omg should I even write what happened during orientation week? I don't know if I can remember every single thing we did, and I already have homework and files to get and stacks of paper to file hnnnnnng I suppose I should probably give a rough idea of what went down.
On the third day, the main event was the telematch, which was hella dirty. I mean like, rolling around in oyster sauce, mustard, orange syrup, bandung syrup, and ketchup dirty. The first station we had was Crap Twister, which is basically like twister, with any body part, and the dots are plates of yesyouguessedit. I felt like puking just smelling all of it together. I tried getting into the game, but the overwhelming smell of mustard and oyster sauce on my face just radiating towards my nose just made everything worse.
The other games weren't as bad, I suppose. The next one involved us belly crawling through yesyouguessedit towards a plate filled with flour and scrabble pieces, so we were supposed to try and make the longest word. Even with the word "adventurers", we couldn't beat the other team, who only had one letter longer than us. The third game was pretty much captain's ball, but with a broccoli covered in tartar sauce or something. Not as bad, considering we've played with cabbages in school before - the stench wasn't as bad this time. The last game was basically five people from each team sit on ten chairs, and play scissors paper stone, and the team who manage to push the other team off and get all the chairs, win. The catch was though, that yesyouguessedit drenched the seats. It wasn't that bad, considering that by this time, you at least don't get to see or smell it that much.
At the final end, there was a caterpillar race, the kind where you pass the last chair forward to the front, and everyone squeezes onto the line of chairs. At least this one wasn't really dirty, until we were told that there were bags filled with either water or syrup at the end of the race, and people were free to take them and throw them at each other. My class just took the water bags to wash ourselves off.
Apart from our dirty demise, the games earlier in the day were at least better. There was one game though, where we get in boy-girl pairs, and hold a stick of uncooked pasta between us - with our mouths. If it breaks halfway, you have to use the longer piece. We had to go back and forth three times in total, going over chairs together, bending over, and touching the floor. I suppose it wasn't that bad, considering that we were going through worse later that day anyway.
The fourth day was dragon boating, our visit to SAM, and our late night treasure hunt! And our sleepover, of course. Dragon boating was quite fun, actually. Each boat had two classes, and we just paddled around Kallang basin, played a couple of games, and had a race at the end. Unfortunately, the teachers won.
Our trip to SAM was rather enriching. I learned a couple of new things that I never heard before from my dad, like the flying turban, or the haunted toilets. The flying turban is about how there used to be an Indian guard (called "Jagas" by the students at the time. I'm not sure if it's spelt like that) who used to walk along the corridors, but for some reason, died. Despite that though, there were sightings of his turban floating around the same corridor. Another story from my dad was about how one of the Indian guards saw the gardener in his sleep at night, and told him where his body was. When the guard woke up, he went to where the gardener had told him to go, and found his body there, covered in ants.
Our treasure hunt was basically station games, where we were supposed to look for at least four out of six pegs at each station, before we could proceed to play the actual game. Some of the games involved the station masters asking questions to the whole class and each class member have to come up with an answer. At least seven of the answers need to be the same in order to get the point. One of the questions though, was who would be the best and pole dancing - you wouldn't expect us to have an answer, right? The game ended with one of our dear manly man classmates, pole dancing around a basketball post.
On the last day, we had our mass dance - I mean rave party - and campfire. We had been practicing a couple dance kind of thing over the past few days, and our hard work was paid off in a rave. We were given two glow sticks each, and danced the dance twice. It was kind of a strange and foreign experience for me, because it was completely dark, save some strobe lights behind the DJ and our glow sticks. I have no idea how they can dance with reckless abandon and go wild, so I uh, just ended up jumping up and down. I had a girl partner by the way, so I was the man.
Our campfire was probably the funniest part of the camp. Some of the skits put up by the classes were pretty good. I kinda liked my class's skit, but uh, it was kinda inappropriate at times. It was pretty much about the guys doing cheesy, kinda racy pick up lines at the girls of our group, only to be rejected by them. It ended with the last dude - yes the pole dancing one - pole dancing, only to have the girls go crazy for him. Yeah, p much. We ended up having to do a "viewer's discretion is advised" warning in the beginning because it was just that suggestive.
