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May. 28th, 2005
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May. 28th, 2005 04:01 pmI'M SUCH A RETARD.
I FORGOT THAT I'M GOING AWAY FOR 5 DAYS.
STARTING TOMORROW.
I FORGOT THAT I'M GOING AWAY FOR 5 DAYS.
STARTING TOMORROW.
A feather!
Light as a feather!
It floats, flies
Through any kind of weather.
A stone!
Heavy as a stone!
It sinks, it stops
Straight to the bottom of alone.
A breeze!
Gentle as a breeze!
It flits, it flutters
Through the world in Paris
Paris here is pronounced as 'Peh-ree'.
I think I like my sad poems better. :\ Was it PChua or Fahy that said, "Humans are more creative when sad"? My bet's on Fahy. HAHAHA. Well, I paraphrased the quote, so it probably seems like PChua said it. *evil grin*
Aiiiiya. I have Japanese homework to do. Why did I start on it last week? Horrid past-tenses. :\ I've got four more pages to plough through and approximately two hours to do it. I'm still procrastinating. What is wrong with me?
Ugh. My (fat!) legs are moaning from the stress of yesterday. It's been sucha long time that I've been so physically abused by a school. The LTC pre-camp briefing was an absolute torture for someone as unfit and as unkempt on land like me. Firstly, waking up at 7am on a Saturday already made me go nuts, for a briefing at that! If it was for band or school or whatever, I'd begrudgingly wake up. But for a briefing? No thank you!
I'm in group 9 with Jon, Tyla (Astro), Jacq (Astro), Melissa (Canoeing), Shaun (Canoeing), Daryl (Track), Rachel (Art club) and Zhi Qin (??). Charles and Anne are (surprisingly!) our facilitators. Hoho. We're so band-dominated, our group is. After getting to know each other a little better (not really, but y'know) after a few ice-breakers, the torture started. Ugh. Physical training. ;__; To make it short, we were made to crab-walk and duck-walk around and then carry a huge log around school. The log wasn't the problem. The animal-esque walking was. I'm so dead for the coming 20km walk/run/crawl during the camp. I'm going to be eaten and swallowed alive by grass when we trek around Pulau Ubin.
After that, we went back to the auditorium to choose group names for ourselves. It was a tussle between "Toothpaste" (9! 9! We make you shine!) and "Hoi hoi!" (after our teacher-in-charge, Mr Hoi). For some inane reason, the teachers chose Hoi hoi!. Teachers, sometimes you just make me wonder if I'm from Mars, or you are.
I didn't manage to get my blazer again with Mindy and I bet PChua is tearing her hair out now. I can't blame her. We're going off on Wednesday and WE HAVEN'T GOT OUR BLAZERS YET. Blame it on the lack of blazers/organization the office has. Snerk.
Band was really. I guess, I can't make a full, proper comment because I was bumbling around the notes with a spoilt instrument. OMG SEND MY INSTRUMENT FOR REPAIR DAMNIT, before I become desperate and get a screw loose! Literally. I think Sir was in a bad mood. Scratch that, he was in a bad mood. I made stupid mistakes which I'd love to blame on my instrument, but I can't do so. It seems so irresponsible to shove all the blame on my bari. I'm not up to par, I have to admit. I'm not good at all and I need to work harder.We didn't even manage to play Japanese Graffitti D:.
The post of VP-Student Conductor is open to everyone. How tempting. How very tempting. I've always known myself to be a supoprt-person. The notion of even signing up seems ludicrous to me. Yet...
I hung around the band room after practice finished even though I didn't need to. In the end, I left after one hour and went home by myself. I like being alone. It gives me time to think, or to keep my mind peacefully blank, as I watch the cars roll past the rumbling bus.
Silence, ironically, is one of my greatest pleasures.
Light as a feather!
It floats, flies
Through any kind of weather.
A stone!
Heavy as a stone!
It sinks, it stops
Straight to the bottom of alone.
A breeze!
Gentle as a breeze!
It flits, it flutters
Through the world in Paris
Paris here is pronounced as 'Peh-ree'.
I think I like my sad poems better. :\ Was it PChua or Fahy that said, "Humans are more creative when sad"? My bet's on Fahy. HAHAHA. Well, I paraphrased the quote, so it probably seems like PChua said it. *evil grin*
Aiiiiya. I have Japanese homework to do. Why did I start on it last week? Horrid past-tenses. :\ I've got four more pages to plough through and approximately two hours to do it. I'm still procrastinating. What is wrong with me?
Ugh. My (fat!) legs are moaning from the stress of yesterday. It's been sucha long time that I've been so physically abused by a school. The LTC pre-camp briefing was an absolute torture for someone as unfit and as unkempt on land like me. Firstly, waking up at 7am on a Saturday already made me go nuts, for a briefing at that! If it was for band or school or whatever, I'd begrudgingly wake up. But for a briefing? No thank you!
I'm in group 9 with Jon, Tyla (Astro), Jacq (Astro), Melissa (Canoeing), Shaun (Canoeing), Daryl (Track), Rachel (Art club) and Zhi Qin (??). Charles and Anne are (surprisingly!) our facilitators. Hoho. We're so band-dominated, our group is. After getting to know each other a little better (not really, but y'know) after a few ice-breakers, the torture started. Ugh. Physical training. ;__; To make it short, we were made to crab-walk and duck-walk around and then carry a huge log around school. The log wasn't the problem. The animal-esque walking was. I'm so dead for the coming 20km walk/run/crawl during the camp. I'm going to be eaten and swallowed alive by grass when we trek around Pulau Ubin.
After that, we went back to the auditorium to choose group names for ourselves. It was a tussle between "Toothpaste" (9! 9! We make you shine!) and "Hoi hoi!" (after our teacher-in-charge, Mr Hoi). For some inane reason, the teachers chose Hoi hoi!. Teachers, sometimes you just make me wonder if I'm from Mars, or you are.
I didn't manage to get my blazer again with Mindy and I bet PChua is tearing her hair out now. I can't blame her. We're going off on Wednesday and WE HAVEN'T GOT OUR BLAZERS YET. Blame it on the lack of blazers/organization the office has. Snerk.
Band was really. I guess, I can't make a full, proper comment because I was bumbling around the notes with a spoilt instrument. OMG SEND MY INSTRUMENT FOR REPAIR DAMNIT, before I become desperate and get a screw loose! Literally. I think Sir was in a bad mood. Scratch that, he was in a bad mood. I made stupid mistakes which I'd love to blame on my instrument, but I can't do so. It seems so irresponsible to shove all the blame on my bari. I'm not up to par, I have to admit. I'm not good at all and I need to work harder.
The post of VP-Student Conductor is open to everyone. How tempting. How very tempting. I've always known myself to be a supoprt-person. The notion of even signing up seems ludicrous to me. Yet...
I hung around the band room after practice finished even though I didn't need to. In the end, I left after one hour and went home by myself. I like being alone. It gives me time to think, or to keep my mind peacefully blank, as I watch the cars roll past the rumbling bus.
Silence, ironically, is one of my greatest pleasures.
