In case you haven’t seen me recently I…curled my hair.
Yep.
This is the second time doing curls; my (tragically failed) attempt in Bangkok last year (I swear if I knew enough Thai I would go back and yell at the hairstylist for cheating me of my money) didn’t last more than three washes grr.
True to form, my mother hates it; but I’ve got pretty okay reviews from other people. Heh. Well at least it makes me happy :D And I feel girly all the time!
My mother was so wrong when she thought I was going to grow up butch.
Ooh I found the Bangkok photo from last year. This is me in some atas mall, which was next to Siam Paragon. I got a huge kick out of their toilet signs, heh.
Anyhow I’m moving back into hall tonight (sigh) though I’ll be regarding it merely as a place to rest my tired bum in between classes (a SIX hour break tomorrow, can you beat that) and take little catnaps. I’ll probably be back home on all the nights when I don’t have morning lessons the next day; I’ve gotten too attached to my room at home.
Also I’m looking for an English tuition teacher to take over my two cousins who live in Pasir Ris. The boy is in Pri 5 and the girl is in Sec 1. Anyone interested? I just cannot bring myself to haul ass all the way over there every week from NTU anymore. My schedule’s super awkward because of all my late afternoon classes, so I can’t teach them when they’re free anyway. Let me know if you’re interested or know someone who is.
She’s got a voice like burnt toffee. Smoky and husky and brown and melty.
The evening was long, my guesses were true
You saw me see you
That something you said, the timing was right
The pleasure was mine
The time and the place, the look on your face
Sincerest of eyes
If you’re ready or not, the state of our hearts
There’s no time to take
When we started both brokenhearted
Not believing
It could begin and end in one evening
We were caught by the light
Held on to the day till it became ours
The minutes went by, the cab is outside
There’s no time to take
When we parted, moving on
And believing it could begin and end in one evening
When we started both brokenhearted
Not believing it could begin and end in one evening
When we parted, moving on
And believing it could begin and end in one evening
Went to see the Lit babies one last time at the Lit Fest debates at PLMG*SS.
We won two out three debates – I knew they’d be able to do it :) So proud of them and so pleased because they did really well, spoke clearly and gave damn good points in their debate; especially my favorite, the one involving ‘The Man In The Bowler Hat’. After their debate I was so utterly convinced they were by far the better team that I told them if they didn’t win I’d personally burn down the school :D
Beenu, Suganya, Wirda, Izdi, Julie and Fida
My winning team who did ‘The Man In The Bowler Hat’. *Clasps fist under my chin* Oh, I’m so proud.
The other unseen text debate group! Also won their round!
To Kill A Mockingbird! And Julie with her 38.5 degree fever who still went on to speak and announce proudly that “the motion MUST stand!” :D They should have won; only saw the ending of their debate but I was told they were better than the other team :( Oh well. Into each life some rain must fall.
All the Lit babies! (L to R, back row to front): Yongxun, Ram, Kok Hui, Gavin. Beenu, Suganya, Dinika, Siew Teng, Charmaine. Fida, Dian, Lina, Izdi, Miga. Julie, me, Wirda, Felicity.
I think the most important lesson that I keep telling myself is to listen to His voice – I keep telling myself that over and over again but I keep listening to myself in the end.
I don’t want to screw up my life anymore…I think it’s high time I really did grow up in my faith and start doing rather than talking and talking and dreaming.
This time, I want to do things absolutely right. Every time I make a mistake I just drift further from Him.
Birthday dinner with the TK girls. Been a long time since I had such a rip-roaringly funny dinner. Thanks darlings for the treat and for the lovely company.
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Convocation photos.
It’s getting harder and harder to find time to actually touch my laptop for purposes other than charging my iPod. School’s getting confusing (for the first time in my life I failed an English test; what on earth are complementing adjunctival verbs and conjectival phrases and simple modifiers?!) and it’s going to my head. I’ve never been a good one for schedules and plans and now I find that it’s increasingly hard to keep up with what I’m supposed to be doing :(
Sob somehow I think it would be easier just to keep teaching.
First few pics I was cool as a cucumber but the robe just got hotter and hotter and I was bloody sweltering under all that fabric, plus long sleeves :/ You can see where my hair just gets flatter and limper and damper and my face starts to shine in the heat :D
Graduating is a tiring business.
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And then caught dinner with the YFC group from last year. My evenings are getting earlier and earlier because I have to wake up so darned early every morning just to go to NTU. Sucks to wake up at 6am and travel almost 2 hours; I was much happier waking up at 6am to travel half an hour to my secondary school to teach. I hate travel time.
Everyone looks about the same except Sich has lion hair!
Looking for the MP3 for this song :) Man, I love all these old music videos, they’re just hilarious. Check out his really earnest eyes and the two other band members singing along seriously behind him. :D
This poem is silently terrifying. The Lit babies are doing this as part of a Literature Festival this Saturday; I helped them dissect and prac-crit it last week. It’s utterly disturbing and gut-wrenchingly sad.
The last stanza is especially arrow-through-the-heart.
I am the unnoticed, the unnoticeable man:
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
The man who looked through like a windowpane:
The man who was the colour of the carriage,
the colour of the mounting
Morning pipe smoke.
I am the man too busy with a living to live,
Too hurried and worried to see and smell and touch:
The man who is patient too long and obeys too much
And wishes too softly and seldom.
I am the man they call the nation’s backbone,
Who am boneless – playable catgut, pliable clay:
The Man they label Little lest one day
I dare to grow.
I am the rails on which the moment passes,
The megaphone for many words and voices:
I am the graph diagram,
Composite face.
I am the led, the easily-fed,
The tool, the not-quite-fool,
The would-be-safe-and-sound,
The uncomplaining, bound,
The dust fine-ground,
Stone-for-a-statue waveworn pebble-round.