Talking about my class: I suppose I've assimilated rather well into the class - save the times when things get off the deep end and they talk about inappropriate stuff. I mean I know they're free to talk about whatever they want among themselves, but seriously, sometimes I think it's just too much - even for our (yes, us gurls) standards. Talking about kinks? I don't think we've gone that far... Apart from that, I do enjoy their company, yeah.
Anyway, first day of actual school was pretty okay. I like the teachers that we have so far (save one but I don't think I should judge) and I think school's going to be pretty fun. I haven't signed up for any CAS yet, but I'll probably do that over the weekend. For now though, I'm going to arrange all my stuff, and figure out what things to bring and leave in school.
~ Claire please save me from my classmates when things go too far~
- Micaela c:
Thursday, 13 February 2014
Saturday, 8 February 2014
Orientation Week: Day 2
Aw man, do I even remember what happened yesterday? All that has remained from yesterday, are the aches and pain from running around on the beach at Sentosa. Good thing I didn't get sunburnt, though.
Anyway, yesterday was a continuation to our orientation - this time, by bonding through games on the beach! (After the CAS talk and administrative stuff, of course.) I think I genuinely had fun yesterday, albeit very tired. We got splashed and wet multiple times, and got down and dirty in the sand. There was so much sand in my shoes, that I was literally walking on the beach as I went home. My clothes dried surprisingly fast, although my hair still feels dry from the salt water.
Apparently, the games this year weren't as dirty and disgusting as last year's - they had eggs and mayonaise, and I don't think I want to know what actually happened. Or maybe we will know what's going to happen - on Monday, which requires a change of clothes and shower things. Anyway, I think the most strenuous game was the bucket one. I mean come on, I haven't done sit ups for the longest time, and we're expected to lift a full bucket with just our feet? My shoulder hurt the most after that one, 'cos I was leaning on them too much from behind. The dirtiest one was the obstacle course, which I offered to do, considering that it wasn't very wide and I was small enough to go through the whole thing. We were splashed with water along the way, which made it worse 'cos then sand stuck to me like glue. I was completely covered in sand after crawling on the beach, and probably scratched my knees too. Why must the sand at Sentosa be so rough? The most vertically challenging one though, is the one where they strung marshmallows on a line, and you have to eat them - the catch, is that they're tied to trees. With a class of six girls and four guys, you can pretty much picture how it went. (I'm so sorry to the guy who had to piggy back me omg)
After that, we watched the animal show at the beach. I had no idea that it even existed, to be honest. I only got excited about the dog lul. We also had tug-o-war, which was surprisingly tough. I couldn't get a good grip of the rope or the sand, so uh, I fell once or twice. Our class lost, but ah well.
School aside though, I'm getting my birthday presents from DFTBA HOLLA~ It was a good thing I didn't order earlier, because their shirts are going at USD $10, as compared to $16-20 initially. I ordered Alex's and Charlie's CDs too, so yey c: Ah yeah, and my birthday was yesterday too. I kinda forgot about it as the day went on. My villagers celebrated my birthday in the morning, and I had cake at my grandparents' place at night.
~I am the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen~
- Micaela c:
Anyway, yesterday was a continuation to our orientation - this time, by bonding through games on the beach! (After the CAS talk and administrative stuff, of course.) I think I genuinely had fun yesterday, albeit very tired. We got splashed and wet multiple times, and got down and dirty in the sand. There was so much sand in my shoes, that I was literally walking on the beach as I went home. My clothes dried surprisingly fast, although my hair still feels dry from the salt water.
