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She is unpredictable, frequent moodswings. Sometimes she’s nice, and sometimes she’s not.
Her name is Yan Ying. 90% of the world can’t pronounce it properly, simple as it seems. But no one really cares so they just call her YY. She is not fond of people with the same name as her. She turns 14 on 6th September and she loves her birthday cause it is a sex symbol. She was from Yew Tee Primary and is still proud of her school. She will never forget the class of 6D’07, or the batch of P6’07. She is currently an idiot in Nanyang Girls High and it is a love-hate relationship. She belongs to 202’09 which she, to be honest, doesn’t feel much for. She is a Theatre Club girl and is more than proud to be one. She especially loves Emo Batch♥, and looks forward to devoting her next 3 years to TCN with much optimism. She does ballet with more than just passion but she can’t do a center split. She is trying her best and is currently aiming for a far-fetched distinction for Grade6. She loves hiphop just as much though she’s pretty new at it. Her favourite sport is swimming and she occasionally plays basketball as a form of stress-relief. She likes to be tan and loves her swimming tan line. The piano, is yet another love-hate relationship. Like most teenagers, her hobbies include MSNing, blogging, and youtubing and facebooking. She loves shopping and doing random stuff like gaying people, jumping over railings, walking in the rain, and having completely irregular sleeping hours. Unlike most teenagers, she thinks that rap music is trash. She also thinks that she is getting old cause she hates the songs the average listens to these days. She can’t explain her love for oldies, country music, ballads, and sentimentals. Nostalgic songs are the best. Her favourite bands are Michael Learns to Rock, The Beatles and Westlife. She loves too many singers to name them all. “Forevers” are bullshit as of now. The night speaks to her the way no one else can. Her favourite thing to do is to curl up with a book on a rainy afternoon in her room, where she feels safest in. Her favourite flower is a black rose, but on the contrary, she likes rainbows and hugs too. She is always torn between two. But she is determined when she sets her mind on something, so she wants the world to shut up and believe in her. Just watch.Tag
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Monday, May 26, 2008, 2:53 AM
"A Walk to Remember" - Nicholas Sparks
"A Walk to Remember" - Nicholas Sparks, leaves alot of space for thoughts and reminiscence. Effect would probably have been better if I were reading this book say, fifty years later?This is my first Nicholas Sparks book, and honestly it didn't really make me grow all excited about it, and neither was I disappointed by it. It's the kind of book where when you finish reading, you stare at it, you frown, and you wonder what is so great to the book that makes you so drawn to it, and then you realise it is impossible for you to decipher anything.
The storyline is very simple, pretty much expected, but it was really, really beautifully written, such that it becomes deeply moving. This book was set back in the 1950s, 1958 to be exact. The story spans throughout the narrator Landon Carter's seventeenth year, so he appears to be reminiscing back to his teen days.
I happen to adore stories/movies that are set in the 20th century, don't ask me why. Without reason they just seem to interest me alot.
I especially like the introduction and conclusion of this book - it was very breathtaking and awfully sweet. The prologue was really awesome, conclusion was even better. For the last 50 pages of the book I felt all zing-y (you know how it feels), and I could almost feel thin tears building up inside my eyes. Well, the girl he loved was going to die.
I had already known so since I read the back of the book, "But then he discovers that Jamie has a reason for not letting people close - a secret that will break his heart", but it was still so sad and achingly moving. However, though, I was quite disappointed in the sense that it didn't make me literally cry, as those really rare books do.
The story was quite a page-turner, written very innocently. Most of it I guess, was to build up the effect that the reader is supposed to be hit with at the last 50 pages of the book? Well it certainly achieved its aim. (:
Since I heard that there was a movie made on it, I went to wiki it up and saw that the plot for the movie totally lost its essence as it is in the book. It wasn't all innocent and sweet anymore, and the girl who died of Leukemia was not as angelic as she was in the book.
Anyway, here's a review on this book, if you happen to be interested that is. I think it is a "not bad" book, probably not one of my favourites, but still it was very good. (:
http://www.teenreads.com/reviews/0446608955.asp
"It is now forty years later, and I can still remember everything from that day. I may be older and wiser, I may have lived another life since then, but I know that when my time eventually comes, the memories of that day will be the final images that float through my mind. I still love her, you see, and I've never removed my ring. In all these years I've never felt the desire to do so.
I breathe deeply, taking in the fresh spring air. Though Beaufort has changed and I have changed, the air itself has not. It's still the air of my childhood, the air of my seventeenth year, and when I finally exhale, I'm fifty-seven once more. But this is okay. I smile lightly, looking toward the sky, knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen."