Tuesday, June 28, 2005
today was council investiture. (stepping down: the new depressant)
sonia just had to step on shamie's shoes just before we walked into the auditorium
so the banana started walking like some clown with a really constipated look la. and the guests were trying to stifle their laughter. and ms azlin gave this big eyed alarmed stare. then as we walked towards the back of the hall, shaminah lifted up her entire long leg and stuck her fingers into the court shoe to pull it back on. a very unglam act, so practically the entire two levels burst out laughing at her.
poor soul.
by the time she got over feeling embarrassed, sonia said she was starting to feel guilty.
HAHA. such hilarious people.
getting the testimonial from ms cheong. that was the longest handshake i have ever had in my entire life.
farewell was sweet. today rocked (:
i'm gonna miss council very much.
they flashed pictures of our last council camp (04) while waiting for the new exco to prepare their item, and it just suddenly dawned on me how fast last year had passed. and how fast this year was passing. and how soon we'll graduate from school itself. it still seems like just yesterday that i got to know people in my subcom so well. the late nights we spent inventing all those retarded games and jokes and nicknames.
bambam. gosh. of all the weirds.
as much as i complain about the way of life of a banana being life-shortening, the memories i've had in crescent are starting to be pretty to remember. and i should dare say by now that i'm proud to have been part of this banana family.
so starts the dispensation of regret once again. i should have treasured all the times we had together while we had the time.
but it's always the case that you don't know how much something truly means to you until you start losing it. by then it's too late to make much amends.
i remember the letter of resignation i wrote but didn't send, after all the incidents that happened within my notorious class. two against 40. it wasn't easy for huiqi and me, with opposing pressures from pres, dm, and class. but through the 2 years in council.. i know the two of us understand how to handle these pressures so much better.
and anyway, memories we have from council camp and leadership trg'05 makes all the shit so much easier to forget. :)
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Saturday, June 25, 2005
i feel so smart now! -grins broadly. cos youth retreat was highly educational.
a good IQ level gives me security. and security brings happiness.
as the saying goes, a happy spongebob is an effective spongebob.
and an effective spongebob prevents floods, which in turn gives the rest of human kind a sense of security. but this sadly doesn't give them high IQ.
it just makes them happy.
and happy faces are pretty.
and pretty faces are not ugly.
you know, like pretty ugly, but not exactly ugly.
HAHA. nuts.
school's opening in 2 days and i'm barely making sense.
i better go read more self help books.
the idiot's guide to finishing his sentanc WHA-?
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Thursday, June 23, 2005
haha.
happy la. vbs didn't die today. even though we had so few helpers.
still, we only had to look after microscopic, simple beings. (basking in the glory of being so
much taller than 4 to 6 year olds)
left at 830 for school. investiture rehearsal. so catwalky. our side of the hall had so many complications. it's gonna be okay tomorrow though. fast learners, slow do-ers.
listening to first suite in Eb now. it's quite amazing how gustav holst is able to think of such contrasting variations just backing on a 16 bar Eb scale. what a twisted mind.
someone once told me how musicians are able to come up with intersting tunes and methods because the electrical impulses found in the cranial nervous system differs in speed or path from that of other normal human beings. or something like that. cool eh.
maybe that's why mozart's hair was so bizzare. he frequently electrocuted himself.
such a perky guy.
the speed of occurrences around you determines how fast you do things/think things.
so i burnt a cd of super hip band songs and studied under its influence.
apparently, it's not working. maybe the player doesn't spin the CD fast enough.
even i can spin faster lah! i go help spin it k.
somewhere around the far west, you hear an explosion.
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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
i'll tell you the story of Cloony the clown
who worked in a circus that came through town.
his shoes were too big and his hat was too small
but he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
he had a trombone to play loud silly tunes
he had a green dog and a thousand balloons.
he was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall
but he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
and everytime he did a trick
everyone felt a little sick
and everytime he told a joke
folks sighed as if their hearts were broke
and everytime he lost a shoe
everyone looked awfully blue
and everytime he stood on his head
everyone screamed, "go to bed!"
and everytime he made a leap
everybody fell asleep
and everytime he ate his tie
everyone began to cry
and Cloony could not make any money
simply because he was not funny.
one day he said, "i'll tell this town
how it feels to be an unfunny clown."
and he told them all why he looked so sad
and he told them all why he felt so bad
he told of pain and rain and cold
he told of darkness in his soul.
and after he finished his tale of woe,
did everyone cry? oh nonono.
they laughed until they shook the trees
with "HAHAHAS" and "HEEHEEHEES"
they laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks
they laughed all day, they laughed all week
they laughed until they had a fit
they laughed until their jackets split.
the laughter spread for miles around
to every city, every town
over mountains, 'cross the sea
from Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee
and soon the whole world rang with laughter
lasting till forever after
while Cloony stood in the circus tent,
with his head drooped low and his shoulders bent
and he said "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT -
I'M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT."
and while the world laughed outside
Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.