Apparently, the games this year weren't as dirty and disgusting as last year's - they had eggs and mayonaise, and I don't think I want to know what actually happened. Or maybe we will know what's going to happen - on Monday, which requires a change of clothes and shower things. Anyway, I think the most strenuous game was the bucket one. I mean come on, I haven't done sit ups for the longest time, and we're expected to lift a full bucket with just our feet? My shoulder hurt the most after that one, 'cos I was leaning on them too much from behind. The dirtiest one was the obstacle course, which I offered to do, considering that it wasn't very wide and I was small enough to go through the whole thing. We were splashed with water along the way, which made it worse 'cos then sand stuck to me like glue. I was completely covered in sand after crawling on the beach, and probably scratched my knees too. Why must the sand at Sentosa be so rough? The most vertically challenging one though, is the one where they strung marshmallows on a line, and you have to eat them - the catch, is that they're tied to trees. With a class of six girls and four guys, you can pretty much picture how it went. (I'm so sorry to the guy who had to piggy back me omg)
After that, we watched the animal show at the beach. I had no idea that it even existed, to be honest. I only got excited about the dog lul. We also had tug-o-war, which was surprisingly tough. I couldn't get a good grip of the rope or the sand, so uh, I fell once or twice. Our class lost, but ah well.
School aside though, I'm getting my birthday presents from DFTBA HOLLA~ It was a good thing I didn't order earlier, because their shirts are going at USD $10, as compared to $16-20 initially. I ordered Alex's and Charlie's CDs too, so yey c: Ah yeah, and my birthday was yesterday too. I kinda forgot about it as the day went on. My villagers celebrated my birthday in the morning, and I had cake at my grandparents' place at night.
~I am the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen~
- Micaela c:
Thursday, 6 February 2014
Orientation Week: Day 1
First day of a NEW school AHSDOFASDHFJADOFASDFALSDF
Yesterday, when we were getting our results by sms, I thought I'd be the only one going to SenorSchool. Until lo and behold, Claire and Ning messaged me, saying that they ended up at SenorSchool too. They had put it as their second choice, and I honestly didn't expect them to come because 1. didn't expect that to be a choice for Ning and 2. a very small intake of students. Anyway, I'm happy I'm not alone c:
Anyway, to start off the day, I left the house at 6.30 in the morning, was dropped off at the MRT station and took a train ride, which honestly, was kind of a strange experience first thing in the morning. At least I had been to the school by public transport a few times, so that's okay. The awkward bit though, was walking to school, surrounded by secondary students and a couple of the JC students behind me. You could probably pick me out of the aerial view of the crowd, because different school uniform sigh. I didn't see anyone else who wore a different uniform, let alone someone from school...
After getting through the school gates though, it wasn't so bad. One of the secondary school teachers I think, just told me where to go, so I went. There were already a couple of new students there, so I just joined in. Wasn't too hard, I suppose. Just talk about what school we're from, subject combinations and all that jazz...
The form class I got is pretty cool, I guess. I mean it's kind of nice to have the seniors physically join us for the rest of the year, in an actual classroom. One of their voices sound ridiculously close to my sister's, so I was a bit creeped out by that. Anyway, apart from that, I suppose my form classmates are from a range of schools, which is kind of nice, because it brings some diversity to the cohort. A couple of them read manga and watch anime though, which I don't mind, but I don't want to relive past experiences plsnotagainI'mseventeennottwelve. My only problem at the moment is trying to remember everyone's names sigh.
Apart from meeting everyone, we also got a lot of talks: about the IB, subjet choices, school spirit... It was way too tiring after listening for so long, that I genuinely felt like sleeping. Or maybe it was because I hadn't drunk enough water idk. I kinda have a rough idea of what I want to do, and as for the school songs we have to learn, well I guess I could just listen to my dad sing them out overdramatically, considering he's an old boy.
