, we will like to hold a grand singing competition on 30^th October 2012… “My eyes grew wider with exuberance.  WHAT?! 30^th October?! My Grade 8 piano examination was on that day! What a rotten luck! I wanted to participate in this competition! But sandwiching between dream and my mom, it’s certainly a tough time for me.

 I have to be adamant this time round.

I started learning how to sing and the chords of “Wish You Were Here” “Dara! Why are you playing this?! “my mom ranted. I turned a deaf ear and continue practicing. Realizing, she stomped up and tore my music sheet into shreds. I couldn’t abide this behavior anymore!  Why must she dashed my dream?

30^th October, I dressed in my Sunday best to the competition. My heart palpitated when I stepped into the ornately embellished auditorium. Glided balustrades, opulent chandeliers and damasak drapes greeted my eyes. It was packed with a sedate crowd of students, teachers and parents. Beads of perspiration oozed out from every pores of my body. It was my turn to go up stage.

“I know you’ve grown up and you can decide. I’ll always support you.” My mom flashed a weak smile.

I received the microphone from the host with my shaky hand. On the stage, I noticed mom. I mustered up my courage and finally, I sang. The audience gawked me with awe. I finally achieved my dream.

“The winner goes to…” Many people were astounded. “Dara Soh!” I rushed up to mom and hugged her tightly. I cried. “Thanks mom.”