It's been BURNING HOT lately.

The air in the classroom is stiflingly warm and doesn't circulate. We've been forced to switch on the aircon almost all the time to keep the temperature down. Jackets are madness.

When I was on the 156 this afternoon, the bus got noticeably warmer every time the doors opened. :/

I wanted to get ice-cream at Rivervale Mall to cool myself down just now, but remembered that I've been eating lots of cold, fatty food (like potato salad <3). So I ended up buying soy bean milk. -.-

In any case, I'm staying indoors these few days. I swear I can feel myself WILTING from the heat. Girls are delicate flowers of civilisation (hoho Sec1 Lit) and shouldn't be exposed to strong sunlight!



I should be doing homework, but who cares. In a warped way, this is kinda related to SS (:

OMG I WORE THE EXACT SAME SHIRT FOR POP CHALET '07 AND '08.

FASHION FAUX PAS MUCH.

If you see me wearing a black MIndustrie T-shirt again this year, hit me.

I am mortified.

Screw RALA homework. 1 term no homework then suddenly got 2 essays due tomorrow. Knn.

Yesterday was pretty fun (: Quite proud of myself seeing as there was the whole Uppersec AV Training-and-Inkspiration-the-day-before thing, but I still did okay. I think.

It was crazy trying to rush through lunch at KFC, but well done Germaine! Haha you totally owned la.

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Friday's Inkspiration performance didn't go as well as expected, but heck. I hope the audience had fun with Creative Insults. Lowersec is chao unresponsive k, they didn't even laugh at the "SHAMELESS" part in Britney sigh.

Joey wasn't able to perform for Lowersec Assembly thanks to her very pleasant teacher, who liked her so much she refused to release her even after 3 students and 1 teacher begged her to let Joey go.

Amazing how anal-retentive some people can get.

Uppersec AV Training was awesome, but it was really an euphemism for 'MASS CLEANUP SESSION'. So we shifted all the dusty old carpets out of the control room and Xinyuan swept up all the dust and we moved 3 boxes of rubbish downstairs into the huge bin.

And I'm eternally grateful to Vic and the Sec4s in the control room who convinced our FT to convert our individual TBDCs into a class booking. I didn't know whether to shout or cry when I heard we'd all be individually booked for being late to class once. But then again, who doesn't do things they'll regret in the heat of the moment?

Christine does NOT deserve the Phantom. Because the Phantom is unbelievably hot and sings well, and in any case Raoul has a bloody big nose which is totally unattractive.

And the kiss Christine and the Phantom shared just proves that I'm right.

WHY DID SHE GIVE HIM BACK THE RING NUUUUU.

Omg I'm unbelievably stressed right now.

Inkspiration teachers suddenly want to meet us tomorrow and we have to somehow magically think up a coherent performance by then. Nearly impossible, yeah.

Then I still have to study for BioSPA and do CCA (which actually should include long-overdue AV OT) stuff, plus finish my Math assignments by Friday.

Someone kill me now.

Yesterday was pretty fun (:

I woke up really early to go for ORA. Rach, Kester and I had arranged to meet at the RJ 7-11 at 7am beforehand, but I still ended up late by 10 minutes. But it was okay, because Rach was even later; she (like nearly all the RGS girls who hardly go to RI) was lost between RI(Sec) and RI(JC). On the way there I actually saw most of the RGS girls entering RI(Sec) instead of the JC section, which either means there was a shortcut or that nobody knew where the heck the event was and just decided to walk in and figure out along the way.

We stoned for quite a while before the actual event started, but before that we saw Ed, Josie and Russell Wong lol. Ed's practically unrecognizable now la :O He's so tall we kept mistaking him for a random JC guy, because his face was way above eye level. Josie seems to have developed a slouch reminiscent of Vic's slight hunch (as opposed to, I don't know, street-cool punks slouching on fences? He wishes).

