GP, choir, and what-have-yous

I have a problem with starting a diary entry. I shouldn't be so particular about what I write, right? It's an irritating habit. From GP to Lit to Econs essays to diary entries I have an odd way of going through my paragraphs again and again until one paragraph flows into another easily, almost like writing a narrative composition, something I'd been really fond of but stopped doing after imaginative English lessons in Secondary school degenerated into dreary GP lessons -_- First three months in NY had begun good enough, when GP lessons had been quite, quite interesting, and when I've been actually tempted to go beyond the comic section in the newspapers, but after that it deteriorated rather quickly into, simply, a lot of compres and essays and oh! the pain! logic lectures, that one key intro-to-GP lectures that truly undermined any interest towards the subject -_- Do you still remember that lecture? -- "P1: Some Sharks attack humans. P2: Some Tigers attack humans. P3: Therefore some sharks are tigers. Now, tell me what's wrong with this conclusion? Hahaha isn't it funny?" -- followed by twenty other examples of the same sort: Silly mistakes that you will definitely make in your next two years with us. Eww.

Okay. That wasn't exactly what I wanted to talk about actually, but mentioning it kinda brought back a lot of un-fond memories almost potent enough to rival sadistic circuit-training hour-long PE lessons. *pause* No, not really. Maybe it's more along the lines of Civics lessons. (ie the not-always-very-useful-and-seriously-gets-on-your-nerves-at-the-amount-of-time-we-are-wasting kind of feeling) But I think between all of us in A3a we managed to work out something quite the opposite of anything our tutor wanted our lessons to be, being overly vocal and very much out of control in more ways than one. It was probably the essential element in bonding as a class, the never-ending list of little anecdotes, ridiculous little acts that perk up each lesson and spilled over to subsequent other lessons. Like that time when we were supposed to make use of the lesson to practice our project work presentation-- left to ourselves in the puny air-conditioned, no-window 'C' classroom with only a laptop, we came up with a much more constructive idea. An hour later, Mrs T walked into a pitch-dark, silent classroom to find the whole class obediently gathered around the laptop-- watching a Beauty and the Beast VCD, indignantly hushing her when she went "HEY! What do you think you are doing?" "Shhhh! It's finishing, it's finishing! It's the exciting part now! Give us ten more minutes k?" -- or that one weird period in late May when the class was in an oddly Christmassy mood-- we piled shredded tissue paper on the ceiling fan before lesson began, switched it on and sang "Jingle Bells" when our Maths teacher walked into a snowing room right after a dreary GP lesson -- or that painful period before Cadenza when Al took to his head that he will suddenly burst into a chorus of the tenor part of "Zeregleent Gobi", halfway through a lesson -- or Jere launching into a series of hisses and growls and "Arrrrrgggghhh! This is so hard! I give up lar!" to which Shell will whip around and snap "I shall slap if you make one more noise..." while waving her penknife threateningly (hmmm... she has yet to carry out her threat, actually) -- or Hx and Adr holding a conversation from the opposite ends of the class, perfectly audible from all corners -- or Abi attempting to explain his complicated philosophical answers that no one, except probably Mc could understand -- or... haha... it's just one delightful exchange after another, all the time, in sheer spontaneity. =)

Where was I? Oh yes, starting my entry. I've done that now. Hmm. So now it leaves me with the linking up of various little excerpts I wrote each day. But I'm really too tired to think. Jeez. I shall post them up anyhow, fragmented or not.
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(21/6/04) Right. Drowsy drowsy Monday. It always seems a bit of an anti-climax after a hectic weekend, but it's good to get some semblance of normality back, in a way. If only I could feel a little less sluggish. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Anyhow there were lots of little perks today. Cin and Jp were both distributing ba zhangs from home, so we all had two each. Jud left another two mini crunch bars on my table, and WK gave me a baby cucumber. I feel so pampered =) And it wasn't even any particular occassion to begin with... it's just that our zone is really an eating zone, there's always food going around, especially from Jud. I do appreciate it anyway =) Oh we got back the zone photos we took the other day too, which came as a pleasant surprise. I like photos. It'll be something to remember all of them by after I leave next week. Am really gonna miss them all.