Speaking of meeting everyone: there was an unexpected, certain someone who suddenly appeared at the school - not as part of our cohort, though... I don't intend to be mean, but I didn'treallywanthertocomeintoourschool. Although, after learning that she actually wants to go to poly, and has no interest in IB or JC at all, and is instead being forced to, I feel kinda bad for her. I mean I know my dad was initially hesitant about SenorSchool, but I guess he turned around at some point, so he supports where I want to go, so... Anyway, I kinda hope she gets to where she actually wants (andnotreallyintoourschoolI'msorrybutasdhfalsdfhasodfd)
Overall, I think it was a pretty good day. Quite tiring, considering we ended at 5 pm. Got home at six and ended up animal crossing until 7.30 lol. I should probably sleep soon because sentosa tomorrow and birthday holla. Also choir cantor auditions on Sunday and I haven't practised hnnnnnnnng
~First day of school sigh~
- Micaela c:
Yesterday, when we were getting our results by sms, I thought I'd be the only one going to SenorSchool. Until lo and behold, Claire and Ning messaged me, saying that they ended up at SenorSchool too. They had put it as their second choice, and I honestly didn't expect them to come because 1. didn't expect that to be a choice for Ning and 2. a very small intake of students. Anyway, I'm happy I'm not alone c:
Anyway, to start off the day, I left the house at 6.30 in the morning, was dropped off at the MRT station and took a train ride, which honestly, was kind of a strange experience first thing in the morning. At least I had been to the school by public transport a few times, so that's okay. The awkward bit though, was walking to school, surrounded by secondary students and a couple of the JC students behind me. You could probably pick me out of the aerial view of the crowd, because different school uniform sigh. I didn't see anyone else who wore a different uniform, let alone someone from school...
After getting through the school gates though, it wasn't so bad. One of the secondary school teachers I think, just told me where to go, so I went. There were already a couple of new students there, so I just joined in. Wasn't too hard, I suppose. Just talk about what school we're from, subject combinations and all that jazz...
The form class I got is pretty cool, I guess. I mean it's kind of nice to have the seniors physically join us for the rest of the year, in an actual classroom. One of their voices sound ridiculously close to my sister's, so I was a bit creeped out by that. Anyway, apart from that, I suppose my form classmates are from a range of schools, which is kind of nice, because it brings some diversity to the cohort. A couple of them read manga and watch anime though, which I don't mind, but I don't want to relive past experiences plsnotagainI'mseventeennottwelve. My only problem at the moment is trying to remember everyone's names sigh.
Apart from meeting everyone, we also got a lot of talks: about the IB, subjet choices, school spirit... It was way too tiring after listening for so long, that I genuinely felt like sleeping. Or maybe it was because I hadn't drunk enough water idk. I kinda have a rough idea of what I want to do, and as for the school songs we have to learn, well I guess I could just listen to my dad sing them out overdramatically, considering he's an old boy.
Speaking of meeting everyone: there was an unexpected, certain someone who suddenly appeared at the school - not as part of our cohort, though... I don't intend to be mean, but I didn'treallywanthertocomeintoourschool. Although, after learning that she actually wants to go to poly, and has no interest in IB or JC at all, and is instead being forced to, I feel kinda bad for her. I mean I know my dad was initially hesitant about SenorSchool, but I guess he turned around at some point, so he supports where I want to go, so... Anyway, I kinda hope she gets to where she actually wants (andnotreallyintoourschoolI'msorrybutasdhfalsdfhasodfd)
Overall, I think it was a pretty good day. Quite tiring, considering we ended at 5 pm. Got home at six and ended up animal crossing until 7.30 lol. I should probably sleep soon because sentosa tomorrow and birthday holla. Also choir cantor auditions on Sunday and I haven't practised hnnnnnnnng
~First day of school sigh~
- Micaela c:
Monday, 13 January 2014
O Level Results!
Well, I guess we knew this post was going to have to come. I don't really know where to start really... I guess we should start from the hall?
I guess we had the typical nerves, because based on past experiences on our mid-years and prelims, it wasn't bright and sunshiny. A lot of people were stuck in clouds or thunderstorms. I was mostly concerned for my history and lit, especially after what happened in prelims. I couldn't help but expect myself to get Bs after thinking about all the mistakes I could've corrected. I even thought that maybe the invigilators thought I was cheating when I merely blankly scanned the hall. Anyway, all I wanted in that time of fear, was to get less than nine. If I got a nine, I might just had a chance to get to Senorschool through appeal. Apart from Senorschool, I didn't know where else to go. So, below nine was my best chance.
