I could not sleep well last night. I guess it was due to my excitement and nervousness. Before the first lesson, I noticed there was a quite lot of student outside my classroom. I wondered whether we shared the same class. Also, I recognised some familiar yet strange faces. Even the former contestant of Singapore Idol greeted me with a smile even though we did not know each other. Perhaps it was the somewhat human nature to recognise and greet the strangers. So I greeted her back with the respectful smile. During the lesson, I noticed there were some students in the class but did not bother to count them. After a while, the teacher took us to the computer lab. The lesson was so interesting even though I could not get what the lecturer was talking because it was too dark in the lab since he was using the powerpoint. But during the period, I noticed there was a girl who looked like Japanese. Then there was a half an hour break. I was on the way to the toilet but I talked to the boy nearby who was my classmate. We introduced each other and chatted for a while on the way. After relieving myself, I noticed that he was a quiet type since he sat by himself. So I went to him and asked some questions about the class. Honestly, he behaved more like my old friend who was usually quiet besides the strangers but was almost talkative with his friends. Then, after the chat, I excused myself and went on the way to the other classroom where the lecturer instructed us to go to after the break. I happened to meet the "Japanese" girl. So we introduced each other. During the first conversation, she was speaking in the foreign language which I realized later that she was speaking Chinese. And also, she told me that she came from China. I did not realize that until she smiled to reveal her "China" look as she almost looked like Japanese. I guess that I should not judge the book by its cover. How clumsy of me. (>.<") As well, she was a bit older than me and in her amazement, she told me that I was so young. We laughed a bit. Afterwards, we went to the same classroom. We took the different courses. But I did not know why we shared the same class. Perhaps the school put the students in the random manner. During the class, there was one more lecturer besides our first lecturer. They were teaching us about the photography progress.
After that, the whole class was going to another class for the next lesson. However, some of us lost the way as we were unsure of the location of the classroom. The same girl and I went on the search for the class on our own as we lost our classmates. But instead we went to the wrong class. Again, we laughed. After a moment of rush, we finally reached our destination class. The lecturer was going to teach us to draw but he asked us to buy some necessary stationery for the lesson at the shop on the ground level. So we went there and buy some materials. To my amazement, A2 drawing block was so huge that it was quite heavy to carry. During the lesson, the lecturer was teaching us some basic drawings. It was so fun and he was helpful as well. Although he looked strict, he sometimes cracked some jokes. I drew as much as I could put my talent. Fortunately, the lecturer did not find any mistake in my works. I was so confident that I could do well in the future. Much better than my former school who did not recognise my talents.
After school, my mum picked me up. I told her that I wanted to go to Yio Chu Kang stadium for the training. But instead, she took me to Choa Chu Kang. My goodness.. She mistook my pronunciation of Yio Chu Kang for Choa Chu Kang. At first, I thought that she was mistaken and took me to Bukit Timah as she was driving along the Bukit Timah road. So I told her that I wanted to go to Yio Chu Kang. But she assured me that she would take me to there. So i relaxed. But when I noticed the notice shown, "Choa Chu Kang", my mind was stinking into the confusion. My mum pointed that sign and said," It's that you want to go, huh?" Of course, I protested loudly and said," It'ssssss YIO CHU KANG!" Then she realized that she made a mistake. Instead of apologise, I only received the rude remarks and curse from her. She kept cursing that I was so stupid and should make a correct pronunciation. But is it her fault for not teaching me to speak well? She never had taught me to make correct pronunciation. Moreover, her English was so poor. I could not blame her. Instead, I was relaxing. Actually, my heart was laughing at her for being childish.
When I reached the training place, my body burst into an enormous energetic one. Of course, it was so difficult since the ground was so wet. But as soon as I fell into the ground and sank my hands into the soft ground, the feeling of gross ran up to my brain from my soiled hands. At the same time, the anger was cracking through my skull. So I became aggressive and took the ball whenever I could and charged at my opponents. As the result, I got cuts on my left forearm. But it did not matter as I had learnt that I should attacked the ball and charged while equppied with it. As well, I had learnt how to grip it tightly when the opponents tried to steal it. After the training, I was so soiled from head to toe. As well, the bathroom was filled with the brown flood as the dust and soil had blocked the waterhole. While waiting for my mother, I saw my friends. I was amazed to see my friend drive the car. It was my first time to see his car. But his car did not belong to him and it was for rental. I joined them for the chat as they were going to the coffeeshop for the drinks. Boredom did not affect me as I was so busy chatting with them. They were really my good friends. Haha... It was time for them to leave and I bid them farewell.
Finally, my mum arrived. We went to the coffeeshop for the supper. Mutabak was so delicious that it melt in my mouth. Yummy! Haha...
That's all for blogging. Really enjoy it. Really look forward to the school.
Cheers!~
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