A good friend of Mum's was chosen for a makeover on this lady-talkshow - and timely on the same episode about fashion. Mum went, and I followed her.
I don't think I should've. I finally understood why people say that 'if you're in fashion, you're glamarous - or you're insane'.
It was something like the Tyra Banks Show - just with a smaller capacity of audience. The wonders of camera angles from six cameras made our thirty-odd audience look like the whole studio's entire capacity.
And an
Some plague had hit the shores of my sunny little island. Somehow, by some unforseen reason, a flu bug is roaming the island and claiming many as its victims.
I happened to be one unfortunate soul of the batch, along with at least five other classmates and my lecturers, and a couple of others too. I passed it on to my buddy, and just today three more victims were down with sneezes.
What’s more, I have been assigned to be a leader of a group this week – THRICE.
I was chosen as the group
I did my SS3 entry at one shot. I'm glad to say that the story seemed to write itself out, with thanks to the song and mood music.
I Hope You Dance
I loved that song ever since I heard it as a young girl, but I never really knew what it was until recently, when I stumbled upon a Ronan Keating CD my maid bought and she and I listened to it.
It's also my first try at songfic writing. Honestly, I don't think I'll get very far with the story, but it's bittersweet and is memorable as my fi
...student.
Today, I just realised how I was seen in the lecturer's eyes. It was enlightening!
I'm going to apply for a scholarship in the polytechnic and hopefully lighten the family's financial burden (no thanks to the home renovation and taxes).
Part of the scholarship application form needed, as you could guess, recommendations and comments from lecturers about the student.
So, with another interested candidate and I, we did Plan Infiltration - we barged into our lecturers' clas
