Tea Rain

I carry a semi-automatic rifle and I slay zombies

2012-01-23T01:43:00.004+08:00

It's the eve of Chinese New Year. In the spirit of supporting pre-celebration celebrations, I went on a 70km road trip without leaving the island today.

Crabbing in Gurney Drive

Kek Lok Si Temple

The Day I Almost Went to Egypt

2012-01-19T22:46:00.003+08:00

So many nice things happened today that it's almost as good as my birthday. I keep thinking this is the default emotional state I should use for the rest of the year because it's really good and keeps you in good humour.

Naturally I was already put in a happy mood by the mere thought of today being the last day of school before the Chinese New Year break. That, and the anticipation of tomorrow dawning: hurrah, my birthday! When I was much younger the excitement started a month before my birthday, then the gap gradually decreased and this year I finally got my birthday mood today, just at the morning of the eve. It's very late, but it makes me feel young.

So today everything went well, even the part where the whole class got scolded felt good, and nothing could ruin my high spirits. It's a rare feeling. That's why the eves of celebrations are always more exciting: they set the standards for the real thing (seldom does the real thing triumph over the eve), there's a pre-celebration leading up to the real article, and then there's the unbeatable, irreplacable anticipation factor.

Oh yes, regarding the title, perhaps I should word it as: the day I almost agreed to go to Egypt despite having previous engagements but due to my conscience, have very reluctantly said goodbye to sand dunes and mummies.

Swearing in Asterisks

2012-01-16T16:30:00.005+08:00

Ok, last post as a sixteen-year-old brat.

I've been feeling very suppressed lately, like rolled bacon between toast or like a coke bottle shaken overmuch. I haven't done stupid things in a while and it feels like time wasted. I'm being such an obedient cow heeding orders and following school rules that I've turned into a cautious coward. It feels restrained and very dreadfully boring and from that a malicious anger condenses and I can't disregard it because every day I'm in class I'm swearing in my mind in asterisks. Otherwise there's just a very irritating bug buzzing near my neurons that I can't swat away unless I saw off my head.
I think I might be on the verge of contracting a rare emotional disorder in which boredom quickly turns into inexplicable anger. Talking to friends help but only serves as a distraction.
And the thing is this only happens in school, and this unfortunate situation stretches whenever I have to stay back until early evening. I get really heated up and I have a problem expressing anger; I don't do all those table-banging, shouting, screaming bit, because it's not genuine anger, it's just a form of boredom from being repressed. I think it's those bloody sickening pink classroom walls (and bloody red tables and bloody red chairs and my own bloody red uniform). They incite wrath, discontent and mild murderous moods. If they were a logical shade of blue I would have gladly shut my mouth up.

I have to swallow this cheese

2012-01-13T20:04:00.004+08:00

Finally reporting to base after two weeks away, drowned in school. All I can say is, thank goodness it's Friday, because school weeks have made me quite mindless (though not the sort of holiday mindlessness) in the sense that I've been doing with no time for overthinking at all in my actions.

I think I've been a little greedy this year, joining so many things (the mindlessness being a contributing factor). I am swayed by Atiqah's claims that club-surfing every year is pretty damn foolish and akin to suicide. Us students, we're always threatened with all sorts of marks, academic grades, cocurriculum marks, merit marks. I think it's insincere to be driven by marks, though I don't deny marks being an effective incentive. Some things I'm doing for the marks alone, but mostly since I'm in my last year of school, I'm going to squeeze out every bit of experience I can get out of high school.

I don't know if I'll regret this, but I've taken a very big bite out of the cheese and I'm not sure I can finish it without throwing up. I'm in chess club, bowling club, strings orchestra, prefects board, student council and now I've made myself Vice-President of the inofficial debate club (threw myself on the position, more like) when I've never even debated before.

My jack-of-all-trades medal is positively shining at this moment. Come to think of it, in all my years of club-surfing and hobby-changing I've never really specialized in one single thing. My skills are like the patches on a quilt, none recurring and none more interesting than the rest. I've read this article once on the Internet about whether you should be a jack-of-all-trades or a specialist, and unless you're a jack of all trades, and masters of all of them, the pros of being one is practically nonexistent, except self-fulfilment, but that isn't going to get you a job. I want to share this quote though:

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
- Robert Heinlein, Time Enough for Love

The last bit is a bit brutal, because I'm quite sure lots of specialists have a bit of jack's blood in them.

Back to school laments. I don't despair staying back in school until 5pm three days of the week, but I do really, absolutely hate it that I miss one of the best part of the day: lunch. Our canteen food is only for the desperately starving, methinks. Oh yeah, homework's still manageable, but it's the debate thing I'm worried about. Somewhere between the lines of a passive observer and outside influence/ expectations, I find myself signed up for a competition in early March. It's effing January and I haven't an ounce of practice drilled into my brains.

Whatever happens, I HAVE TO SWALLOW THE CHEESE.

It's okay, I like eating.

2012 Quests and Missions

2011-12-31T17:40:00.005+08:00

Mission Requirements to Level Up

1. Increase attributes (strength, intelligence, agility) and exp points
2. Journey to far-off places (a.k.a. Get passport stamped)
3. Grow hair
4. Grow
5. Do epic things worthy of remembering
6. Read
7. Discover the direction to take after graduating high school
8. Get a blue-ribbon achievement /gold medal/ gold trophy for SPM
9. Survive

India Trip Part 6: Farewell part

2011-12-17T00:37:00.002+08:00

13th November

After MUN we had to set up our cultural stalls at the basketball court. Rather than fill this post with paragraphs on how cool it was, the food-testing from around the world and free souvenirs, I'll proceed to the photo spam.

First attempt at taking self-pictures holding the camera backwards (I think it's not bad)

Then when the VIP had left and all the postcards had been distributed, we tore down our stalls and headed to the auditorium for the cultural performance.

Our trucks from Creative Session!

There were all sorts of performances, from traditional dances to awesome-sauce sword-fights.

When the programme ended with UK's solo guitar performance, we were free to eat, but the French were about to leave so we all danced one last time on the dance floor (well basically, just pick any spot near the DJ/ amplifiers). Even the teachers were dancing and it was amazing to see the energy pulsating within that space.

Then I had to eat

14th November

The last day of CDLS, and it didn't feel really complete without the French around. Anyway, after tree-planting, we finally went shopping in a mall. We had only 45 minutes and that set me on autopilot mode. I didn't take any pictures because I was busy running around with Yu Chia to the grocery shop where I bought two bagfuls of Hide&Seek biscuits and curry packets.

Lunch was at this club in the mall. I didn't realize it until we were inside, where the atmosphere was incredible. You just right-away feel like you have to dance.

So...yeah, we danced.

Birds' eye view, all thanks to Yu Chia

Reluctantly we left the club to go to Dilli Haat to continue shopping. (All pictures of Dilli Haat are credited to Yu Chia since I was too busy zooming around buying embroidered elephant bags which were really cheap, about 600 rupees for two)

In less than an hour we had to go back to Modern School for the Valedictory Function. Siya gave a truly memorable speech that summed up how I was feeling towards the end of CDLS: like a dream you never want to wake up from.

Lots of people were leaving before the Farewell Dinner even started. The Dinner itself felt strange and empty. Poor Vela was so distraught she fell over a garbage bin. Nevertheless, here's a half-hearted attempt at a picture:

I didn't want to retire to bed, because sleeping would mean beckoning morning to come earlier, and I wanted the moment to last: the remainder of us CDLS people and Modernites still together in India. So Siya, being like-minded, and being one of the most emotional people in CDLS, agreed to stay over at our hostel to talk the night away and keep watch for people leaving for the airport. We made a plan to meet before the boys hostel gate was locked.

15th November

I stayed up till 12 or 1am, when I heard Mayesha yelling at the ruckus outside. I ran downstairs, made up a pathetic excuse to the guard and saw the Pakistanis apparently throwing things and the Indonesians chilling and Siya
hanging around. Then a window from the first floor opened and out of it popped the Indian teacher's head, shouting for girls to go back to the dorm and boys off to bed. Everyone scrambled off like criminals.

I fell asleep at 2am because nothing was happening. At 6am I heard noise so I woke up to find Siya and Vela at the balcony in her pajamas like it was the most natural thing in the world. Siya had sneaked into our balcony since 4am and that poor guy was both hungry and cold. I had Pepsi for his thirst and some Hide&Seek biscuits. We talked until the Swedish came into view and we went down to say goodbye.

Then it were the Chinese. That was really sad because that would mean all my favourite people were disappearing.

Then the Bangladeshis, then the UAE girls. Finally it was down to the South Africans, us Malaysians, the Indonesians, the Thai military boys and the Australians.

We had breakfast. My entourage went shopping along with the other Malaysian girls.

It felt hollow. Sure I bought a few things but it was horrible. I felt like a child left alone to swim in the vast ocean. There were no Modernites around, no sign of a friendly CDLS face. The farewell had finally started to kick in and I couldn't wait to go back to Modern School where at least everything would feel solid, at least the experience of the past two weeks were assured.

When I got back to Modern School it really did feel like I was home again, and everyone was still there. We talked a bit and had some KFC lunch.

All too soon the South Africans had to leave! It was difficult watching Siya leave. I wasn't too sad though because the rest of us were leaving in about an hour or two, and we should probably meet in the airport.

At about 6pm the last of us left Modern School, and reached the airport around 7.30pm. My teacher had motion sickness and Syaza was sick but I was still desperately pushing for everyone to check in. I got so agitated at one point when it was reaching 8.30pm and we had only just checked in our luggages and there was only the customs/passport-checking to go through and we would be able to meet up with Siya.

{warning}useless rant begins{/warning}

Then things boiled up. We were so near. Syaza felt faint and we all had to wait for her. She wanted a wheelchair. I almost threw it at her. I'm probably not a very sensitive person.

Finally, my teacher saw the hopelessness of the situation and allowed Yu Chia and I to pass through the last of the security check/ customs/ passport-stamping. I was so frustrated to the brim of angry tears, that we should have had this freedom precious minutes ago. Nevertheless it was easy diffusing through the airport necessities and everyone forgot to be rude either because they were curious at the tears or sympathetic. I appreciated it that they let me off so quickly.

As soon as Yu Chia appeared much later (although she was right behind me during the queue), we sprinted for the departure gate and I think I cursed, for it was empty.

Accepting defeat and knowing there was no way I could go into the plane without a ticket just to say goodbye, we went to the food court where the Australians and Indonesians and Thais were at. We had dinner.

The Indonesian had to remind us to go to the departure gate, both me and Yu Chia. We were still waiting for our teacher, Vela and Syaza to reappear. There was still no sign of them, and it was less than half an hour to take-off.

Vela did appear later towards the boarding queue, and she looked so flustered. Apparently Syaza had indeed fainted and carried off to the medical ward. The situation was so dramatic. Teacher was with her. They might not make the flight, but I was sure as hell not going to stay in the airport with them and miss my flight.

The three of us along with the Indonesians managed to get on the plane safely. About five minutes before take-off, a very pale teacher and Syaza appeared and took their seats. Good.

{end warning}

And so we took off and left New Delhi, the city of lights, the land that has given me some of the best two weeks of my left (save the last few hours).

India Trip Part 5: ModMUN

2011-12-12T17:06:00.006+08:00

11th November

So. The MUN conference. Definitely memorable, and not entirely for its positive impacts.

We had the inauguration in the Sir Shankar Hall, where the General Assembly committee was to be held later. I remember at this point I still had a tiny slither of interest for MUN left.

After the speech we had tea.

Then we had to go to our committees. I was in NATO (North Atlantic Treaty Organization), and that being a small committee, was held in a classroom with about twenty-five people.

I was the first to arrive!

Raise your placards if you need to say anything

The first hour was all right. I was like, yeah, bring it on! as the chairman briefed us newcomers (the CDLS people) on basic rules and stuff. As the first agenda for NATO was opened, I was still busy grasping courtesy procedures. Then when I thought I got it OK, and started listening intently, I realized...

The NATO delegates were speaking Rocket English.

The moment I ran their words over my head again to clarify what is it they just said, their points had either just been addressed a question or they had moved on to their next point, and having lost the in-betweens, I was as confused as a fish out of water.

Well, good thing I wasn't the only one, otherwise I would think I was losing my grip on English. The other CDLS delegates were exchanging glances.

We were all quiet and bewildered.

The chairwoman had had enough of our passive participation (the only time we participated was when we had to raise placards to approve of a motion) that she kept encouraging us to say something, anything.

So we took turns standing up to request the other delegates to speak slower. It was pretty sad, because when one of the CDLS people finally stood up, everyone else would look at her/him expectantly, but all we would say is something along the lines of,"The delegate of Hungary does not understand what has been going on and would like to request the other delegates to speak slowly."