Flagoff was pretty lame. The RGS contingent moved as one...

to take a leisurely stroll around the school. Some people started jogging, but most just took their time to explore and look around.

After that we descended into the total craziness of the RI(JC) canteen. It was damn crowded k. We didn't visit a lot of stalls because we were basically just trying to find Kester in the crowd then to get out as fast as possible. Rach and I ended up watching people playing Ultimate Frisbee with Kester for the next 1 1/2 hours, because even that was preferable to squeezing around with the crowd. Bryanlee tried to sell us lovers' keychains, but since we were all single (and poor) we didn't buy any. (:

Then when we got bored we went back into the canteen, and I braved the crowd to buy a pencilcase from the RIPB booth. There were two prefects who wanted to buy stuff too, so we combined and got a discount heh. Unfortunately, the RGSPB booth selling Rafflesian, uh, clothing (for lack of a better word; they were selling pullovers and caps) was getting all its business stolen by RIPB. I also got gelato from the OSL booth, which Denise now says later went for $2 for 2 scoops ARGHHHHH. I bought it for like $3 a scoop?!

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After that I left Rach and Kester to their own devices and went home. I didn't have enough money in my EZlink card to pay for the LRT connection home after I took the bus, so I walked all the way home from Sengkang MRT sigh.

But since I was already walking, I decided to take a trip down memory lane, so I made a slight detour and passed D---- Student Care Centre.

I spent 4 months in P3 there learning that teachers aren't always benevolent and nice, and a lot of them there were really only working at the student care centre for the money - the fees weren't cheap, but we got lousy teachers and bad food. I remember asking for second helpings quite a few times and having them tell me that if I wanted seconds that day, I'd have to get second helpings everyday. Their rationale? That they didn't want kids getting more food only when they liked the fare that day. Of course that was total crap; can't people be hungry some days and have no appetite on others? But kids are easy to tyrannise, so we suffered in silence. D:

Then there was the Math Grades saga. I had a best friend, V, in the same class as I was. We normally averaged 90+ marks for Math, but once I only got 88 marks for a CA. You wouldn't believe what the supervisor of the centre did about it - she told V to stay away from me because I would be a 'bad influence' on her grades. (What a bitch.) I was damn pissed when V told me about it, but she didn't stay away from me either and I was grateful for that.

(Bloody bitch was wrong about me, because I later topped my standard AND qualified for GEP. She couldn't take credit for both either, because by then I'd transferred to another student care centre (see below).)

I complained everyday to my mum about it, but she told me to bear with it until we found an alternative.

That was, until I decided to do something about it by first doing a little survey of my peers to find out their feelings about the treatment we were getting. Once I confirmed that everyone was as against it as I was, I tried to organise a mass walkout and switch to a new Muslim student care centre that was being set up around 1.5km away.

...Needless to say, it didn't work. I ended up leaving by myself for the new student care centre 2 months later.

It was actually cheaper to put me there, because Rivervale Student Care Centre was a joint venture by Jamiyah and Northeast CDC and charged lower fees. I was the second student to enrol there 2 weeks after it opened; the first was a boy one year older than me named Hadi. I didn't like him at first because he kept staring at me suspiciously and we were the only two there so it was fairly awkward, but he turned out to be a really nice person (: The centre soon filled up with both Malay and Chinese students. I think I had my best times there, because the teachers actually truly cared about us though they were mostly in their late teens or early 20s. Most of them were fresh out of JC/Poly and either waiting to get a better job or for their 'A' level results. The food was great too, and they weren't stingy with it (I once had 4 helpings of an excellent fish curry); in fact they encouraged us to eat more more more more more! This being a joint setup by a Muslim social services centre and a CDC, they accepted students from lower-income families who paid half the usual fees, but they treated us all fairly.

Maybe memory colours things positively, but when I went there yesterday, I saw that it had evolved in a good way - they'd updated the computers to flatscreens and come up with incentives to improve the kids' grades. The menu was up on the noticeboard outside, and the food seems just as good now as it was 5 years ago (:

D----, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have improved much. Screw them. I hope all their business gets stolen by student cares which deserve it better.

