Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Ahh, damned long day today. I'm tired and head-achey but I can't seem to sleep even though my mind's on the verge of shutdown mode. I shall try to convert all this lack of energy into an entry for now. Ms Ng talked to us right after assembly today to discuss Yiwen's probationary stay-on in school, we're supposed to make sure he gets to lessons on time and acts like a model student the rest of the time. Arghh. Riight, now that is just plain hard to do - an understatement, to say the least.
As she was talking to us, everyone started leaving the hall, and we were left sitting down in the middle of the hall with no one but Ms Ng and the school cleaners for company. Somewhere in the midst of the talk, I noticed how the old school cleaner was methodically arranging the chairs in the hall one by one, just so that they would all be in straight rows for assembly the next day. He was just moving them all into position systematically, one after the other, and watching him, I marvelled at the matter-of-fact way by which he did it. He wasn't complaining about how us inconsiderate students had left the assembly hall with disarranged chairs in our wake, neither was he looking jolly good about it all, he was just doing his work. Slowly but steadily. Imagine arranging row after row of plastic, green chairs day after day, for about maybe a hundred plus rows or so. And everywhere you look, you see a sea of bright, green plastic chairs surrounding you. I'd probably feel like throwing the damned chairs into the Singapore River after about 10 rows of that slow and methodical process. Anyway, I felt kind of sorry for him when I realized that his job was made all the harder because some chairs belonging to certain classes had been pushed all out of alignment by the end of assembly. I still can't believe the slowness of the pace at which he was arranging the chairs, he was so careful of every single chair. I'd never be able to repeat something like that a hundred times over at that same speed. I'm much too impatient. Maybe some things like patience do come with age, eh. Yeps, anyway, that was my random thought of the day. I'm too tired to complete it for the moment.
Class was the usual, brought my cam today though so we ended up taking some pictures. I'm not in the mood to upload them at the moment, so they'll just have to wait. Most of em are blurry anyway. Man, the For You Day celebrations today was just plain chaos for our class. We've got Team India 2 to blame for that. Uma and his chummy SC6 friends happily came to our class table to be extra when someone, I forgot who, started shaking the bottles of sarsi and opening them with bad intent. Very, bad intent. Of course, what resulted was a not so very pleasant scene of sarsi being aimed at unsuspecting victims like me and the poor people behind me. And a whole torrent of Coke Lite and what not being aimed our way as they progressively ran out of sarsi. I swear by the end of the celebrations, there was sarsi all over everyone in our immediate vicinity. Our poor, poor Lo Hei or however you spell it, also came to a very sad end. With the onset of the Gassy Drinks War, oranges, orange peels and broken chopsticks were also thrown in the heat of the moment by Tris, Santhosh, Yiwen and the rest. Gahh. I tell you, it was madness that I speak of. When everyone finally ran out of Lo Hei to throw and drinks to spill, I found myself covered in a mixture of drinks not very unlike the concoction I drank that day during SJI (okay, not as bad as that, but still quite bad) and Lo Hei all over my hands, legs, even hair. The stupid drinks might as well have served as an adhesive at the rate things were sticking to me. Our junior class seemed to be standing out of the line of fire, smartly, and some of em managed not to get food in their hair at all. Heh. Ahh, felt kind of bad for the entire food fight that went on whilst the juniors were at the other end of the table. Not very nice senior-ly actions there, huh. Anyway, if any one of you happen to read this, I'm real sorry about the lousy table manners shown, haha, your senior class really isn't THAT barbaric. We just happen to have certain oafs in our class and barbaric crashers from OTHER classes. :) Oh and Ang, and everyone else who loves to jack me for no substantial reason, haha, quit it with the Nadeem or however you spell his name thing already la. He's our junior, for the love of God. Just because we happened to talk during SJI doesn't mean there's anything funny man. This is just for you, Santhosh, hah I know you get your kicks from jacking me about the most out of point people, so you'd better watch it before I start with the looks again. First Ian (what the helll?), then Derek (where did this one come from?!) and now, a junior? Haiyoh. The poor kid's how embarrassed already la. Give him some face. Anyway, you'd better get married to Divvy now, and I'll be there on your wedding day to give you that trademark look, heh.