Anyway, the after-lunch session was considerably worse. The chairwoman was half-heartedly asking us to speak, the debates raged on, the CDLS people were doodling on papers, or playing on their phone, or swearing, or making paper planes. When the unmoderated caucus came (it means the committee has permission to move on to an unformal discussion and you can move around the room freely), relief fell over the CDLS people, and we would gather and speak about the common dilemma we were having. We did this so much that the first MUN newsletter reported our behaviour.

Bea (delegate of Latvia) would pass chits to me and ask me to remind the Executive Board about tea-time break, which was clearly scheduled to be around 5pm. I would send chits back asking her to do it.

Sadly there had been a slight change in schedule and MUN wouldn't finish until 6.30pm. Croatia got so worked up (she didn't show up the next day).

Dinner later was at Mr A.S. Lovely's house, and he is the Minister of Education of New Delhi. Despite all the buffet spread and various mocktails and array of fruit tarts, I was still mad I suppose, of all the hours of waiting for MUN to end. I felt sick mentally, having spent a whole perfectly fine day all cooped up in that tiny room, and then the realization that there will be another one tomorrow, except longer, wow, I remember how sick I was. I get this fear of staying indoors counting hours for long periods of time.

Mr A.S. Lovely

12th November

Next day, we went to the NATO committee room more considerably prepared. Latvia wasn't there, I felt this horrible surge of jealousy.

But anyway, it started all right, since I'd brought Lay's Chips and Hide & Seek biscuits for everyone to eat under the table, and Leo brought Coke candy which he passed along. When unmoderated caucuses came, we were like,"Yay chips time!".

Bulgaria (Sean, busy with his phone), Slovenia (Leo) and Finland (Barrett)

About an hour before lunch break, Ludwig's teacher came in and told him something, which he pased to us, which made my heart soar with wild glee.

"The teachers (our teachers) have had a meeting with the headmistress of Modern School and decided that this MUN is not working for us. So the headmistress is going to excuse us and allow us to go shopping at 2pm (after lunch break)."

He left shortly after that (see you at the bus, whee!), and I still had one hour to go, but it wasn't a problem. I'm going shopping! I can finally spend those rupees burning a hole in my pocket!

It was fun after that piece of brilliant news, though. The chairwoman decided to hold an awards session and credited Most Hot Male to Stefano, the delegate of Iceland, after receiving most votes. Most Hot Female went to herself, and Best Dressed Female went to herself as well. I guess NATO committee members are great at flattery.

Bulgaria vs Iceland for Hottest Male

During lunch I went to change out of my formal wear (should be rectified as attempt at formal wear) and into Akshardam shirt. I spread the news around, meeting happy faces saying they already know and are so relieved.

There was this rumour circling around that there was only one bus and latecomers won't make the bus. So Vela and I ran to the gates where true enough, one bus stood forlorn. Some of us forced entry into the bus without prior instruction...

Happy Adip

Equally happy Siya and Ludwig

...including me, of course.

Then this Modernite came up into the bus, where we were all so delightedly settled down waiting for the bus to move, and he announced:

"There has been a misunderstanding, only teachers are allowed to go shopping! So students, please, get out from the bus and head back to your committees!"

The first reaction we had was,"Hahaha, what a funny joke!"

But it was true. I sensed a moment when we were all rooted to the seats, unmoving, a sort of revolt bubbling up after initial useless protests, but it passed and we were all moving down the bus. The teachers were outraged as well, and I think the headmistress even made an appearance to apologize for the misunderstanding.

The CDLS delegates were just hanging around, wasting time so they didn't have to go back to their committees yet.

It was one of the most crushing moment of my life, when I had to walk back to the room.

Only Stefano, Rhea and Sneha were left of us CDLS NATO members. I felt slightly abandoned. Stefano would turn to me once a while to swear, that made me feel like I was a chamber pot for swear words. But he left an hour before MUN was finished, and I was alone in the corner of the room with empty seats left and right.

Then I moved near Rhea and I watched some K-Pop with her on her laptop.

And I thought I could stand another hour, but I couldn't. I didn't want to draw attention to my departure since the CDLS seats were all blatantly empty. I sent a chit to the Executive Board and left.

Dinner tonight was in the school grounds, but there was to be a Social Night Event later with DJ's and dancing. I was feeling sick reminiscent of last night's sickness, and the loud music throbbing made me irritable, so I went under the table and hid for a while.

From inside the table

Then I got hungry and didn't fancy eating inside the table, so I crawled out. It was quite awkward because this Indian boy was staring at me like I just dropped from the sky.

Yu Chia and I took our plates to an empty field away from the crowd and settled to eat, with my Torchlight app being our only source of light. It was okay until the dogs came, and there were four of them, sitting around us, occasionally coming nearer. I was petrified that they would bite chunks out of my arm. Yu Chia and I were exchanging calm instructions like:

"We have to leave."
"Yes, get up slowly..and calmly, they'll bite if you make sudden movements."
"Okay, but we have to leave the food!"
"Are you serious!"
"Yeah, okay, nevermind, grab the plates slowly.."

We did just that and walked slowly towards civilization, then ran back to the party scene.

Gosh, I must be feeling so anti-social that night as to have dined with dogs.

But I felt better being surrounded by all this young positive vibe, so I returned after following Yu Chia back to her dorm, although the music has stopped. I lingered for a while and then went back to the dorm with Vela, where she was beating around the bush trying to decided whether she wanted to tell me about her horrible dream last night.

In the end when we were both in our dorm, the door locked and the windows opened (Yu Chia managed to force it open a while ago), just both of us, she descended into this creepy voice.

"I was sleeping on the bed..this bed...and I could feel this shadow..this creature...coming from your direction of the bed...and it leaned over me and tried to touch my cheeks...I was so frightened...I wanted to wake up but I just couldn't!...Then I just started praying...I was praying so hard.."

My recently acquired contentment shrunk and flew out the window.

"I think it's the window...since it has been opened..."

"But it was opened a few days ago!"

"I know it..I have an instinct for this kind of things.."

Now you must remember we were both alone in the room at which said things happened, and the fan was creaking as it spun in that quiet dingy room, and Vela was looking at me with this genuinely flustered face, far removed from the spot of the party.

I ran out of the room into Yu Chia's room, asked for permission to move into their four-person dormitory and get Syaza to exchange dorms with me (since she was sick and had to be near the teacher who was near Vela's dorm, what perfect timing). I didn't tell Syaza but right-away packed up my luggage in ten seconds, grabbed my blanket and was upstairs in safety. Funny now that I think of it.