Backtrack some more. I cut my hair on Sunday! It's pretty short now, but I was quite determined not to risk another haircut between now and the concert day. At least it'll be a little longer in a month's time... right? I like it like that anyway. So much less messy. Fringe is kinda short though =( Oh well, it'll grow.

Hmm. Next Wednesday is officially my last day at work. Which means after that I'll be able to go out. At least, I hope so. Things always have this astounding ability to screw up in the most dramatic manner at the most inappropriate times that I never want to make plans anymore. It's that bad. But I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that there will be a few things that I'll be able to do. Like go for a movie or shop with the choir girls. Like meet WY and Agl for Char's present, and subsequently us with Char for Agl's 'exploring' tour =) Like meet Da and Cyn and Gill and Yeesh and Sq, then Da and XY and Sj, whom I haven't seen for ages. Like meeting Shell n Jrm, which is long overdue too. And then there's the concert. Oh no. I do actually feel scared that it's approaching so soon, you know, and it's not so much because we don't feel as prepared, but more like all the fun, the laughter, the ups and downs as a choir preparing for a concert is gonna end so quickly. I don't want that... I mean, how likely is it that we'll all get to perform together like that again? And then there'll be this awful hangover the weekend after the concert, which happens each time I start to miss the hectic rushabout and the singing-as-a-choir very, very much.

Okay. I shouldn't be thinking about that now, not at this point in time, anyway. I sincerely hope I hadn't spoilt anyone's mood. It's just that a thought that came to me halfway through Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, Seasons of Love being the final song, and the amount of meaning behind its lyrics. Oh no... mustn't began to reflect now or I'll launch into this wistful-introspective-sentimental-what-have-you lot of memories... and I did promise myself to keep the blog content light.

Okay. Backtrack some more. Saturday was a delightful day. Choir lasted good and long... we managed to sing through some three-quarts of our concert repertoire, which I thought was quite an achievement, though quality-wise for some songs... *sigh* I guess we'll have to work on it. Think we need to get down to memorising, too, English songs or not... I would feel more insecure if I depend more on the scores than on Miss Ong, because with our heads buried between those sheets of paper we tend to lose out on the connectedness and the whole feeling, the movement of the piece, the togetherness, the intensity... Hm. We had a proper talking-to from Miss Ong after that. Probably deserved it, too -_- I hope next prac will be better. And there might be prac on Sunday too right? Oh nooo... Got an aunt's wedding dinner to attend... maybe I'll cab down.

I digressed again. Back to Saturday. Had a lot of fun after choir prac =) Went for dinner at Changi Airport (yes, at 9.30pm) Crazy drive down for supper that night... ahahaha... I hadn't laughed so hard and so much for a long long time... from Siglap all the way down to Changi(!), thanks to Stephen, Tiffany and Xiaodi =P Am amazed that we managed to arrive there all in one piece, at the horrific way we were giggling non-stop... If I were the one driving the car will be swerving from lane to lane -_- Oh, and we've all been given new names by Stephan because Xiaodi couldn't remember Cl n Dy's names... hahaha... so in the end we had some rather... interesting... variations =P

Time spent at the airport was quite brief, there was only time for snatches of conversations here and there, so I contented myself with trying to listen to two conversations on my side of the table at the same time. Quite odd. Then from the other end we can still hear Yy's distinctly sop laughter echoing down the length of the table =P Thereafter we had to rush home... but I bet the rest of the Amadeus people stayed till really late right?

Reached home safe and sound and didn't receive a scolding, thank goodness... Probably because my parents were too tired. Guilty guilty =( Resolve to be excessively guai for the rest of the week... so that maybe there's a chance to have supper again... But hey~ I made it home before midnight, thanks to Cl and Dy (hey... how much exactly did the cab fare turn out to be? I bet it was quite horrifying =X) It would have been fun to stay out longer I guess, but we'll have to leave that to maybe a few years later, when I'm "big enough". Sad thought. Oh well, at least now there's greater incentive to go take driving lessons ^_^
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Hm. I believe my entry's about done now. It's... much longer than I expected. Whoops =X For a person who talks so little I do write a lot. Quite scary. So it's till next time peeps... take care! Now I can go breathe a sigh of relief and do something else. Am done with my entry-of-the-week =)