Yawn, boy am I tired from this awesome day. Morning I woke up at 8am, unwillingly, but because of the sun… haix… Oh well, just as well, I managed to finish my TOK essay in the morning from 9-9.30am or so. Hm… wonder what I did before that… Ooh ya! I went to bathe. Haha! My brain is dying. It is quite amazing to be able to finish a TOK essay in like 30-40minutes or so, but, I guess I did it. I wouldn’t say it is the best of quality a TOK essay can get, but, despite the low standards of it, I believe that it could well be one of my best essays. Hm!
9.45am, started to make my way to Holland V for branch or brunch, however it is spelt, after practicing my piano for a tad bit. From yesterday I just found out how therapeutic (however you spell it) blasting music from your computer whilst doing stuff around the house was. So before playing the piano, I think I was actually blasting the music despite it being early in the morning and not many people has woken up yet. (Pardon my very bad sense of memory, spelling and grammar)
10.10am, I reached the back of Holland V and had to make my way to Delifrance (is it spelt this way?). Tried to borrow notes from someone, but, haix… couldn’t. My Bio and Physics… I hope I do well without the help. Hmph. Well, like what a certain someone always say, “Ask your mom!” I guess, my mom can save me, my Bio, but… Physics… I foresee the imminent death cloud approaching fast on its wheels of its carriage, its dark horses with bloodshot eyes blaring their gaze at me. Bah, humbug, that’s just hyperbole I’m using, coupled with some vivid imagery. But, seriously, I hope I do well, Physics I think, is not one subject I can easily excel well, despite it being the one science that I scored highest in last year. =S Come to think of it, I wonder how I pulled it off. I think… I’M GOOD. Haha!
So we had breakfast whilst teasing Mr & Mrs Leow (note the similarity in the show Mr & Mrs Smith), and also the Delifrance waiter getting our orders all mixed up, having my Le Traditional meal with a baguette instead of the croissant I wanted. Hmph! It’s fun poking fun at Hsin Yu (Sorry for the mis-spelling last post, or post before that, or the one before that… Hm… now which post was it, I forgot! HUHUHU!) and the joy in that you can double-laugh at her because of the joke you made, and the fact that she doesn’t know what you said! (Sorry for the coining of a non-English term “double-laugh”)
And damn it! I had to run after the bus to catch it and whilst running my umbrella falls out of the side pocket though Hsin Yu helped me pick it up, but I still ran after it and the rest like just slowed down cheering me on, and me thinking they were still running until I stopped to look back. Doh-!
After that was Istana performance, and boy was Derek late in showing up for band to open the LT for us! By the time we got in, it was time to get out and board the bus. A wonder why Ronald didn’t appear with them since they were practicing for their performance for Make-A-Wish Foundation charity concert, and I thought he was a part of their band.
The day started off a little bit rough on the rocks as Dr Lee was rather angry I think because of the delay and all, probably. The funniest thing was when Matthew appeared on the ramp whilst our bus was going down! He came on the bus, and expectingly, he was “death stared” by Dr Lee! *Darth Vader’s theme song plays in the background*
I was promoting my new favourite song to people, JoJo’s Note to God. I emo-ed to myself in the bus by listening to it repeatingly for the whole journey to Istana and back. Stupid songs that I just uploaded to my phone this morning, they couldn’t play from my playlist. I think it’s the copyright protect or something. I mean, they are ripped from an original CD and all. Grr. I shall download them and put them on my phone! LOL!
Played in Istana for I don’t know how long, played 2 extra songs for Mrs Lenie Cho, then WE WENT TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH THE PRESIDENT! AHHHHH~! He came in a buggy (however you spell it). When he went to shake hands with the people, it could be seen ever so clearly how tight security was, like how we saw it on TV when bigshots are protected by their bodyguards. After, we went to tour the Istana, whatever the building was.
Came back, pushed the percussion instruments to the auditorium. Tried to help carry up the stage, but, people had my job taken, so oh well. The IQ puzzle didn’t work out right, so, the cage wasn’t really locked. Heard some things that wasn’t really pleasant to hear, like, I ate someone’s share of food and stuff. I felt really down, and thinking about it now whilst typing really makes me feel awful. I didn’t really like know it was his share of food… I think, and I mean, the most powerful thing that controls me is the little green circket that sings in my ear. If I knew that he would be so offended, I would totally not eat it and just went hungry for the night till I got home to eat snacks to fill my stomach, and let him eat that share of food, whoever it belonged to. In any case, if he really feels that offended, I am sorry.
