As the name suggests, 'Dance, Dance - Can you feel the heat?' is an interschool dance competition, held in aid of St Luke's Hospital. After a round of audition(s), 8 finalists (4 soloists and 4 groups) will bechosen to perform in the finals, held on 31st March 2007, Saturday.
Participants can choose to perform a dance from various genres ranging from contemporary, to jazz and even break dancing! During the finals, the champion will be determined by both the judges, and the audience. Closing date for registration is on 23 February, Friday. So, do you have what it takes to heat up the dance floor?
For enquiries, please email mgsdancedance@gmail.com.For rules and regulations on the competition and entry forms, please visit http://www.mgs.sch.edu.sg/forStudents-downloads.htm.
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9:06:00 PM
I kind of injured my foot... Haha... .. .
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2:37:00 PM
Friday, February 16, 2007
Somewhat I'm missing Vday. xD Most people turned friendlier. It really was an exciting day!
But damn the sweets and chocolates. Can't even eat properly due to some powderful mouth ulcer.
I feel like I'm in loveeeeee
Thank God for everything. (:
8:43:00 PM
Thursday, February 15, 2007
I got rather... annoyed today.
We were having PE and JUST when we were going to begin our match of floorball against 4E...
'RRRRIIINNNNNGGGGGG'
Fire drill.
RAWRRRRR. Goodness. Wasted like almost 2 periods of Math, sitting at the carpark area, and returning to class later right on time for Chinese.
Wth right. Grrrr.
Okay besides that the day was pretty fine lah. English was like some free period. So was Lit. So actually, the only lesson we had today was... Chinese. Hahahaha : D
10:41:00 PM
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I cried so much today! xD
Hahahahahaha.
'Mal an hae jul kkoe ya!'
'What's that? Is it Cantonese?!?!'
Or or
Heavy Sher, who kept rocking the bus seat to and fro, and the poor man next to her kept rocking to and fro in his seat!!!
Or or
Haha forget it. Everything sounds quite stupid. Goshhh today was so funny!
Yay San it felt good meeting up with you today. (: Finally, after like so long, since I don't see you on Sundays now. Take care!
I think I'm in a good mood. Hahaha NOOO. I AM in a good mood. And I'm... rather. High.
11:21:00 PM
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Far away
The ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die
Starlight I will be chasing a starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore
And hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms
My life
You electrify my life
Lets conspire to re-ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive
But I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Haha I'm not emo or lovesick or anything near that -- Just really love this song and it has been stuck in my head for ages. (^_^)
I've been making myself believe that everyday will be a good day. Not like it's hard to make that happen anyway. It's your own choice whether you want to be in a good mood or not, whether you want to let people affect your mood or not.
Right? (:
G'night.
9:30:00 PM
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Please tell me today is not Saturday.
Please tell me today is not Saturday.
Please tell me today is not Saturday.
Please tell me today is not Saturday.
Please tell me I'm just dreaming.
Please tell me I'm just dreaming.
Please tell me I'm just dreaming.
Please tell me that I don't need to feel guilt-ridden.
Please tell me that I don't need to feel guilt-ridden.
Please tell me I DID NOT BLOODY OVERSLEEP AND MISS TRAINING AND THAT I'M NOT GOING TO GET SCOLDED BY MR QUEK AFTER HIS COUNTLESS LECTURES ABOUT NOT BEING LATE FOR TRAINING, FALLING SICK, OR GETTING INJURED, AND THAT THERE ARE NO EXCUSES FOR THOSE, TOGETHER WITH OTHER STUPID EXCUSES LIKE OVERSLEEPING.
9:35:00 AM
Sunday, February 04, 2007
The race
Chris sent me this and I've decided to share it too, to whoever who will read it.
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure's face,
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children's race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn't hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy's desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought "My dad will be so proud."
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he'd win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn't win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said, "Get up and win that race!"
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that's all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
"I'm hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn't try to race."
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father's face
with a steady look that said again, "Get up and win that race!"
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
"If I'm to gain those yards," he thought, "I've got to run real fast!"
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
"There's no sense running anymore! Three strikes I'm out! Why try?
I've lost, so what's the use?" he thought. "I'll live with my disgrace."
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he'd have to face.
"Get up," an echo sounded low, "you haven't lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!" the echo urged him on, "Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!"
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn't quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he'd fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he'd won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do so well."
"To me, you won," his father said. "You rose each time you fell."
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, "Get up and win that race!"
Press On!
9:01:00 PM
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Bball+Korean = <3
It was all good... until training came.
6:36:00 PM
