I'm going to do art whenever I can now. 

Why?

Because I want to get into La Salle so bad!!! 

I swear from the moment I saw the school, I was drawn towards it and it was exactly how I imagined my dream school to be. It's magical, really. (:

I'm kinda determined to transfer to La Salle if I get retained this year, but no worries, I promise I'll still work hard and try to get promoted this year. 

I'm afraid that I won't get accepted into La Salle though... I just don't have confidence in myself.

When I close my eyes, I can imagine myself going to school at La Salle, sitting on a stool in the art room, discussing with the teacher, choosing my paintbrush and deciding whether to use a graphite, sepia or charcoal pencil. And when it's break time and I walk out. I hear music and counting, I walk past the dance/theatre studio and see dancers jumping and twirling with determination spelt out on their faces. Beads of sweat drip down and their shirts are drenched. Their muscles tense up and their breathing gets heavy. But they don't stop. Practicing for their next play or performance maybe. As I walk further down, I hear a gentle melody flowing and my heart calms down at that peaceful song. I look into the small window pane on the door out of curiosity and I see a girl sitting in front of the piano. Her hands are poised and her fingers float gracefully over the keyboard. Then she pauses, she takes out her pencil and scribbles on her blank manuscript. A smile appears on her face and she continues composing her masterpiece. I continue walking down and this time, I hear people singing. The strong vocalists, with a soft accompaniment in the background, just enough to support the group of voices. A high note followed by a powerful riff and turn. Different voices, but all of them full of soul. I walk down to the cafeteria and pass by a wall, splattered with colours and patterns, as if somebody threw up rainbow on it, and full of graffiti. Art students, I smile to myself.

I'm immersed in music, grooving to the song and dance, I see pictures, sculptures, colours... lots of them...My life is ten times a shade brighter than before and the best part is, I'm doing what I like and loving what I do. 

La Salle, wait for me. 

I'm going to do art whenever I can now. 

Why?

Because I want to get into La Salle so bad!!! 

I swear from the moment I saw the school, I was drawn towards it and it was exactly how I imagined my dream school to be. It's magical, really. (:

I'm kinda determined to transfer to La Salle if I get retained this year, but no worries, I promise I'll still work hard and try to get promoted this year. 

I'm afraid that I won't get accepted into La Salle though... I just don't have confidence in myself.

When I close my eyes, I can imagine myself going to school at La Salle, sitting on a stool in the art room, discussing with the teacher, choosing my paintbrush and deciding whether to use a graphite, sepia or charcoal pencil. And when it's break time and I walk out. I hear music and counting, I walk past the dance/theatre studio and see dancers jumping and twirling with determination spelt out on their faces. Beads of sweat drip down and their shirts are drenched. Their muscles tense up and their breathing gets heavy. But they don't stop. Practicing for their next play or performance maybe. As I walk further down, I hear a gentle melody flowing and my heart calms down at that peaceful song. I look into the small window pane on the door out of curiosity and I see a girl sitting in front of the piano. Her hands are poised and her fingers float gracefully over the keyboard. Then she pauses, she takes out her pencil and scribbles on her blank manuscript. A smile appears on her face and she continues composing her masterpiece. I continue walking down and this time, I hear people singing. The strong vocalists, with a soft accompaniment in the background, just enough to support the group of voices. A high note followed by a powerful riff and turn. Different voices, but all of them full of soul. I walk down to the cafeteria and pass by a wall, splattered with colours and patterns, as if somebody threw up rainbow on it, and full of graffiti. Art students, I smile to myself.

I'm immersed in music, grooving to the song and dance, I see pictures, sculptures, colours... lots of them...My life is ten times a shade brighter than before and the best part is, I'm doing what I like and loving what I do. 

La Salle, wait for me.