Poor Vela.

13th November

3rd and last day of MUN!

I woke up for breakfast, decided I was too sick (from the rollercoaster of disappointment and supernatural creepiness) to attend MUN, so gave myself a sick leave and went back to the dorm to sleep until 12.30pm, when the alarm woke me up.

I attended the closing ceremony. I was just sitting on the step next to Hamza and his guitar due to the lack of seats, and the Best Delegate awards were given out.

And Hamza won the Best Delegate of the Human Rights Committee as the delegate of France! Then Adam won something as well as the delegate of Slovakia! I was proud of these CDLS people, although they were the only ones to have snagged awards.

After that and after lunch would be the Cultural Exhibition and Performance, which was fun and full of pictures, so they'll be in Part 6.

India Trip Part 4b (the partying-being-part-of-the-programme part)

2011-12-02T02:41:00.006+08:00

9th November

We started off the day by playing Indian Rural Games. The coach didn't like me because he didn't pick me at all to play Kavadi, Kavadi once I got kicked out.

Then we were separated into three groups to do community service. I was in the group to visit the Old Folk's Home.

I thought we would be cleaning up and other labour, but we only sang and interacted. Then we were quickly ushered into the bus to lunch in Rhadhakrishnan School.

I didn't expect anything. Lunch in a school? We must be having it in their cafeteria.

I was wrong on so many levels.

Firstly, there was a very, very, very grand welcome. There was a red carpet and everyone showered you with flowers and there was a bagpipe band playing especially for you.

Secondly, there was a grand reception at the lawn, with a spread of all sorts of Indian delicacy.

Thirdly, there was cranberry juice.

Fourthly, there were freaking camel and elephant rides. Don't forget we're on school grounds.

My head, and the top of the elephant

Look at the ride they have in school!

O hay, don't forget to pay your taxes!

Fifthly, there were all sorts of activities including henna, candyfloss made before your eyes and pottery.

Sixthly, there were two dances put specially for us (but we (not me though) went up and danced with them anyway)

Seventhly, there were freebies (bracelets for ladies).

Eighthly, Rhadakrishnan students were clamouring to get pictures with us.

Ninthly, I had three helpings of candyfloss.

Tenthly, never have I felt more like a celebrity.

Sadly, the feeling was outlived as we had to go back to Modern School for two speeches.

Token of appreciation in the form of a frog-shaped vase

The dinner afterwards, in the school grounds, got me quite excited, because this is food we're talking about.

Sugar deep-fried

The moon and Jupiter

10th November

TATA Day celebration. TATA seems to be a very automobile important company in India. There was a very, very long speech during which the people around my table began to doodle, play with their phones, had snacks, played tic-tac-toe or slept.

This prefect was doodling everyone round the table

Fast forward to lunch, then another speech (regarding Indian architecture and outside influences), then tea break.

After tea we went into the auditorium to watch Ms Geeta Chandran perform an Indian classical dance.

I feel sad because this is the only picture I have of me and Siya, and it's not even a proper picture

I felt the performance was a bit long, although it was engaging at first. Maybe because it stood in the way of dinner, which was again colourful.

On a side note, this is how I live in India:

India Trip Part 4 (the programmes with parties in between part)

2011-12-01T22:56:00.005+08:00

7th November

We had to rise at the ungodly hour of five to pay tribute to Mahatma Gandhi's memorial in Rajghat. But, since we arrived before even the sun has shone on Delhi, I enjoyed a leisurely morning stroll (punctuated by wild flees to take pictures) away from the tourist crowd.

Go straight, turn left, take off shoes

After that, we went back to Modern School for the inauguration ceremony. And then three speeches that went on like ammo from a semi-automatic rifle. A pause for brunch, which was...wait for it...CAKES (amongst other things)!!! I had two, since I was getting desperate for sweet treats. Another three speeches after that, then I returned to my dorm to take a shower, since I was dangerously close to looking like a walking zombie.

Lunch was pretty fancy compared to the curry and roti we had previously; there'll be pictures of these buffets as they keep cropping up more often later.

There was the MUN simulation. I got pretty anxious and excited, as they showed various members of the committee throwing insults and bashing other countries, despite the chairperson's attempts to remind them to maintain decorum. It seemed cool, even though they were speaking faster than airplane speed and I couldn't understand a word. I remember hoping that in the real MUN later, they wouldn't be so...worked up.

We were given these potato-sack-cloth-bound files with the CDLS day-to-day activity book and pen and pin and notebook which I really liked.

Nevermind about that. The creative session was quite fun, although of all the other things (pottery, papercraft, modelling, fashion designing) I could have done, my group ended up in the painting room. We had to draw Indian trucks and paint all these captions on them. My painting went all right until I decided to be clever and started adding shadows to the wings; they turned out to look like mascara after tearing up, and desperately I threw in a bunch of colours on top of each other and surprisingly everyone liked it. Funny how things turn out this way (I just remembered the incident at the Georgian Fiesta where in the middle of fiasco I randomly invented a smoothie recipe to an asking teammate just so I can proceed with other things, and the customers ended up liking it)

Oh yes, I lost my potato sack file in the painting room. I was quite irritated.

I'm going to shorten my rants, otherwise this post will never end.

Fast forward to buffet dinner, which was outside in the cool evening air. At one point us teenagers managed to seize the microphone (who knows what it was originally put there for) and everyone went wild singing and dancing.

The energy level was incredible, even comparable to fireworks on New Year's Eve, when you stop to think that there was not one bit of alcohol or any kind of stimulant served (though it might be the Coke?).

8th November

Today was one of my favourites.

First we had the Celebral Day Activity. The theme was trust circle I believe. I sat next to Nuhayr, who assumed a stoned expression of disbelief throughout all activities carried except the last few. I mentioned this to Yu Chia and since then he had always misintepreted my description of him as a bored guy, as a boring guy.

We did several things, like plasticine modelling and kite-making and puzzle-arranging (this we had to complete by exchanging puzzles with other groups, and there were nearly 10 groups). We had to write down what we learned from each activity on a piece of post-it note and stick it to the board.

Stuti, who's really artistic

For lunch, we travelled to the residence of a kind amnesiac woman who claimed that meditation has helped her through dark periods in her life. We had the opportunity to try out the aforementioned meditation (but all the time I was just twitchy and looking around for lunch).

We did the Twin Hearts meditation here

O hay I'm just pretending this is wine

Gosh I love this photo of this cottage cheese steak

Moving on to the highlight of this whole trip: Akshardam Temple!

