It never fails to astound me how distinctively clueless I am. Just finished going over the latest SEA history essay I had to keep chasing after a very-busy-and-on-the-verge-of-departure Mrs. Chia to explain. Clearly, I'd screwed it up again - there's something I just don't GET about this subject. Just something my reasoning system cannot process. My right-brain is likely on so much overload that my left-brain has retreated into permanent hibernation.
I'll probably only have to see my orthodontist one more time officially, and I'm not sorry. Take today. "A lot of new pimples!" she observes while poking metal objects painfully at my teeth. Curse her light. And there were two weird cleaners at the carpark area who were engaged in a sort-of-fight with mops and Caution: Wet Floor signboards. I couldn't really tell though. The guy kept slamming that Wet Floor sign really forcefully against the girl's legs while she tried to snatch the mop out of his hands. ABUSE. I could have slammed it over his head. Don't they have anything better to do?
T-Day concert at RJ was pretty good although I can't remember much other than Mr. Eric Lee's funky purple acoustic. I WANT ONE! (Emphasizing the want, not need). Okay maybe I should learn how to play first. And Mona Chew's yellow sari, Mr. Reeves as Simon Cowell. Mr. Loh was very tickled by our "10 reasons why 1c has a free period" T-shirt - he is so incredibly sporting and one-of-us-ish. Don't even want to think about the state of our class administration when he leaves. We'll give his replacement hell without even intending it.
SC was still in mid-celebration even though it was almost noon by the time I got back. I found my friends and stood watching the remainder of the performances with my mouth hanging open. How could I forget how enthusastically talented SC students are? I apologise for looking condescendingly upon our juniors. And how loud the cheers were - almost took the roof off the amphi-theatre. Unscrupulously talented and confident without the up-there looks package is the beauty of the SC spirit. They had prepared such a lovely T-Day lunch at the Spice Rooms with candles and lighting and all. Huixin would not stop disappearing into them even though they were out-of-bounds to students to talk to her beloved teachers. I had to drag her out by the collar practically, and in the process gave Ms. Audrey Tan (anagrammatically A Ready Nut) an opportunity to shoot venomeous glances at my green skirt and yell "Out, Out!"
Later went to Black Canyon Coffee with Huixin, Liming, Cons and Han for lunch. It felt so good to be with the friends you knew in less complicated times. Spicy tuna pasta and pineapple freeze *rubs hands together in greedy glee*. Then we switched over to Mac's where I ate shaker fries and a sundae. Everyone appalled with my appetite. I guess you get influenced after 8 months of eating with boys. It was so funny walking home and standing at the juncture where Liming and Constance had to cross the road to take the bus exchanging a last few anecdotes. I miss them, I miss the simple congruent nature of SC life, but I wouldn't want to go back. No I wouldn't. "Wouldn't change a thing..."