Anyway, then came when they were announcing those who got at least seven A1s. I felt really proud for the people I knew up there. I know most of them have struggled through, and I think they all deserve it. There are some people that are predictably going to get it, though. But besides that, I think they have honestly put in the effort to reach where they are now c: Honestly, I had the hope that I might just be up there too, but that was merely wishful thinking, the kind where you hope for miracles that could become half true. Despite that though, I am pretty happy with my eight c: I mean in hindsight, I maybe could've shaved off a point from my A Math or Biology (or even History!), but I think that would be my best.
I am pretty proud with myself though, for my full history (A2) combined humans (A1), and Chemistry (A1). I was rather concerned about history, especially since I had failed prelims. I honestly don't know what I did right this time, though. I mean like, I don't think my Cold War essay was that solid lol. Anyway, my combined humans was quite surprising too, because well, social studies is most people's Achilles heel. Literature was also a concern, because I had just passed that in prelims lol. I even thought that my Chrysalids essay's last paragraph was rather sketchy, but I had to write it anyway, because three paragraphs. I was rather happy with my poem analysis, so I think that might be what saved me c: Also Chemistry, which was a surprise, because I had been getting Bs for at least midyears and prelim. I could've done better for A Math and Biology, to be honest. Physics was an A2 which is what I got for prelims, so uh, I don't really know what that shows...
I'm not saying I'm unhappy with my eight (I think I've got a respectable score), but after all the hype, the buzz, the anticipation, I can't help but wonder where I could've done better. Maybe I could've gotten a seven, with a deduction of one point for CCA... Ah well, not like I can change my score now. I think eight points is still rather commendable and something to be proud of c:
I guess all that's left to do is hope that I'll get into Senorschool, as long as the six-pointers don't try and get there. I mean if they have six points and want to do IB, they should be able to get to the otherIBschoolthateveryoneknows. Here's to starting out fresh and anew in a new school!
~Sigh, now there's no excitement until school postings are out~
- Micaela c:
Monday, 6 January 2014
Little Old Lady
(I was awake because I was hoping to catch the Sherlock stream again (on a site with no chat to lag the stream, yay!) so I woke up at three. The episode finished not too long ago, so now I'm continuing this post at six in the morning.) Anyway, two posts in a week, wa-hey!
Sometimes I see posts on Tumblr about why we should talk to the elderly. Well, yesterday on Sunday, an old lady approached me! I don't know if I should talk about her here, because some bits are a bit personal, but I thought that I should record this down because of writing purposes. I mean I know I shouldn't just see people as just "things" to write about, but writers write based on experience - and being a sixteen-year-old, I almost have none, so I could learn a bit from her.
When I went back to church for a choir meeting of sorts. There's a new plan for all the different choirs to come together once a month for some spiritual discussion... That kind of thing. Anyway, I was dropped off half an hour early because my mum was heading off for her some meeting in Hougang. I was sitting downstairs in our canteen, waiting for the meeting to start, until I noticed some of my catechism classmates at another table. I thought it would be nice to go and chat with them, since I've always felt a bit awkward to be alone at times... Anyway, I was about to get up, when a little old lady sat down next to me, and just started talking!
I don't know how she knew I was here for the choir meeting, but she just started chatting, saying that there weren't any chairs in the room yet. I pointed out to her that it was still early, so they chairs probably weren't arranged yet. She then followed up by saying that she's always early. When her children tell her what time to visit them, she always goes early. She's not even punctual - she just goes earlier than expected! She says that this way, there's no worry, no rush, which is dangerous at her age, since she could fall.
She paused for awhile. I guess this is when I describe her! Her skin looks a bit tanned, had short, silver hair, with a bit of black still on its ends, hands smaller than mine, and eyes so black, that I can't help but think she's seen a lot in her lifetime.
