PW is one of the things i could never understand about our education system. really, it is horrible how we have to rewrite our PIs multiple times over. what a bloody waste of time.
but i do have a wonderful group of eccentric personalities, so group discussions are never dull. we have just the right mix of humour, talent and hard work. everybody else should be really jealous. i hear some people are already planning to kill us off one by one.
anyway, from what i hear not everybody is as blessed as i am, having to work with other worts and all. i myself have worked with pains-in-the-butt before, so believe me when i say i truly understand your situation. such is our life and luck in this imperfect world.
somehow i feel unusually calm in the whole mess that comes with dealing with my PI, i wonder why. it feels so surreal. i guess im not in the right momentum of doing any work yet, which explains the perpetually confused look on my face and unnaturally slow reflexes.
talentime 2006
if not for support for a good friend of mine, i would not even have spared a thought on spending a single dime on talentime. its not that i doubt that no one in njc has any real talent. its just that i get bored easily, and sitting in a concert for 3 hours straight would harm me permanently, especially if the performers are no good.
however, i was mildly surprised and hugely entertained by the range of talents that could be found in a school of gray(pun, definitely intended). dont believe me? tell me which other school has a girl who can sing opera and actually be in tune. find me an acapella group of girls who can write their own song about eating bubblegum and actually make it rhyme and sing it in tune.
of course, there are the usual major disappointments that you see on stage all the time. i dont want to be a bitch about it, so ill just say that i applaud and marvel at their courage for going onstage, under the scrutiny of 5oo people, for 5 whole minutes without wetting their pants.
then there are times when the singing gets so bad that it actually becomes good. i mean, how bad can an impersonation of michael jackson's "smooth criminal" be? trust me. i have watched too many lame imitations. that performance, takes the gold. it was hilarious. i almost fell off my chair laughing(and mind you, i was sitting dangerously at the top, right next to the stairs). annie is so much more than ok. good job guys.
it was fun.
i hope everyone's doing fine in their new schools. its been, i dunno, 3 weeks? its always difficult for people to get used to something new and different, but we were made to adapt.
there is nothing to say about my school so far. there is hardly any other adjective i can think of to describe life now except "ok". its really quite dull and the monotony is almost stifling. i could almost wish that a psychotic flasher would step into our school to do some stunts, just for the sake of giving the school a life. i think the grey in our uniforms is starting to get into our heads and brainwash us into becoming a horde of mindless zombies.
the most exciting thing that has happened to me so far is getting to know a guy who is unreasonably prejudiced againt the american bush administration. he says that his ambition in life is to build a nuclear bomb in iran and use it on the u.s., and it seems to me that that he has got everything planned out quite nicely. he has been taking lessons on bomb-making i think. hmmm. hatred is a very powerful thing. it can literally blow your mind to pieces.
hes a really funny guy, and for all those bent on assassinating certain presidents, he can really teach you how to bring a dramatic end for your evil schemes. come to think of it, hes like V in V for Vendetta, only without the intensity and cool dagger tricks and the creepy mask and sexy voice and cool eccentric personality and a tendency to use words that start with the letter v and the actual possession of real bombs.
not quite the final destination
the first three months of jc life is always eventful. well, for one thing, you get to finally leave your hellhole of a secondary school to get into a more comfortable environment. i admit that it is still a little hell-ish, but then you do get to have some fun before the real term starts.
truthfully, i have had quite a bit of fun going to school for this period. i mean, after i get over waking up at enearthly hours and having bad experiences in the mrt and bus. i dont think ive learnt less in a mausoleum than i do at school for the past months. its so slack that its almost like a dream. i only wish i would never wake from it.
but then fantasies do come with a bit of a bite of reality at times. little bites that come in the form of a longwinded principal with a receding hairline and a form teacher with absolutely no charm or charisma at all. not forgetting lecturers who have screechy voices. all sad excuses for teachers really. and i mean that in a nice way. they are kind, but they just cannot teach. at least, i wish they wouldnt.
oh, and the food is absolutely horrible. you know, the kind that is thoroughly bad yet edible. that is if you can even get to the food in the first place. its funny how the canteen is always empty when its not time for my break, but just when i get ready for some food, the whole school wants to get between me and a peaceful lunch. its bad enough for me to force each grain of rice down my throat each meal, much less having a thousand people squeezing together and making lots of noise.
but then im thankful for this school and, though i know this is wierd coming out from someone like me, i wouldnt have it any other way. i just love the synthetic field in my school. mud-free is definitely my cup of tea. and its the only one in singapore! running on fake grass is the best thing that has happened to me here, but nothing can beat running on it with the nicest friends ever.
yep. new school, new friends, though i still keep in contact with many old ones, since half my secondary schoolmates have moved in to the new school with me, but im not complaining. its nice to know more people, and it helps when that someone new is actually a friend of a friend of a really close friend. its creepy how everyone is somehow related to everyone else. only in singapore.
my class is a fun bunch. you could never find a more happier, or wild, one in the entire school. its cool. i call them the happy people from the happy house cos everyone is not half as sane as i am. these guys are great. fun fact: everyone is an expert at badminton here! i know. its wierd. but i love them all the same. and its not everyday that i say this.
a note to all teachersand principals. we all know that you are all hard-selling your school. you yourselves know it too. no need to be so defensive about it. propaganda is after all part of life. and dont even try reverse-psychology. it hardly works anymore. but thanks for trying anyway. cheers!
