October 25th.. only abt another 3/2 weeks to exams.. i'm wondering how prepared i am..
2Nov.. the Gp paper.. here's where i have to utilise all the skills i've newly learnt in the past few months of intensive GP training, to write an Essay that is deserving of commendation...
*sigh*
hope it works out well... this is so unlike O'lvls when my style of preparing would be to read some elaborate fantasy novel to inspire my writing.. I was looking at an essay i done the last time, that got me about 24/30.. It was titled "The Dancer".. and i just felt like typing it out here for you guys to see ;) pardon the lack of maturity or lack of thought in the following essay, since it is written by me in my younger days.. =P and yes, i was a little fanatic about getting into ACJC then too =X an well.. Enjoy the essay.. I welcome any feedback ;)
**The Dancer(s)**
It is hard to imagine, that two years ago I was still a regular secondary school student. While I, yearning for something to do whilst waiting for my O'level exam results to return took up some dancing classes. Two short years later and dancing has become a part of me. Who knew, nothing but this would serve as my raison d'tere. Now is the time for me to evocate my burning passion. To prove the depth of my soul, and together with my dance partner Elsie, make a name for our ACJC dance club. The same club we founded a year ago.
Elsie was one of the first who came and supported my idea of starting a dance club in ACJC, and I was surprised at how smoothly things proceeded from there. Within a month after founding, we received a considerable number of members, and together with them, we raised enough funds to hire a dance choreographer to get us working. Next thing I knew, Elsie and I were "sabotaged" to pair up to join a couples dancing competition because of the "chemistry" we supposedly produced. Had I known what was to happen during that contest then, I probably would not have spared any ounce of will to stop myself from going...
One year has passed since that incident, and here we are again contesting for first place in another year end Christmas couple dancing competition. I looked into my partner's eyes, and wondered how behind those orbs of knowledge, lurked a spark that made her the epitome of style and grace. But more importantly, those eyes hinted no recollection of the incident last year. I was heartened by that. After making it into the final four, we had to win. Strayed by my thoughts, I was brought back to reality by the sound of applause by the audience.
"And that was Catholic Junior College with their dance title 'All I want for Christmas'. Next up, we have Anglo-Chinese Junior College with their dance title 'Christmas of Fire'."
That was our cue. While waiting for the previous contestants to leave the stage, suddenly it dawned on me. This may be the last chance for me to prove my worth to Elsie. Remembering the situation last year, I cannot fail again. Drawing another breath, with my head high, I boldly stepped out to the dance floor.
~The techno music filled the immediate vicinity with raw energy, and as I inhaled, it charged my entity with the soul of a dancer. My legs, catching the tempo, involuntary started tapping, determined not to lose the rhythm. Now! My feet beckoned me to walk forward, as weeks of practice moved my shoulders in a co-ordinated motion. Then, my feet stopped moving, and I fell to one knee and ducked my head into my chest, lest it be knocked off my shoulders by Elsie's uncaring knee. The pressure applied momentarily on my back spoke of a girls frog jump over me. True enough, a small figure dressed in a tight top showing her belly button and a ridiculously short mini-skirt, landed in front of me with a synchronised blast from the music for emphasis. I could tell the audience were awestruck. I might have laughed despite the seriousness of the situation. They have not seen anything yet. After all, we were just warming up.
My body sprang back into motion. With feet firmly planted on the floor, my hands started moving in a complexity of motions, speaking the arcane language of "Para Para", as my partner dodged some distance to the side to allow me to take centre stage. With precise timing, I rushed forward to execute a swift kick into the air, and land rather steadily to join Elsie in her fancy footwork. Just to perform the steps was difficult enough. Having to keep on par with Elsie and her movements just complicated things. Perhaps it was the dazzling light shining at us, in addition to the flapping sound my oversized jeans made every time I jumped, but I swore I saw a pair of great beating wings sprouting from her back, aiding her in her flight and increasing her air-borne time. Not that she needed them. Her movements were always graceful and fluid. Flawless.
We were into the last part of our performance, and as we were nearing the end of our dance, our active movements became more intense. I felt like I was in a trance-like state. My body no longer belonged solely to me. It was one with the music, and acted as a medium to convey the heart and soul of music to the audience. I stretched out my hand to reach hers, and our beings were guided through a series of whirls. The fire of our passion rekindled a new light into our dance. You could actually believe we were in love. Parting contact, we spun out of each other's way for our finale. Music blasting, I was to sway from side to side while twirling. Then, a dizzy-ness came over me, as my feet seemed cruelly shackled to the ground. The connection I had with the music broke, as the earth rose up eagerly to greet me. A flood of thoughts came into my mind. Not here... Not now... Not again... Why?!
It was a repeat of what happened last year. I shut my eyes to hold back the tears. Did I offend someone in my past life so much so that now was retribution for it all? Perhaps in reply to my cry for help, the hand behind me jerked. I turned to look, trying to make sense of it all. Like a ray of hope, Elsie's beautifully crafted fingers, held my hand in a death grip. Even through my teary-blurred eyes, I came face to face with her zest. She did not want to lose. How could I give up on her? Someone had blessed me with a chance to right my mistake. I had to keep on dancing...
"Second place. Not too bad for out first trophy for the school," I prodded Elsie.
"Small thanks to you!" came her hot reply.
I knew she was secretly delighted behind that vicious demeanour. An early Christmas present, and maybe a treat, and all that had happened would be nothing more than a distant recollection to her. But more importantly, I felt as if I owed her something for ensouling my passion with a new flame. As we stepped up to receive our trophy, my thoughts became clear to me. I was in love with her. Holding up that trophy to the crowd I knew, that even if it was only for her, I would carry on dancing...