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Saturday, June 18, 2005
today was a very eventful day.
cos the i overcame all the odds of procrastination, and came up with a good, constructive list of games for the kids to play this coming VBS.
not bad eh. it's a BIG accomplishment ok. i bet it's like one of the moments i'd grow up and think back, and say to myself "oh, those were the days. nothing much happens now i'm a skeleton"...
didn't go for choir though. God's probably quite angry now.
and i watched addams family. positive, He's hopping mad.
was doing physics in the morning, and i got bored. so i hung my head out of the window to take in the fresh morning air. ah, nothing beats the aroma of freshly chlorinated swimming pool water.
yucks.
all distractions aside, i heard my upstairs neighbour talking to his cigarette.
it was about his digestive system. of all the weirds.
but he was using the term "digestive cycle" instead.
i'm sure i just dug my ears. and i'm super sure cycle would signify that the input substance is similar to the output.
in other words, i'd try not to think of what the poor soul swallows on a daily basis.
this world is such a warped place.
don't know what to do tmr for monster.
father's day right.
haiyo.
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Monday, June 13, 2005
i think the virus mutated.
strange symptoms. i won't go into detail though. quite bloody.
i could give frankenstein a transfusion.
only he's dead. that stupid creature didn't even wait for me.
so much for pledging undying loyalty. waste my time.
will be going out tomorrow.
maybe i'll wear a mask.
bye.
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Saturday, June 11, 2005
two perpetual weeks of brain-consuming courses just ended. but somehow i don't look forward to the coming holidays.
i've just gotten used to the way teachers in crescent relish in making sure that every single one of us god-forsaken bananas turn in spongebobsquarepants by the end of this year. so now that i'm not piahing my butt off, i feel like a dysfunctional bonehead.
and i'm positive that there's this whole thick layer of bozone forming on my skull.
Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone later, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future. oh i was suffocated last night. haha. my nose completely clogged up and i refused to open my mouth to breathe.
cos in my nightmare, BUBBLES was trying to stuff a clump of wiggling ALGAE into my mouth.
i'm serious. ppg was trying to kill me. so i pursed my lips close just like a normal person would, and most alarmingly, i starting blacking out.
memories of my childhood whoozed past my face like polaroid pictures.but then i woke up gasping like a fish. still alive. HAHA. sad right.
okay lor.
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Monday, June 06, 2005
compre course today was a blast.
yah. probably the BLAH-st course i've ever sat awake through..
productive, sure. but that double surnamed woman spent about 1/3 of the 2 hours nagging.
eyes so BIG alr still put so much black eyeshadow. wanna hint hint that she didn't get enough sleep last night la. so we can cry for her.
her first words were "i am Flustered."
wah, quite original right your name. gd morning Mrs FLUSTERED. how are you today?
so she went on to tell us the entire story about how the master schedule screwed up.
"the previous class ended at 10.30am, and i'm supposed to be way over here at the other end of the school at 10.30am."
then what did you expect. 10.30pm? 12 hours to walk 50 metres? okay lor. the bio lab snails would be SO HONOURED to crawl the last 20 metres with you.
"i don't understand. i have the exact same schedule paper as Mrs Rupa."
it was photocopied. doofus.
"the last batch had to be hauled to the auditorium."
if we are elephants, you must be a dinosaur.
"and the vice principal had to come in to settle them down."
UH OH. you
dig him right. LOL
by the way, british slang is pretty hair-raising at times hmm?
i dig you. dig what dig? dig your grave ah, maybe.
spent a lot of time in the sun on sunday. sweltering heat. could practically see the heat waves on the field in west coast.. anws there's a tan line on my lip now. haha. pinkish bronze. lucky not chaota.
gonna plan vacation bible school this yr. muahaha. !!! -slap bish- owch.
okay fine i'll be nice.
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