But more than that, I hope my friends - those who didn't want to leave even though they knew they weren't being treated fairly - did something about it in the end. After I left, some did transfer from D---- to my new student care centre, though I won't go so far as to claim credit for it.

Omg that was a long rant :O

I also stood outside Rivervale Primary for a while, but the guards were staring at me so I didn't go in. I miss Mr Yeo Ah Tee ): He was the one who believed in me enough to put me in the best class when technically I wasn't supposed to be there, being a transfer student and all. I love Rosyth for all the friends I made there, but I love Rivervale because they honestly did the best they could for the students they got.

...Sigh I need to mug for BioSPA now. Sian. I want to go back to P3; it was loads slacker than Sec3.

There's this person who I dislike a lot for no good reason. I used to try being mean to her, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt I got whenever I did so.

I FINALLY REALISED WHY TODAY.

She's ugly, but she also bears a resemblance to my GRANDMA. She's ugly because she looks super old, but her features are a lot like my grandmother's.

Omg la. I shall never be mean to her again. It's too uncanny and I'll just feel guilty because my grandma's really nice.

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I was a total loser during BioSPA FA today.

I happily decided that the glucose and glucose+amylase solution had to be put in a water bath at 37 degC, but had no idea what to do beyond that. So I put the two test tubes in and thought long and hard about what to do. In the end I gave up and asked Leevoon what we were supposed to do. But right after she told me the answer, Mrs Prama cheerfully gave us what seemed like the entire answer key O.o

But anyway I ended up having to redo the experiment. Voony was nice enough to help me wash everything arghhh I feel so bad.

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Yesterday was a good day :D

Math was okayish; totally screwed one assignment but got full marks for the long division one (oh the irony. I flunked long division during the ACTUAL graded assignment today).

Chem was actually pretty fun because I got accurate results for Titration (the second time round; first time was screwed because I accidentally introduced dihydrogen monoxide into the titrant). The bummer was that I realised I should've been scolded for making a certain mistake but didn't because...I don't know, my teacher thinks I'm cute or something. (No, really. She tried to hug me once, but I think I mentioned this before.) Someone else got scolded for it instead. Sigh.

RALA was dreary because we did Lang. Again. Yawn.

DC was AWESOME KAYS :D Question 4 was "What are the consequences of your actions? Who has been affected by them?"

Yingxin was super upset that I didn't put her name down lul. I wrote something like "Global warming, which has been almost scientifically proven to have caused the breakaway of the Antarctic Ice Shelf. Those affected by the consequences of my actions are penguins (short term) and the few million people living in coastal cities around the world, in the long run."

It was damn fun. I almost didn't want it to end D: sigh. I wrote a nice long reflection.

Training was cool too (: Quite sad that I missed half of it for DC, though both were fun. At least I didn't miss the best part.

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Hmm I'm watching the film we couldn't finish watching during RS today. It's rather...intriguing.

Sometimes I wonder how the fact that a fair number of people (meaning more than 10) read this blog affect my blogging.

For one, sometimes things happen and I might feel lousy about it and I might really want to type stuff like "****(insert swear word) I DIDN'T GET A BLOODY 4.0 FOR LIT" (which is true btw) but can't, because a LOT of people have never heard me swear before and are under the impression that I don't. Which I do.

I'm sick of only being one facet of my personality.

And then I might want to post up poetry or stories I've written, but having an audience means I've got to be (somewhat) conscious of it. I don't want to tone things up or down for anyone's sake.

I think I'll restart my randomwritings blog. Maybe I'll tell people about it and maybe I won't, but it won't be impossible to find. (:

Omg Xinyuan just posted this awesome poem on her blog. It's by some guy called Cole Porter. Actually I don't know why I like this one so much, but it's just this thing about poetry - some just speak to you and you fall in love at first sight :D

Oh wait. It's actually a song. Lol.