As I walked out of school with the people leaving the LT, I started to drift further away that I just decided to walk myself home since I was going to go home and the rest were going to Dr Lee’s place. I J-walked, they crossed the pedestrian crossing. I went by the bottom pavement and they went by the upper pavement. So I went home and blasted music to the max on my speaker, even when I bathed I could hear it. Quite intriguing (however you spell it). Emo-ed a bit here and there, played the emo song that I composed during last December holiday and submitted for S-POP Hurray Competition but didn’t make it, and then I went up.
Curry was served, people were already eating. I had my serving scooped by Dr Lee, and ate silently, trying to act as normal as I could despite the pain in my heart. I offered help to people who needed it, probably to make myself feel better, but, I guess, I hate heat, and hate even more that other people feels the pain by the heat. So I scooped the curry for some people. I had just one bowl of curry and I was full, or at least it felt that way. Having nothing to do, I sat behind Daryl and looked at people chatting and having fun, jutting into the fun of the SMS between Daryl and Bevan, and John and Matthew’s antics.
Yu Sheng was served but I didn’t eat it. I didn’t even toss it anyways.
Cleaning up came, and one of the plastic bags had a leak in it, so I went down to my house to grab some plastic bags to try to fix the leak by double-lining the bag. Too bad the plastic bags were too small anyways, so Ronald had them line a bigger bag with holes in them. The idea seemed to may have worked, but in the end, it didn’t. So, we planned to go down to put the rubbish at the void deck. Ronald had to take off his socks and all, so I said I go down can already. And so, I went down with me carrying a leaking bag of rubbish. LOL. I didn’t really know where to put the bag, but I placed it where my mom usually left her unwanted stuff. Then I wondered if food should be placed there, or to be dumped in the public bin. The hole was too small though, I heard footsteps, so I panicked and ran into the lift and went up again.
Upon going up, Gua Khee and Gen were cleaning up the kitchen, so I went to help. They were basically mopping the floor, but there were bits of rubbish on the floor which could not be mopped up. So I offered to do mopping the old-school way – use a rag to wipe the floor. So, with that, I wiped the whole floor bit by bit, and was called ‘Mario’, apparently the male version of Maria. I had Gua Khee, Maria, to guard the kitchen door so that no one comes in with their dirty feet and make the wet floor all black. Unfortunately, Maria is a lousy maid. Fortunately, all the people that went in had rather clean feet, since the floor didn’t have black footprints all over. With that done, the kitchen was spick and span (however you spell it).
During the cleaning, I must say, Ronald… seriously, I DON’T LOOK LIKE A MARIO OKAYY! hmph! It is just that I so happened to do housework since I was very young. I don’t know how young, but I just know young. But, probably when my sister started doing chores, I had to do them too… the sadness of being the younger one. But, anyways, I don’t know why, but I like doing things for others if I have the spirit for it, but doing things for myself… Haha… I would be just too lazy. I like doing things for other people! Seeing them being happy makes me happy too!
To reward myself, I finished the remaining tub of vanilla with jam ice cream. I guess that flavour could be Ronald’s favourite, since he was responsible for buying it, or so someone said. Sorry for finishing it. I am so used to finishing things which are left with a bit, especially since I was the one who reduced it to very little. (Something my mom is very particular about) I finished that ice cream whilst taking the group photo. Then I moved on to eating the chocolate ice cream whilst playing cards and watching and listening to Japan’s Best 2007, followed by presumably Japan’s Best 2006. I couldn’t finish the ice cream so I had it put back into the freezer, with me wiping up the container clean around the edges so that the fridge would not be dirty.
The day ended with Chicago, the movie, after all the people have left. My parents came back at 11.30pm and I had to help them carry their luggages from the multi-storey carpark nearby. So I said my goodbyes to Dr Lee and his relatives who came back apparently to his house. When I walked out of the house, I almost forgot my keys, luckily Dr Lee’s relatives reminded me, and when I did walk out of the house, I saw the floor stained with some drink of sort, which looked wierd, and possibly on my slippers, but when I stepped into my slippers, they did not feel dirty, so, I guess whatever spilled on the floor did not get my slippers.
Carried the bags and went up to my house. My mom bought KFC. She must be mad… KFC as supper… I could just die. Oh well, I might have felt hungry, and may be desperate enough to have finished it. But, I wasn’t… so… yea.
Now, I’m just typing my blog and talking to Bryan discussing about tomorrow’s plans of going his house. Though I would really dread it if I am going over just to follow him to buy Valentine’s Day gifts. I’VE GOT TESTS MAN! TESTS TO STUDY FOR!!! IB sure made me a tad bit more muggerish from the not-quite-even-a-mugger me.
Save the world! Have fun, a good life, a fun life, an enjoyable life all! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If you hate Michael Jackson, do not play this! (Michael Jackson’s Heal the World)