Unfortunately this is the only picture I've got of the temple

Due to very strict security measures, nothing remotely electronic is allowed inside; the 'forbidden items' plague was about as small as an Olympic-sized swimming pool (I kid). Even drunkyards were forbidden (it was listed amongst other items).

Since I can offer no pictures of my own, you have the liberty to stick with me or scroll right through the lengthy paragraphs.

Upon clearing security, we went right up into the heart of the temple, which was just amazing. It had these marble carvings from the floor right up to the ceiling, which is so tall it dwarves you. Right in the middle of the temple is a golden chamber with the Buddha statues, and the splendour we just walked through previously pales in comparison, and that's saying a lot.

After putting on our shoes we walked through these pillars and got a 180-degree view of the temple, the walls of which showcase more carvings, none of them repeated. I bought myself a Minute Maid orange juice, which was a huge mistake, because drinks aren't allowed in the boat ride (why then did they place a food kiosk right outside the boat ride queue??). Well due to my glutton I ended up right at the back of the queue with Hamza and Shreet and the Modernite teacher (thankfully), with Indian visitors steadily cutting the line.

The boat ride was nothing short of fascinating. It felt like an amusement park, though it was intended to be educational. We drifted past all these statues depicting famous Indian personalities and lives in the ancient civilization.

To complete the amusement park picture, there was a musical fountain show!! Hurrah! It was all right though, I liked the boat ride more. I met up with Pn Annie (my teacher) who looked sick with worry due to my disappearance for the past hour, and I joined Yu Chia for souvenir shopping. I bought this Akshardam T-shirt which I'm not ashamed to say, that I wore no less than 5 times in the course of the trip.

For dinner we had McDonald's burgers again, in the carpark while waiting for the bus. I remember this moment because Siya, in one of his many outbursts, promised to bring me the moon. It was rather comical in a far-fetched sense.

Cheesy as it sounds, it was a magical evening.

India Trip Part 3 (the sight-seeing part)

2011-11-30T20:10:00.002+08:00

6th November

If the whole trip was a graph of awesomeness against time, the gradient for today would have risen well above the x-axis.

After breakfast we went to the Qutub Minar, which was built by the Turks to brag about their conquest. That is the only part I heard and remember before my attention wandered off elsewhere. I appreciated the tour guide, but only for the first twenty minutes.

While waiting to enter the ruins

Peek-a-boo

And there it is, in its towering glory!

After the tour (although she did say she will give us time to take pictures and insisted we stand rooted to one spot listening to her, there was no time at all when she finished, what a bunch of deadly lies!), we hopped on the bus to the next sight-seeing sight, Humayun's Tomb. Before we went in, we had McDonald's lunch outside, a strange potato-vegetable patty burger.

I thought Humayun's Tomb was quite comparable to Taj Mahal. It was no less an awe inspiring sight.

Free souvenir

Up to the steep steps to the top of the monument

And then we went inside to see the tomb.

The view from the top of the monument

Con-man/Snake charmer outside the site! He was grabbing his snake and positioning it, not charming it!

We went back to the Modern School to witness their Founder's Day Celebration, which was a musical entitled,"Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat". It was pretty fantastic; very flashy, very grand. It's still hard to believe that the musical was only a school production. Even the costumes were amazing.

Nevertheless many times I thought (and hoped) the show was about to end, only for it to drag on into another dance.

India Trip Part 2 (the Taj Mahal part)

2011-11-29T19:39:00.008+08:00

5th November

I was very much looking forward to the Taj Mahal trip. It didn't start out well though (neither did it end well, but we'll get to that). Being the last to have access to the shared bathroom, I didn't have much time. Vela was pounding on the door shouting for me to hurry up, while I was half-way shampooing my hair, and told me that the buses were already waiting. Wheeee. I hate rushed showers.

The trip to Agra wasn't cause for celebration either. Vela and I were right in front, and thought we were quite lucky to have the front view of this ancient city. A few minutes into the streets and we were looking at each other in horror.

The bus driver has a honking-obsessive-compulsive disorder, I swear. He honks about twice every minute, and Vela counted about 27 seconds before his next honk. That's his record. He honks at women crossing the streets, honks at cars that stop at the traffic light, honks at a stray automobile, honks at the street, honks at nothing and honks at everything. It wouldn't be so bad if the honks weren't so loud it could make a deaf person go deaf again, but sitting in front, the honks were amplified. Sleeping wasn't an option. All the seats at the back were full.

*SHAKES FIST*

Breakfast was a distraction, though.

NO ONE SHOULD USE THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO HONK INCESSANTLY

And the stop for refreshments was very welcome, too.

The trip was to last three hours. I believed I lost 5 IQ points sitting in front. Now, the seats at the back might be full, but the floor suddenly looked very comfortable.

Poor, mind-boggled, desperate Vela

But wait! We were nearing the Taj Mahal!

Waiting for the shuttle bus

You know the feeling you get when you're minutes away from witnessing one of the Seven Wonders of the World? That jumpiness and impatience and desire to run around hopping up and down? I was having a rather serious case of that.

The entrance gate

Security check which was focused on ladies D:

And through the gates yonder

!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I-don't-care-if-I-accidentally-kick-you-or-poke-you-in-the-eye-please-sir-get-out-of-my-way phase

OK the poses end here. The Taj Mahal looks like it should! All white and magnificent and brilliant. Though we only had one hour, what a shame.

Time to leave. I left walking backwards.

Lavatory

And on to the shuttle bus where this kind lady offered to take a picture

Lunch/Tea (it was already 4pm) was in Jaypee Hotel.

And back on that horrid bus..where Vela had managed to steal the seat of one of the accompanying Modernites way behind, and where I spent two hours trying to sleep, and failing to do so, sulked, and while doing so, managed to figure out what those "USE BIG DIPPER AT NIGHT" signs painted behind trucks meant..since I noticed a longer period of interval between honks, which was very unusual, I watched the driver for a bit, and noticed that instead of honks, he was using highlights! The bus trip was turning out to be more tolerable! But it took about four or five hours I think. I gave up in the end and stood behind, where the Mexican teachers taught me and Yu Chia Spanish (which regretfully I have forgotten).

Dinner was McDonald's, and here I got excited again because I love going to McDonald's around the world. In my excitement to take a picture of the burger, I dropped my camera lens cover, and it was never found again.

I still haven't decided whether the Taj Mahal day was awesome-sauce or a punch in the face.