...It sounds horrible when sung nuuuuu. Argh disillusionment. The only time I really liked a song's lyrics was when I heard Addicted by Simple Plan. It's magical.

Addicted - Simple Plan
I heard you're doin' okay
But I want you to know
I'm addic- (a d*ck)
I'm addicted to you

I can't pretend I don't care
When you don't think about me
Do you think I deserve this?
I try to make you happy
But you left anyway

I'm tryin' to forget
But I'm addicted to you
But I wanted
And I needed
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never
Want to do this again
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker

Since the day I met you
And after all we've been through
Still addic-
I'm addicted to you
I think you know that it's true

I'd run a thousand miles to get to you
Do you think I deserve this
I tried to make you happy
I did all that I could
Just to treat you good in every way

How long will I be waiting
Till the end of time
I don't know why I'm still waiting
I can't make you mine

I'm trying to forget
But I'm addicted to you
But I wanted
And I needed
I'm addicted to you

Actually, now that I've seen them properly, they're just normal love song lyrics. K I've no idea why I liked them so much.

Anthem of a million primary school crushes (: I miss being P6, with all the scandals, confessions of love, girlfriend-boyfriend rumours etc. RGS is so...bleached-soaped-scrubbed clean.

In a way, I'm pretty glad I went to GEP. I enjoyed my primary school life thoroughly because most of us didn't have to worry about PSLE or secondary school admissions (except during the DSA period) and could have fun while the rest of our batchmates were mugging their heads off.

And the post-PSLE period was awesome :D I remember all the guitar sessions, where Rach, Vic and I learnt to play the guitar (which eventually landed Rach 1st place, and I 12th place in one of the Guitar Ensemble trials). Unfortunately, I never bothered to learn beyond a few chords :/ Which kind of explains my sucky performance during the selection trial. But whatever la it's not like I particularly wanted to join anyway heh. (:

I am proud to announce that my plans for Good Friday went well :D

I'd planned to do two things: make potato salad and study.

So I slept in until 8+, then woke up, ate breakfast, did Math and went to the supermarket to lug groceries home. Lunch, then started on my first activity of the day: cooking.

Unfortunately, my mum and I couldn't find any decent potatoes at the supermarket (and we were too lazy to walk to the market which was 2 LRT stops away), so we made meatballs instead. Actually my mum did most of the chopping and dicing, but I shaped the meatballs and washed loads and loads of dishes.

The meatballs were awesome :D They're like the ones I brought to school for lunch on Friday, only even better.

Then I did Chem and fell asleep on my bed for 2 1/2 hours, before waking up with a heavy, aching head.

I forget what I did next, but anyway I had dinner and slacked around before finally getting on the computer at 9.30, concluding my day of almost-noncomputer usage (:

I think I shall post up a homework list too.

Chinese:
Compo outline - finish, but it doesn't look like Laoshi's going through it anytime soon. Finish anyway because everyone else did.
Math:
FINISH RANDOM WORKSHEETS ARGHHHHH.
Recopy messy-looking Functions assignment. It's due next week.
RALA:
Read cheem readings.
Physics:
Find out what Ms Ning was talking about for the past few weeks. (Okay I KNOW what she was talking about. I just want to know it really well.)
Chem:
LEARN HOW TO DO TITRATION ARGHHH. But it's just that, thankfully.
Brush up on Chem SepTechs (I didn't get "Gd!" on my assignment this time NUUUU)
Do Moles revision thingy because I failed my quiz superbadly (forgot to bring periodic table yay).
Bio:
Do Biozone.
Stick worksheets into Bio journal.

Unlike Denise, I never seem to be able to finish all my homework.

Take, for example, yesterday and today.

After school, I did the FA thingum plus dug around and couldn't find my Partial Fractions for Math.

The rest of the time (and I mean a few hours) I spent doing up the damned Chinese powerpoint which I thought was due today but actually wasn't.