Yeps, I've got dc tomorrow, shite. Because I woke up late for school on tues. :/ Arghh. I've never gone for dc before. Ever. So much for the clean jc record, eh. Wonder what we're supposed to do during dc. I'll prolly fall asleep halfway since it's right after pe and I'll be real tired. Sigh. Does anyone know if the swimming pool pump's been repaired yet? Haha, this obviously has something to do with us having swimming pe tomorrow.
Shu at 10:49 PM
Sunday, January 25, 2004
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Shu at 9:13 PM
Sunday, January 18, 2004
I need to go shopping soon, man. Damn. I just realized that there's so many things I've planned on doing that I've yet to do, from last year till now. Argh.
1) Watch Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King with Reina.
2) Get new clothes - that Dorothy Perkins toga I saw with chlo, a new denim skirt, etc.
3) Buy the The Juliana Theory album, Love.
4) Sip coffee and relax at one of those nice cafes along the Alley Bar area one morning.
5) Hang out at the Alley Bar at night for a change.
6) Read the tonnes of books that I bought last year at that sale with Ang, which I have yet to touch.
7) Buy that necklace and ring that I saw at Bits and Pieces.
8) Travel to Bangkok or somewhere overseas with friends on a short trip.
9) Get in touch with old friends once in awhile.
10) Buy the Love actually soundtrack.
11) Tone down on clubbing.
Ahhh, loads more but I can't think of them at the moment. Gosh, with any luck, I'd have done practically half the list by the time the A's set in.
Shu at 2:33 PM
Sunday, January 11, 2004
Was walking down the underpass leading to borders today when this particular man standing at the side with a classical guitar caught my eye. At first, I brushed him off as one of the usual 'homeless' people that hung around underpasses, singing songs painful to detail yet devoid of feeling. The ones that end up sounding like they're singing these songs in a language completely foreign to their tongue. So I just walked on by him with no second glance, but just as I was opening the door to Marks and Spencers, I heard this strong and particularly melodic voice start to sing along with a guitar accompaniment. I paused in the midst of opening the door and just stood there listening to his voice echo throughout the underpass with a roughened, musical quality. He was a weathered and amiable-looking fellow - dark-skinned, relatively tall and lanky, and in his late 40s or 50s. I couldn't make out if he was chinese or malay, but he sang with such feeling that I had yet to hear from underpass buskers. His was the type of voice that was soothing to the ear and it's roughened texture only seemed to add more emotion to his song. He sang this really old song, I can't remember what it's called, but I think it was Jambalaya (On the Bayou) if I'm not wrong.
As I was standing there watching, this family passed him by and one of the kids, who looked to be about pri 6 or sec 1, just covered his ears and pouted as he walked past, shaking his head with a bratty look on his face. The man noticed, but kept smiling and singing to the family with a gentle and good-humoured look on his face as he strummed his guitar. I tell you, at that moment, my respect for him rose by the level. It must have been hard to sing there what with an audience that doesn't even acknowledge your presence half the time, and yet even when faced with such blatant disregard, he still managed to laugh it off and continue singing. Such good-naturedness should deserve much better respect in accordance to it, don't you think. The kid probably didn't know any better though, so I can't blame him. But that man really showed me what it was to be good-humoured. I doubt if I'd be able to suck it up and continue singing if I were him.
So if you happen to pass by that same underpass as I did this morning, please do donate some money to him too, because I reckon he's one of the few that actually do deserve it.
Shu at 6:24 PM
Thursday, January 01, 2004
I am so hooked onto gunbound that it's disgusting, hah.
My nick's shumin, add me and lemme whoop your ass. :)
Of course, as human beings, we all err and I do get trashed once in awhile, but let me just emphasise the words 'once in awhile'. Haha. Anyway, whoever's on, play with me NOWW. I'm boredd. :)
Shu at 7:47 PM