India Trip Part 1 (the boring awkward part)

2011-11-29T18:43:00.006+08:00

Honestly, I wasn't thinking at all when I applied to go to New Delhi. I think I did it, half-believing my application wouldn't be considered, but a few weeks later when I was called up to the office to confirm my details, I was filled with a sort of primeval happiness. I was leaving the island! I was going to leave the school! I was getting my passport book a new shiny stamp!

As the day of the trip drew closer I was getting more apprehensive and paranoid over terrorist attacks. The plane ticket had been bought, the registration form submitted, Indian visa made, and there was no turning back. So on the 3rd of November I found myself in the airport with two people I hardly know, Syaza and Vela, and my friend Yu Chia, and the teacher Pn Annie.

3rd November

Syaza apparently missed the first flight. She had to buy another ticket for the next flight. There was a lot of commotion at the Penang Airport with her oversized baggage and late check-in. I'm not dwelling too much on that.

It was Vela's birthday. Teacher bought her a cake and we sat at the chocolate lounge in KL-LCCT for four or five hours while waiting for the flight. It was positively mind-numbing.

Plane food picture

At about 12midnight Delhi time we touched down in the city of lights. The airport people were incredibly rude. The man stamping my passport more or less threw it in my face. The worker handling the baggage claim was throwing luggages on each other with unnecessary force and with spite unrivaled to that of Voldemort's. My apprehension grew.

The Modernites (students from Modern School) were waiting for us at the arrival hall, waving their cards. They were at least friendlier. We took the bus to Modern School, and were assigned to our dorms.

Two seconds into the dorm and I was bitterly regretting my impulse to sign up for this trip. What have I landed myself onto? It's okay, only about eleven nights to go and I'm out of here.

4th November

Ugh, hot, hot day. Wasn't it supposed to be winter in New Delhi already?

The first official day of the CDLS programme was very awkward, for me at least. After breakfast we had to change into our school uniforms and gather at the hall for the introduction session.

Nothing particularly eventful happened (which translates to nothing I want to remember happened).

Wooops I spot a hole in the ozone layer!

Dorm entrance, which I thought was quaint, then quickly became annoying

I'll skip to after lunch. I was immensely bored, so I left my teammates to do the socializing and I popped into a game of pass-the-rugby ball.

Annnnd after that was the ice-breaking activity, which I suppose was quite fun.

All the CDLS freebies

All the time I was frustrated and irritated at being trapped inside after flying for hours, knowing the fact that the grand splendours of the city was just outside the school, waiting to be savoured, and I was there, inside. I'm not even going to come up with an analogy for that one.

Yes I forgot about having to have titles for each post, what a hassle!

2011-11-28T01:25:00.004+08:00

Hey, I'm back. With a new banner too, if you realize (if anyone's still here) the Sick of tea proclamation. I'm thinking of changing the URL to reflect this change of heart, but as of yet I haven't figured out to what, which is not very encouraging because new links usually make blogging much more exciting (for a few months at least before I get bored again and go on a long unannounced hiatus).

I'm blogging to test whether I can still write. I've written a total of six essays this year (four because I have to for exams, one for homework, and one for the India trip) as opposed to the countless role-plays and daily blogposts and devoted diary entries I used to write.. It's pretty sad really, how much lazier I am, how I'm just taking everything in passively and not doing anything but read. Then again, I'm reading Harry Potter (and the Order of the Phoenix) so it goes without saying, considering how thick it is, or how addictive the series is (I got the whole box set and it came in a potato sack in the post, no surprise there) that my sloth can't be blamed entirely on my...well, sloth.

I'm going to start with a short recount of what I did with my day.

I had McDonald's Chocotop for dessert after lunch in Hakkatree. It was a bit weird; the moment the dessert man handed it over to me, you can feel its weight, like it's about half heavier than it should be. When the chocolate bit came off, it had a very dense yellowish tinge to it, and it doesn't feel light like normal McDonald's ice cream should. Using an analogy in baking, the ice cream I had was like this moist heavy chocolate cake, and not the light airy sponge cake it should be. It was the first time I threw a McDonald's ice cream away half-eaten! Normally I'm much more appreciative of food in general.

(just testing out descriptions)

We went to the Popular Book Fair in Straits Quay. I was prepared to be disappointed after hearing from a friend of mine who went a few days ago and came out bearing only new pens, but you just have this curiousity to see for yourself. It wasn't that bad really, though the place was packed with people, and the things weren't much cheaper than usual, and there wasn't much to buy. I bought some correction tapes, erasers, a file-box, and a book I've been wanting for ages since reading the first quarter of it from the coffee table of someone's house: Kafka on the Shore. I'll attack it once I finish Harry Potter.

Is it just me, or are personal blogs becoming a thing of the past? Everyone seems to be decreasing blog posts into Facebook-sized sentences and preferring to reblog photos in Tumblr.

Or it is just me. Was me.

On a side note (for record), other edits to the blog include the expansion of the text body to facilitate bigger photos, the disposal of the ridiculous long labels (seriously, metaphorical metaphors? tangible triumphs) and the replacement of them with proper, universally understood labels and finally, the edits to the names of fellow affiliates.

Fear of Staying at Home....

2011-09-03T00:11:00.004+08:00

....for prolonged periods of time. Like over 30 hours including sleep.

You wake up and you get depressed because you're not going out for the next stretch of hours. You get upset because both lunch AND dinner will be at home. You eat your lunch hopelessly. On your dining table, inside the house. The day's warm outside. You occupy yourself by coming online and reading a book. But soon the itch to go out comes back, and clouds your mind with all sorts of dangerous thought. You itch to jump off the window from the second floor, to climb on your father's car and do a high-jump over the fence, running to the bus stop and waiting for a bus to take you anywhere.

But thoughts of kidnap, rape, murder, crime ring in your head like well-drilled practices. In fact, those thoughts are the only thing holding you back. You try to suppress your itch, try to kill a few more hours by changing the location. You go to your bedroom, then come back to the living room, feeling even more depressed than ever. The sun is setting. You regret not running to the bus stop while the sun was still up, because at least crimes don't happen as much in the daylight. You tell yourself to chill, only a few more hours to bedtime. But as this realization sinks in, that you haven't done anything at all today, your heart becomes heavy with repent and grief. Your lips quiver and your eyes feel wet. It is a feeling of extreme sadness and anger at your own helplessness, at wasting away a beautiful perfect day trapped indoors. And you go to bed swearing never to let a day like this happen again.