Today:

I went for SSA and reached home at around 5.15pm. Washed up, had teabreak plus a bath etc. For Math I read through my Functions stuff (but didn't actually do the worksheets) briefly, then read through Titration 1 and finished the worksheet from the last Chem lesson. I am now almost an expert on, uh, Calculations Involving Balanced Chemical Equations.


...Whatever.

Anyway it's around 8pm now and I AM SUPER BEHIND ON MY WORK LA. Die die die.

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To someone feeling alone;
Nobody ever cared about me anyway.

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A brilliant film opportunity!

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Today was a completely, totally sucky day.

First, we had RALA. Unfortunately, it was the Language block, so we spent the entire time doing something boring. I think it was How To Craft An Effective Introduction To Your Argumentative Essay.

Then we had Bio. We got back our Bio marks. Which, in my case, sucked. It was my first 3.2 of the year, dammit!

Recess, then Chem. We got back our ChemSPA marks. Lousy lousy lousy. Plus I got niaoed by the teacher because I didn't siam fast enough when she was looking around to check who was copying corrections instead of listening to her.

SS was okay. Quite interesting la. But I'm sick of hearing that no matter who reports the news, it can never be fully objective. Isn't there ONE news network in the world that can give a report uncoloured by bias?

Math sucked. I finished my Functions assignment only to find that I got one whole question wrong, and now I'm going to have to recopy the entire darned thing. RAWR.

CLE was gross. Mr Lee played this video with some maid abusing a kid. I couldn't help going all "THAT IS BLOODY SICK LA" loudly when she was hitting the girl. I'm sure everyone agreed with me, or they'd have scolded me for swearing.

Then after taking 156 home with Vic, I decided to go get a snack at Rivervale Mall. Yay, there was an otah stall open! So I happily bought 4 spicy fish otahs and went back home to eat it.

IT WAS FOOD FROM THE LAND OF BRIMSTONE AND FIRE, I TELL YOU. Freakingly spicy la. I had to drink tons of milk (I found out during the course of my Sec2 Integrated Science PT research that cold fresh milk is the best way to get rid of the spicy feeling on your tongue) to wash it down.

Bah.

I know this post might come across as insensitive at this point of time, when many classes from my batch have just received our (fairly abysmal) SS papers.

Or maybe you, like me, are sick of reading about the Tudung Issue. But these few pieces by Alfian Sa'at (yes, THE Alfian Sa'at, writer and playwright extraordinaire) are brilliant. They were taken from his blog, go read!

In the order they were posted:

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4:00 am - the bridge (excerpt)

No Muslims, and the followers of any other religion, are denied anything but the fullest scope to practise their faiths. … This is the only way for multi-cultural Singapore. The tudung and any other forms of religious adornment worn by Muslims anywhere, anytime, are nobody's business but theirs—except for schools…

Straits Times Editorial, 5 February 2002

Whenever Maslina was late, she would walk out of the toilet dripping wet, clutching a towel that was wrapped around her body. This was her way of telling me that she did not even have the time to dry herself. I watched as she took long, brisk strides to her bedroom, on tiptoe, to avoid leaving footprints of water on the floor.

“Are you late?” I asked. “Don’t run. You’ll slip.”

“I’m supposed to be at the interview at eleven. It’s ten thirty already!”

“I’ve ironed your clothes for you. Later I’ll give you money for a taxi.”

Maslina went into my bedroom, her face scowling, her hair soaked in clumps. I had prepared a white long-sleeved shirt for her, and black slacks. This was one of her two interview outfits. The other was a light green baju kurung. And then I heard her voice, suddenly rising, agitated.

“Mak, what about my tudung?”

“Your tudung?”

A sharp sigh from her. “You didn’t iron it?”

She didn’t wait for my answer, and stormed into her bedroom. I followed her and watched as she pulled scarves of various colours from her drawer and flung them behind her. It looked like a magic show that had gone very wrong.

