Tuesday, March 20, 2007



[After PE]
Tamim - [Gleefully strips, in front of my table]
Me - "Oh...my...ohmy..."
Class - "TAMIM!" [ Turns away ]
Me -[Still stunned] "Oh...my...shit..."

Tis a good day, and thus I shall blog.

Ooer...my keyboard squeaks. It's the spacebar I think.
Yupp. It's the spacebar.

Ok, so there's like a Post-PSC Pre-Echo luncheoning for all of us OC and Facilitators. Needless to say ( which won't stop me from pointing out what I deem painfully obvious ) , this promises to be a most exciting and emotastic time when we get together, scream, laugh and play as we bask in the shruggsabourritness of the PSC aura thingy.

Not to mention all the cellulite that we can add to our thighs ohmy.

And I remember an idea proposed that we dunk Kevin into the swimming pool at Jean Hui's place. From Jean Hui's window. And I for one hope that Jean Hui lives above the 5th storey. Because dunking people into the swimming pool from like...the edge is like so last year.

Argh, damn squeaky keyboard.

Little case of mistaken (blogger) identity just now. Reading Kenneth's blog, I thought it was Weng Keong's. Weng Keong likes to casually shower us with bombastic words that make us common "hoi polloi" blush at our ignorance. Not to mention the incredibly-casual analysis of the typical Singaporean and our kiasu auntie-uncle must-be-below-budget ways.

And I'm sure I failed Physics. This makes me all sad and emo.

For about 5 minutes.

Argh.....Was I too hard on the Sec 1s on the last day of camp? Frankly, I don't think I went overboard. I disciplined ( or reprimanded them for all you "exactists" out there ) on what I personally saw. The BBQ. post-BBQ, logistical stuff. I mean, I was present to see all this and their work. Or lack of work rather.

I mean, I understand that they are Sec 1s. But shouldn't there be a sense of maturity and the seemingly-uncommon common sense even then? If you are told to grab your stuff and move from Point A to Point B, that little voice in your head should tell you "do it fast".

And the pumping was not my idea, it was Dickson. But since Yang En, Alphonsus, Ren An and Ser Yang all didn't stop Dickson, I just supposed it was pretty ok. Even though I disapproved of it. Strongly.

Even then, I'll be willing to take responsibility for a drop in the Sec 1's attendance. And/or enrolment for that matter. I believe what I did was right, IS right, sorry. And I'll stand by it.

And speaking of standing by your beliefs.

Do you give up part of who you are for anything?

In camp, Ren An pointed out that in VS, the juniors can, or will not, look up to a senior who is too feminine. That senior, of course, refers to me. Now, while I have no problem with the way I am, it really makes me contemplate the whole point of the leader-follower system.

I can give up the feminine things, but I feel like I'm losing part of me. And I'm not sure I can do that just to become a leader.
It's like cutting away part of your soul. Btw, the squeaky keyboard is reeeeeeeally irritating.

So what do I do?

Sometimes, I want people to answer rhetorical statements. Contradictory, yes I know.

Sorry to all my "avid" readers who come looking for happy joyful-tidings-come-hither posts only to find the inevitable digression in emo nemo. I suppose this is the youth-version of the midlife crisis.

What's it called again?

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damn squeaky keyboard.

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oh yeah.
Identity Crisis.

[Missing]
Identity and matching personality.

Blah...