But it always does, and I do whatever I can to avoid it. That's why I really am dreading the end-of-year school holidays.

Study of Life

2011-08-23T20:35:00.004+08:00

Shortly after mid-day, our class has reached the climax of the subject of Biology: dissecting frogs. The very experiment comes to mind whenever Biology is mentioned, and it is apt to compare it to the Eiffel Tower whenever one thinks of Paris. We were finally in Paris, some of us excited, some with mixed feelings, others sad, and it was time to ascend the Eiffel Tower.

My original plan was to ascend with the rest of the enthusiastic gaggle, but coincidentally my own father was going under the knife the very afternoon (he was diagnosed with coronary heart disease and was supposed to undergo angioplasty), while I was at school. I couldn't dissect a frog with the very thought that my father was also lying on the surgical table. Though Yu Chia might have assured me that my father was not a frog, my analogous mind found the two subjects difficult to separate. I don't think I'm that courageous anyway. A few of us kept our hands free from spilling frog blood.

So in my usual undecisive fashion I hopped from table to table watching frogs chloroformed. Some frogs dropped dead instantly or started foaming at the mouth and shook uncontrollably. They were pinned to the wax-layered baking pan and looked like frogs should. I have never seen frogs this close. My professional classmates slit their bellies open with what looked similar to my mother's tweezers, and surgical knife. The scaly skin was peeled off, then the second layer, and finally the internal organs were revealed and exposed. It looked grossly fascinating in the way that a deformed toy would captivate a curious child. There were dark red bits and a tiny pumping heart the size of a quarter of a thumb nail, transparent parts and miniature organs.

Once Farah, I think, cut a slit too deep and the dark red bits began to ooze out. It was horrifying enough to send half the class screaming. Sarah Izani said she felt awesome as hell, and Syaza's frog had tadpoles inside! Min Jou's frog still had an undigested housefly in its stomach. I really am green with envy for all their stability and unwavered drive of curiousity. Sure I could shoot zombies and play gory video games but I guess a hands-on experience is a little hard to stomach.

I believe there is a bit of argument on the topic of dissection of frogs. It shouldn't be done because it's cruelty to animals and the frogs suffer from pain if they were not doused with enough chloroform, plus it's unnecessary killing because we can watch a video on Youtube. While I do feel sorry for the frogs I think it's not the factual evidence we want, but the whole experience of working on a surgical table that matters, and could prove to be an invaluable exposure to the medical world. But are the deaths of countless frogs all over the world worth it? Probably. They're going to die one way or another; we might as well kill them painlessly through heavy doses of chloroform (It's strangely comical seeing frogs pinned to the baking pan with a whole wad of cotton wool stuck to their face). Their deaths are very undignified though.

After Biology we took the carcasses to the soft land in front of the parking lot and started digging a hole with a shovel. It was a bit heart aching to watch one of the frog flinch when Jia Ying held it to be placed on the dirt, with its insides spilling out and little heart beating weakly. Frogs are rather difficult to kill. As we laid them to rest, it started to rain. It felt like a movie scene.

The frogs are returned to the elements which made them.

Survive

2011-08-09T20:34:00.005+08:00

Here we are, here I am, sickened with grief and repulsion, at the sickening real life horrors, all rated PG 18 but being experienced firsthand by children and babes, happening as we speak, as we groan in boredom, sulk at a bad day, overusing the phrase 'wanting to die'.

So many ways we could die, sickness, cancer, leukemia, diseases, infections, bites, murder, rape, massacres, terrorist bombings, amputations, surgery, natural disasters, earthquakes, tsunamis, landslides, accidents, car crashes, fall off the stairs, electric shocks, drowning, exposure to ammonia, most of which we can't control, but here we are, still alive.

An idea forms in my head, if only I can find people as obsessed with preserving their lives, welcome to the Survival Club in school, where we share our researches on how to survive most tragedies, and occasional practices on wielding weapons, basic self defense, meditations to think clearly in an event of panic, first aid skills, disaster drills and expeditions.

It also aims to break everyone's idea of a beautiful society with kind people, harden them up, strip off their bratty, selfish side, and look life in the eye. Fundraising campaign: sell survival guide books, organize survival adventures like interactive camps with worst-case scenario simulations, sell 'I SURVIVED' t shirts and per-term membership fees.

Skeptics and scoffers beware.

I want to be able to control what I lose

2011-08-02T19:55:00.003+08:00

I lost my favourite Owl T-shirt in Genting. I was wearing it but was ordered to change. My T-shirt was then left upon the bed, which everyone conveniently missed when checking out. It's gone. I went and asked every room cleaner/worker in that floor 20 hours later but nobody has seen it. It's gone.

Still alive during the Chung Ling food fair

This T-shirt and I; we've been through a lot.

I wonder how it is now. In the washine machine, in the dustbin, pondering on its life cut short? Does the person near it right now know how much I want it back?

And the whole universe lies beneath me

2011-07-20T17:14:00.008+08:00

Today I received Galaxy Leggings from the Australian label Black Milk. I ordered an S and it fits comfortably.

Pretending to be a table lamp xD

And a steampunk earcuff from Etsy (Jynx's Box). It's pretty easy to wear and feels sturdy.

How I Messed Up

2011-07-18T23:40:00.005+08:00

Because if I don't write this here I'm never going to discharge this mulling.

I was called. I sat down. I tuned. I looked at the music in front of me. My peripheral vision sensed the bored audience. I sneaked glances at them, and while I did that the music started. I didn't realize I had started. When I did realize it all music went unheard. I heard only the piano. I knew I was making noise, but I couldn't quite hear it. A wrong note. Ouch. Too sharp. Adjusted. Good it sounds better. I think. I tuned off again. Piano. Where am I? I looked down. I was playing but it felt far away. Slipped. Wrong notes. Collapsed mordent. How could I have messed that up? Like dominoes, they went plop-plop-plop. Can I start over? The audience looked worried. Fourth position. The notes on paper went Arabic. Harmonics. And over. Over? Really? Applause. Thank you. I'm sorry for disappointing.

Next piece. I promise it's going to be better. The audience looked encouragingly. Strange, I heard myself this time. More. More. To make up for the atrocity of the racquet before. And over. I was there. I heard.

I woke up.

Did that really happen?

I think it did, because I'm back on my seat with an unsolved physics question.