“You don’t have to throw your tudung all over like this.” I bent over and started picking them up.

“Leave them. I’ll clear them when I come back.”

“Why must you lose your temper like this? What good does it do?”

“Mak, I have no time. Do you understand? I just asked you to help me, and you do this to me.”

“What did I do?”

Maslina had found a black tudung. She rushed back to my bedroom and switched on the iron. She had to wait for it to heat up. If she were ironing, she could have found a way for her temper to find its voice, through the hiss of the iron, its clank on the steel plate. That was usually the way she spoke to me when she was angry, always absorbed in a task that would prevent her from facing me. We were a family that could never look at one another in the eyes and raise our voices at the same time.

The iron clicked. Its orange indicator was an amber light that had broken her momentum. Maslina sighed. She looked at me, and her face had softened slightly, from frustration to self-pity.

“Mak. You know I always wear my tudung for interviews. What are you trying to do?”

“But your hair is so wet. You shouldn’t wear the tudung when your hair’s not completely dry yet. It’s not good for your hair.”

“It’s my hair, Mak. I can do whatever I want with it.” She had begun to spread the black tudung on the ironing board.

“You’re late,” I said. “Why don’t you just try not wearing it for today?”

“What?”

“Mas, you’ve been looking for a job for the past three months. All your friends have found jobs. You keep going for interviews and I see you getting so excited whenever your phone rings. You’re a graduate, Mas. Why is this happening? I don’t like to see you like this. I feel so sorry for you, but I can’t do anything.

“So you think my tudung is the problem?”

“Why don’t you just try not wearing it? For today.”

“Mak, you don’t put it on and take it off whenever it suits you.”

“Once you get the job, you can start wearing it again.”

“If they want me, it’s because I can do the job.”

“You show me all these advertisements where they’re asking for Chinese, Chinese, Chinese. We’re not living in Malaysia anymore.”

Mas went silent. And then she spoke, softly, although the edge in her voice was unmistakable.

“That’s not my fault, Mak.”

I watched as Maslina folded her scarf into half until it had become a triangle. She put on a dark blue skull-cap and draped the tudung over her head. She then fastened it with a silver brooch. It was something she had done countless times, but today she was staging it just for me.

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2:53 am - tudung interviews (5)

"4 still wearing tudung as deadline approaches: The Primary 1 girls face suspension if they don't stop wearing it to school by Friday; principals still trying to convince parents"

ST, Jan 30, 2002

Tudung Interview (5)

I had already bought
The standard blouse and skirt
For my daughter.

I told my husband it wasn’t
Plan B, but a sample,
For cross matching.
If we’re making this new set for her
We’d better make sure
We got the exact shade.

So I hunted for cloth in Arab Street,
Picked out
A dark cotton blue.
Made a skirt out of it,
Just longer than usual.

Until the very last moment
I waited for my husband
To change his mind,
The real school uniform
Holding its breath
In the cupboard.

My daughter never got round
To wearing it.
I think of it sometimes
Hanging in the dark
Like a kind of afterbirth
The unformed, stillborn twin
A ghost

Sucking on mothballs
As if they were sweets.

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5:44 am - tudung interviews (6)

Tudung Interview (6)

This kind of thing, so hard to say.
I want to say also, later they will ask
Who are you, what you know about
Other people’s belief? So this kind of thing
Like my father say, is better don’t say.

Not say not my business. Not say
I just look away, pretend don’t know,
Other people’s problem is not
My problem. The newspaper already
Say, in school you cannot stand out,

Because this kind of thing is called
Common space, correct or not?
Everyone wear the same, look
The same, so people treat you the same.
Chinese, Malay, Indian, no problem.

Not say cannot wear. You want
To wear can go to the religious school,
Still got this option, correct? Or else
You can go Malaysia, I never say
Go back, not like people over there

Always say to the Chinese, if you don’t like
The system here, you can go back to China.
In Malaysia, it’s your people everywhere.
Your sense is common sense, your space
Is common space. But don't say I say.

