Eternal torment: The Search

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Let's see...
Wed: Had badminton. The MOST tiring lesson ever since I was forced to practise only my serving for the entire day. My right arm has been aching since then. It's a confirmation that I don't belong to the world of sports. Hell duh. I knew that since I was young! Seriously, I know I sound extremely namby-phamby here but I can't stand being under the sun. I hate to sweat. It isn't any wonder I'm a very indoor person. But yoga...now, THAT is something I want to take up.

However, the main "highlight" of the day was having a rather crazed lecturer. He kicked up quite a fuss when we came late and essentially made us into bumbling goons. Come on, how does having a sticker labelled "Hitler" make me feel any less different? And I yearn to be around people who know roughly who I'm referring to when I say Alfian Sa'at, Cyril Wong, Sigmund Freud. Best bit? To quote someone, "So is Shakespeare the guy who wrote some kind of poem or something?"

That got me fuming mad inside. The FATHER of Lit and they don't know who he is?! What about Ernest Hemmingway? William Goldings? Edgar Allen Poe? On hindsight, I guess it was asking too much for people to not know them. I mean no one reads books anymore right? (And thus the level of idiocy in our world)

The lecturer made us stay behind just because he wanted to be nominated for this award or something. Shameless fella. I'm terribly sorry but I meant what I said. No lecturer has made an impact in my life.

Thurs: God, I hated Thursday a whole lot. First, I studied like mad for a quiz, only to forget the spellings of certain words until it was too late. Then, I had to rush back all the way home after dinner with Loy, Poh Chuan, Minyi and her bf to finish the CATS project. As much as I want to heap praises for my fellow team members, I'm at a loss for words. After 1 am, I was halfway in dream's embrace and in front of the computer. I had to stop at 3 am plus. Woke up at 6am to complete the rest of the project. This truly was a lesson; I need to stop procrastinating and start being a stickler for time. I'm gonna be the guy with a stick shoved up his arse. Seriously, for the next two days, I was so worried I was going to sleep without warning. And everything was a blurry haze.

Fri: Had a nice albeit brief chat with Ms Tek concerning LDS. I'm gonna be an arse and put this down. I got third for LDS. (Thank god) Now, the prospect of my attachment seems to lean towards landscape design. I'm not very sure...oh well. 1 and a half years more before I make up my mind.

Sat: Woke up late so I grabbed a cab to pri sch for the p6 grad tea party. Goodness, I'm so ashamed of some of my juniors. The ex -p6 were there to promote their school and share their experience with their juniors but only a few did. The rest were more intent on having fun and eating. Best bit? Some of them did a disservice to the school. Have they forgotten that they are amongst grads of their sec schools? In the end, most left. But kudos to some of the them, in particular the YCKSS. :)

They really tried their best to sell their school. But the Andersonian bunch...I wasn't aware until later of what happened. I wished I learnt about it earlier. I would have given a severe tongue-lashing to one particular student. I won't reveal what happened but let's just pray for Mr Ang...he's going to get his hands tied down further. (I hope not...)

After that, I headed home and overslept. Thus, once again, another expensive cab ride; this time to Orchid Country Club. Can't believe I said Orchard! *facepalms* I was in such a hurry! The dinner was nice but some of the food weren't to my liking. In particular, Shark's fin soup. I skipped it. I asked the waiteress whether they used real fins. She wasn't sure and I wasn't going to support an industry that thrives on cruelty. I won't mind if there were plenty of sharks and we use most or better yet every bit of the creature but to kill it only for the fin?! And to leave it drowning...god, just the mere thought is making me ill. So please...stop the industry. In reality, Shark's fin soup is nice because of the stock, NOT because of the fins.

The day ended on a high note; I won myself a Tefal toaster and hitched a ride home from Mr Swarna...He's terribly kind to send me home.

I just pray I won't get a tongue lashing from a lass when I tell her I can't make it for one of my class dinner; time just isn't on my side anymore for leisure. I'm NOT going to screw myself up once again.

Transmitted on 7:39 AM

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