Georgian Fiesta

2011-07-02T18:25:00.005+08:00

Today was an epic day for us. Just the day before we had already set up our Dessert Parlour at our assigned spot; it had pastel party banners and pretty pink paper wrapping the ugh-looking teacher's table. This morning when I arrived in school with all the coke and disposable wares, I was speechless seeing the spot empty of everything we put up yesterday. It was quite like a nightmare, then I woke up, and it was still empty.

Sue Fenn told me that our spot has been sacrificed for a last-minute outsiders' whim. We had to share with another class to set up our stall.

Naturally my emotional classmates Atiqah and Janice worked up quite a fit and went to see the Headmistress with our class teacher. It was quite a bit of drama because yesterday we were already assaulted by a couple of juniors who went table-slamming and shrill-shrieking because we took the table from their class (even though we were supposed to do that). Being calm, collected, relenting and peace-loving seniors we gave up our table and went all the way to get another one. And this morning, seeing our second efforts torn down it was quite frustrating. Thankfully non of us believe in omens (or we were too busy trying to set things right). Eventually the Headmistress let us have whichever spot we chose, so we chose one right in the middle of mostly everything.

I think we had about half an hour to set things up whereas the other stalls had the advantage of two hours. Still it was heart wrenching to see my classmates work furiously to get everything done in time. The first shift started immediately and quite smoothly. Everyone wanted coke float and our various-flavoured smoothies. Looking back I cannot remember what I was doing, only that I was so busy at that time I wasn't even thinking. About six quarters of hour later the milk for the smoothies was running low. I certainly did not expect it to be that popular. Funny how I made up a recipe in the spur of a moment and see it well-received.

So Janice and Yu Chia and I hopped on our awesome class teacher's car and went to Giant in Prangin Mall. It wasn't even open yet and the car park was completely deserted and then Yu Chia started talking about this car park murder. We waited a while and got to watch Giant open and be the first customers of the day.

Janice trying to look cool on the desolate supermarket escalator

Second shift started. I really cannot remember what I did. I think mopping up the floor and running to the freezer in the kiosk to get more ice cream and refilling ice boxes and throwing away rubbish and clearing the table and getting the promoters to go round selling float and asking my classmates if they are OK. Trivial matters. Shortly before that shift ended supplies were running low again and I had to trouble our class teacher again. We went to three different places to get three different things: cups, ice cream and ice. Janice called me five times to report on the desperate situation going on in the school. They were so desperate for cups that in order to meet the overwhelming orders of coke float they had started using bowls that were meant for banana splits.

Such that when I returned to school grounds I was received quite like a hero. Third shift has started. More customers, more orders, then coke and ice were running low. Yu Chia's mother went to buy coke for us because we didn't want to bother the class teacher for the third time. I had to beg other stalls to sell us ice, and since the teacher would not accept my desperate offer of twenty cents less than what she wanted, I had to resort to begging strangers nearby to get the twenty cents. Ah, you do anything when you're desperate.

And I was worried there will be no crowds

Our awesome promoter

Business resumed. The day went on. Happy Hour was on.

Janice and I went to 'check-in' our names at the toilet duty. In a desperate attempt to raise funds the school had implemented charges in order to use the bathroom and monitors were supposed to do shifts every half hour. Right. (I know I used desperate a lot of times in this post but it is still pretty underused to describe the school's financial situation). After writing in our names, we left and went to fulfill our childhood dreams.

But it was a scorching day and our feet burnt (when taking the pictures), so we asked for a refund (after taking pictures).

Yu Chia and her sister and I went to the Exam Room to count the coupons we had collected so far. It was, as Atiqah phrased it, bloody amazing.

This was the first one, the second one was slightly less

When I went back to our stall I saw this 'OUT OF STOCK' sign plastered over our cute menu and it was a rather poignant moment. Then as per ending food fair custom, we started selling whatever we had. Bunches of bananas, milk, fresh flowers, wafer sticks, whatever.

In the end I think we ranked second highest sales, losing first place to another ice-cream shop.

But it was a pretty epic day.

Bon Voyage by Susie Ghahremani

2011-06-28T16:42:00.003+08:00

I want to use this.

Apple

2011-06-27T17:24:00.003+08:00

Chung Ling Canteen Day

2011-06-25T11:34:00.003+08:00

Today I skipped my school's Sports Day to support my cousin's school (And of course to look for ideas and inspiration). I'm not so disappointed now that our Mystery Game is floating away and away, and that we have to sell food. It's fine and could even prove to be more fun.

One game that really amused me was this fishing game with a tissue-paper wrapped tool. Some of the rowdier players had their tissue paper disintegrate as soon as they went round the pool chasing goldfish.

Great now I've got two goldfish to take care of.

Higher Authoratives are Highly Annoying

2011-06-24T16:06:00.006+08:00

When I meant end of my fancy week I didn't realize such a horrid week is starting (My weeks start not on Monday but on particularly prominent days that seem to mark the beginning of a promising or otherwisely so week). I am so on the verge of giving-up; I feel so annoyed at myself for concentrating solely on not disappointing my class-mates that I forsake their welfare without realizing it.

I think, if the teacher completely disagrees to our proposal for the Food Fair (an interactive Mystery-Solving game), since we're a class and classes can't do games, only food or drinks, and NOT games PLUS food, because they can't see the gray between the black and white, we'll all sign up for Scrabble Club and do it as Scrabble Club members. Or give up and sell food, because Sarah has got chicken-pox and won't be able to come and 3 other classmates are busy.

Change of plan. Again. For the fourth time I believe; I hope no one throws their shoes at me.

Tomorrow I might go to Chung Ling's Food Fair and sneak around for ideas.

End of my Fancy Week

2011-06-23T23:02:00.004+08:00

Today I went to the Sports Day Rehearsal.

There was ice-cream and pizza.

There was good company to engage with.

There were cosy mats (made up of dried leaves) in the shade to sit idly by without anyone disturbing.

There was the sun.

It wasn't bad.

But I went home earlier anyway, to Yu Chia's house, because I felt adventurous. How I sneaked off without the guards knowing, in her car, I shall not write it down here for it is ludicrous now that I think of it. But it is something I have always wanted to do, so I suppose it is something I will recall with fondness. It required stow- away.

I like going to visit other people's houses.

Anyway, later in our last French class for this term, we watched this ridiculously stupid movie called 'RED IN DEAD'. It was so silly and brainless. We watched it in the dark, so after it has finished and we wanted to go out the main door was locked. Woot. (Good thing the person with keys lived nearby)

Fancy day, indeed. I wanted a fancy week, so here ends my fancy week. You do realize how new blog layouts inspire consistent streams of posts, don't you?