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6:16 am - tudung interviews (1)

Tudung Interview (1)

How can they say I have
Imposed my will
On my child?

There is only God’s will
And we who are the willing.

They say the girl
Is too young
To think for herself,
That she is a pawn
In her father’s hands,

As he himself is a pawn
In the hands of others—
To corner the king
On a board
Of black and white squares.

But He above sees more
Than two colours
Infinite the spectrum of His moves

Of which we understand
Only mercy and wrath.

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...Told you. He's awesome. And he was a CAP participant twice! I wish he'd gone for CAP last year, though. I was hoping we'd get to hear him speak :(

When I stared out at the road
watching the bus accelerate and leave -
it wasn't my bus, again -
I wondered to you if people in buses ever felt
like they'd lost their identities
in the swirl of proletarian bus-taking humanity.

You stared at me,
unable to break the rice curtain
the wall dividing my world from yours.

Later, you stared out at the same road
watching the people left behind as the bus accelerated and left -
it wasn't their bus, again -
you wondered to me if people who couldn't pay to ride in cars
ever thought about why they were that way
trapped as proletarians; unable to afford an identity.

At least we both agreed on something, you said;
that one day, we would not need to ride in buses
when we were liberated from the poverty of youth.

But are shared dreams enough for a friendship?

Omg I really really want to go for IGGY Summer U in Alberta to do Creative Writing/Global Citizenship. But I'll almost definitely need a bursary, and though I qualify for most bursaries my parents refuse to apply for overseas trip bursaries for some odd masochistic reason.

And so far there's only the Warwick one, which would be good if not for the fact that it's freaking 900 pounds and we don't have that kind of money.

And the school's only sending a few people (by 'a few', I mean less than 5) based on RA teacher recommendations and Sec2 GPA. Whee.

But I suppose one can dream. I'll dream of a sudden windfall and an glowing writeup by Dr Sakhar.

Today was Tie-Two-Ponytails-Day :D

Lydia, Vic and I tied our hair in two ponytails today in honour of Lydia's and Vic's Jap buddies, who have awfully cute ponytails.

People kept asking me why I was being extra, but I like the look (: I should've answered something like "So that you won't be able to tell us apart for once."

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It's been terribly hot lately. The thing is, people keep cranking the aircon temperature down till it becomes terribly cold.

Ah well. Maybe I'll finally get a chance to wear my RI hoodie during RALA. It's been in the cupboard ever since our class decided to switch off the aircon nearly for good.

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I'm listening to an odd mix of I Not Stupid Too theme song and Michael Jackson songs now. To hell with his molestation charges, I like his music.


'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
Thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

I love the part where the zombies all start dancing in perfect synchronisation. :D


In relation to the previous post, Xinyuan says I'm developing a Pavlovian reaction to Math homework.

That's fairly disturbing, because whenever I see the name "Pavlov", my mouth waters. I have no idea why it happens, but it does.

...Woof, woof.

Maybe I can bark to the tune of The Final Countdown.

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Inkspiration meeting tomorrow :/ Sigh yet another unfree Friday. Then again, I love Ms Sandy Leow's energy and the fact that she dares to dream big (:

About 20 minutes ago, my mum asked me to go do my Math homework. Subconsciously, without thinking, I started humming this strange tune that seemed to fit with the mood.

After some searching, I realised it was 'The Final Countdown'. I wonder what this means. Have I somehow developed a subconscious reaction to Math that involves Armageddon and the Earth bursting into flames?

Either way, I'm still doing Math, and The Final Countdown's still playing on Youtube. I told you, it just seems to go with the feeling of this whole homework-completing thing. Sigh.

fifteen. a chopstick (though not chopstick-thin). ex-coralite, ex-riverlite, ex-rosythian and now a rafflesian.
member of rgsrcy&aikirinashi; love always
and rgavpa - girls in black.

hobo. part-time PUSSian.