All of a sudden, she starts talking about herself. I mean I don't know why she would - I didn't even think she would approach me, except maybe for inquiring about the choir meeting. But I think she's quite talkative! She's eighty-two years old, Hakka, and is in one of our choirs (obviously). She then went on saying that her father died when she was one, and her mother left her at the convent soon after. She was fostered in that convent, surrounded by the nuns. When she grew up, she intended to become a nun, just like the ones she grew up around with. At the age of nineteen, she entered the nunnery - but only stayed for two years.
It seems like she didn't actually know how strict life was at the nunnery, considering she was still only nineteen. Her mother superior was extremely strict, painfully blunt, and quite aloof. All the nuns in training sat in silence, doing what, I'm not sure, because it seemed like they couldn't do anything! She tried asking for a pencil from one of the other nuns-in-training, only to discover that she got in trouble because she hadn't told mother superior. Mother superior called her too proud, just because she didn't "open up" - but it was just a mere bloody pencil!
I mean I'm not that surprised to hear the harsh, clinical life of the nunnery. I think my dad said my grandmother wanted to become a nun at some point, before becoming a nurse. She couldn't visit her friends, and even if she was visited, they had to talk through a gate - quite like behind bars. Needless to say, I think she couldn't handle it and ended up leaving. Just like the little old lady said, it was worse than being a prisoner. I mean I'm not saying that life of chastity, self-control and sacrifice that the nuns live is horrible, but I think at the time, it was a true test of endurance and patience, and whether you're fit to serve in the church wholeheartedly.
Anyway, our dear old lady ended up leaving the nunnery when she as twenty-one. She was sent with no goodbyes from the other training nuns, and was quickly bundled into a taxi by the mother superior, with everything packed and in the boot. She was sent to a separate convent in her home village, I think, where she spent a couple of years preparing girls for their first holy communion. When they were ready, she intended to give some holy pictures that she had while in the nunnery - only to discover that mother superior had taken them all! It was then that she went on a mission all the way back to the nunnery, and called for mother superior at the gate. It was then that she said that mother superior couldn't control her anymore since she's out, and mother superior gave her back her pictures.
She was about to go on about how she met her husband, (at the age of 24) but I think she said some things in dialect. I think it was about how he was introduced to her by her godmother, and that maybe he was too old or something - I'm not too sure. She went on saying that she was so young, how could she have known, or something to that effect, but then we were told to go inside for the meeting.
I didn't get to sit next to her because she ended up sitting with her choir members. Speaking about that, she seems rather friendly and very talkative. When our priest came by while she was telling me her life story, she stopped him to have a quick chat, and gave him some fruits! She seems in the know about her choir members, one of whom I know as a fellow catechist of my mum. She seems very friendly with kids too - she waves and smiles at little children who watch her as they walk past. Even she herself had said that when she was thinking about leaving the nunnery, she prayed to ask God for guidance, and she was told to leave, and instead use her gift elsewhere. I think she's found her gift, which is to share her stories with others.
Anyway, I didn't really manage to talk to her after the meeting - I don't even know her name or the name of the choir! I guess that's just me, talking to people who don't leave their names... I never expected myself to have an almost-half-an-hour chat with an elderly person before. Then again, not a lot of them are that chatty, otherwise, I have no idea what to talk about.
Anyway, I'm going to re-watch Sherlock now, since the second half of it buffered a lot for me.
~Little Old Lady: lol~
Micaela c:
Sometimes I see posts on Tumblr about why we should talk to the elderly. Well, yesterday on Sunday, an old lady approached me! I don't know if I should talk about her here, because some bits are a bit personal, but I thought that I should record this down because of writing purposes. I mean I know I shouldn't just see people as just "things" to write about, but writers write based on experience - and being a sixteen-year-old, I almost have none, so I could learn a bit from her.
When I went back to church for a choir meeting of sorts. There's a new plan for all the different choirs to come together once a month for some spiritual discussion... That kind of thing. Anyway, I was dropped off half an hour early because my mum was heading off for her some meeting in Hougang. I was sitting downstairs in our canteen, waiting for the meeting to start, until I noticed some of my catechism classmates at another table. I thought it would be nice to go and chat with them, since I've always felt a bit awkward to be alone at times... Anyway, I was about to get up, when a little old lady sat down next to me, and just started talking!
I don't know how she knew I was here for the choir meeting, but she just started chatting, saying that there weren't any chairs in the room yet. I pointed out to her that it was still early, so they chairs probably weren't arranged yet. She then followed up by saying that she's always early. When her children tell her what time to visit them, she always goes early. She's not even punctual - she just goes earlier than expected! She says that this way, there's no worry, no rush, which is dangerous at her age, since she could fall.
She paused for awhile. I guess this is when I describe her! Her skin looks a bit tanned, had short, silver hair, with a bit of black still on its ends, hands smaller than mine, and eyes so black, that I can't help but think she's seen a lot in her lifetime.
All of a sudden, she starts talking about herself. I mean I don't know why she would - I didn't even think she would approach me, except maybe for inquiring about the choir meeting. But I think she's quite talkative! She's eighty-two years old, Hakka, and is in one of our choirs (obviously). She then went on saying that her father died when she was one, and her mother left her at the convent soon after. She was fostered in that convent, surrounded by the nuns. When she grew up, she intended to become a nun, just like the ones she grew up around with. At the age of nineteen, she entered the nunnery - but only stayed for two years.
It seems like she didn't actually know how strict life was at the nunnery, considering she was still only nineteen. Her mother superior was extremely strict, painfully blunt, and quite aloof. All the nuns in training sat in silence, doing what, I'm not sure, because it seemed like they couldn't do anything! She tried asking for a pencil from one of the other nuns-in-training, only to discover that she got in trouble because she hadn't told mother superior. Mother superior called her too proud, just because she didn't "open up" - but it was just a mere bloody pencil!
I mean I'm not that surprised to hear the harsh, clinical life of the nunnery. I think my dad said my grandmother wanted to become a nun at some point, before becoming a nurse. She couldn't visit her friends, and even if she was visited, they had to talk through a gate - quite like behind bars. Needless to say, I think she couldn't handle it and ended up leaving. Just like the little old lady said, it was worse than being a prisoner. I mean I'm not saying that life of chastity, self-control and sacrifice that the nuns live is horrible, but I think at the time, it was a true test of endurance and patience, and whether you're fit to serve in the church wholeheartedly.
Anyway, our dear old lady ended up leaving the nunnery when she as twenty-one. She was sent with no goodbyes from the other training nuns, and was quickly bundled into a taxi by the mother superior, with everything packed and in the boot. She was sent to a separate convent in her home village, I think, where she spent a couple of years preparing girls for their first holy communion. When they were ready, she intended to give some holy pictures that she had while in the nunnery - only to discover that mother superior had taken them all! It was then that she went on a mission all the way back to the nunnery, and called for mother superior at the gate. It was then that she said that mother superior couldn't control her anymore since she's out, and mother superior gave her back her pictures.
She was about to go on about how she met her husband, (at the age of 24) but I think she said some things in dialect. I think it was about how he was introduced to her by her godmother, and that maybe he was too old or something - I'm not too sure. She went on saying that she was so young, how could she have known, or something to that effect, but then we were told to go inside for the meeting.
I didn't get to sit next to her because she ended up sitting with her choir members. Speaking about that, she seems rather friendly and very talkative. When our priest came by while she was telling me her life story, she stopped him to have a quick chat, and gave him some fruits! She seems in the know about her choir members, one of whom I know as a fellow catechist of my mum. She seems very friendly with kids too - she waves and smiles at little children who watch her as they walk past. Even she herself had said that when she was thinking about leaving the nunnery, she prayed to ask God for guidance, and she was told to leave, and instead use her gift elsewhere. I think she's found her gift, which is to share her stories with others.
Anyway, I didn't really manage to talk to her after the meeting - I don't even know her name or the name of the choir! I guess that's just me, talking to people who don't leave their names... I never expected myself to have an almost-half-an-hour chat with an elderly person before. Then again, not a lot of them are that chatty, otherwise, I have no idea what to talk about.
Anyway, I'm going to re-watch Sherlock now, since the second half of it buffered a lot for me.
~Little Old Lady: lol~
Micaela c:
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
First Post of 2014!
Yay! I don't know if this can be called an achievement, but I haven't written a post since last year! Haha, okay I'll stop. Honestly, it doesn't feel like a new year - probably because I'm in the middle of writing a couple of posts for my writing blog. But, apart from that, in the spirit of the new year, I shall list some of my resolutions for the new year:
1. If I can make it to the school I want to go, I want to set up a Newspaper club, and call the newspaper "Newspaper Of The Monthly Agenda Daily" a.k.a NOTMAD (or NOMAD, if you take out "The"). When I went to the open house of the school I want to go to, I realised that they don't have a CCA for writing or literature of some sort, so I thought it would be a good idea to start one of my own! I have yet to figure out how to handle the administrative aspects of it, but I do hope I'll get the chance to set the club up!
2. This also ties in with the first part: I want to write more often. I am sort of on the way to doing that, since I started my writing blog not too long ago. I think I should force myself to at least sit down and write out ideas or chapters once a week on Saturdays. It may not necessarily be in a row and consistent, considering I might have some interference, but at least write enough so that I can post one each week.
3. If I can get into the school that I want, that offers the International Baccalaureate (IB) course, I intend to work a lot harder this year! I mean considering the IB means daily work, I'm going to have to force myself to work consistently. I do hope that I can get to the school I want, because I've lost momentum to work, so going back to school is going to be good!
4. Lastly, I hope to find a brofriend. I don't think that I'm emotionally mature enough to handle a romantic relationship, so I'm going to get myself a guy friend heck yeah.
5. Maybe possibly start up an online craft store? That just means I'm going to have to come up with more craft ideas and stuff, but I think I'll do this secondary to my writing endeavours.
6. Yeah, I haven't really thought of any other resolutions. I do hope that I'll do well enough for O levels, which is mostly what I have on my mind so far.
Anyway, since this is the new year, I should say that my intention in starting a new blog is to have a fresh, new (mostly writing) start. I've had my previous blog since the start of Secondary School, and since I'm going to JC, I thought a new blog would be a good idea c:
~Can't wait for 14/14/14 lololol~
Micaela c:
1. If I can make it to the school I want to go, I want to set up a Newspaper club, and call the newspaper "Newspaper Of The Monthly Agenda Daily" a.k.a NOTMAD (or NOMAD, if you take out "The"). When I went to the open house of the school I want to go to, I realised that they don't have a CCA for writing or literature of some sort, so I thought it would be a good idea to start one of my own! I have yet to figure out how to handle the administrative aspects of it, but I do hope I'll get the chance to set the club up!
2. This also ties in with the first part: I want to write more often. I am sort of on the way to doing that, since I started my writing blog not too long ago. I think I should force myself to at least sit down and write out ideas or chapters once a week on Saturdays. It may not necessarily be in a row and consistent, considering I might have some interference, but at least write enough so that I can post one each week.
3. If I can get into the school that I want, that offers the International Baccalaureate (IB) course, I intend to work a lot harder this year! I mean considering the IB means daily work, I'm going to have to force myself to work consistently. I do hope that I can get to the school I want, because I've lost momentum to work, so going back to school is going to be good!
4. Lastly, I hope to find a brofriend. I don't think that I'm emotionally mature enough to handle a romantic relationship, so I'm going to get myself a guy friend heck yeah.
5. Maybe possibly start up an online craft store? That just means I'm going to have to come up with more craft ideas and stuff, but I think I'll do this secondary to my writing endeavours.
6. Yeah, I haven't really thought of any other resolutions. I do hope that I'll do well enough for O levels, which is mostly what I have on my mind so far.
Anyway, since this is the new year, I should say that my intention in starting a new blog is to have a fresh, new (mostly writing) start. I've had my previous blog since the start of Secondary School, and since I'm going to JC, I thought a new blog would be a good idea c:
~Can't wait for 14/14/14 lololol~
Micaela c:
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