She's my only child...

Today starts of the 'Food for Thought' project, a school project that plans to collect money for the Strait's Ti... wait, no, the World Vision Organisation for the needy in the other parts of the world. So if you're an ACS(I)an, please think for these people, and drop 50c a day into the containers stationed on the railigs of each SAC stall. The project shall last for the next 3 weeks, so please do your part for this.

This week's Religeous Emphasis Week for the Years 4-6, so they'd be usig the New Audi, and as such the other levels won't be having Chapel today. So we had an hour'sworth of free-period. Hee hee.

Then there was History, where Mr. Gavin Ang soon left it also as a non-teaching lesson when he found out that most of us haven't read the notes on the Japanese Occupation from Lee Kuan Yew's point of view. He left us with a powerful warning, then did his own stuff while we read through. But suddenly, a guy from the IT Department came to our class to collect our Tablet PCs so they could upload some new Heulab things. We were caught off guard, and tried to debate for our PCs as we needed to use them for a few other lessons later in the day, but then the guy assured us that an e-mail was sent to all theachers that this was going to happen today and that they'd understand. So we gave them our computers and got over with it.

But apparently, the dude's claims were contradictory with our Computer Sciences teacher, who had to teach our class for the next 4o minutes without any computers. And we were suppose to do a practical today. Question mark. But the lecture she ended up giving us was nevertheless entertaining enough to act as a substitute.

Then there was Lang Art's A, which we couldn't hand up a particular assignment as it was uploaded in our computers in the first place. So in the end, we did a role-play on Act 3 Scene 2, with me playing as Demetrius. Now in this scene, I was suppose to wake up and fall in love with Tim, I mean Helena. And so is Peter, who's Lysander. Both Helena and Ki...Hermia go in a state of confussion in what's going on while I fight against Peter over Tim. Then towards the end of the scene, Faraaz comes in as Puck to, put in simple terms, calm everything down and try to make everything right.

But there was a line, Line 249, which I was suppose to say during the part where Peter tries to convince Tim that he's sincere in his love. It goes, "If she cannot entreat, I can compel.", meaning "If he can't convince her, let me try!". Then somehow, I remembered the moment when Mdm. Kavita said she allowed some spicing up of the story to life up the lesson.So when it was my turn to speak this was what happened:

I walked to front stage and said with a confident grin, "If she cannot entreat, I can compel!". Then I quickly posed my butt and sang, "Don'cha wish your boyfriend was, HOT, like, me?!", slapping it when I reached "me?!".

The class started to say "Erms." and the sort, which led to my stage weakness. You see, back in the Act 3 Academy, we were trained to not be embarassed in the funny actions we do on stage by using a tool of satisfaction: The audience's laughter. As long as we hear the laughs, or any comment of enjoyment, we won't be ashamed of anything we do and will continue entertaining them with the rest of the show, satisfied with the knowledge that whatever done is benifiting the croud. But then the class didn't give the slightest sign of appreciation, and in a matter of seconds, the shame opened fire. I was struct badly, and with only a mere amount of courage left to only stand up, I covered my face with my book and bowed down, wobbling like how Joel would if he had a few extra cans of sweet drinks.

But by the Grace of God, the class applauded just in time, and that refilled me with all the courage I needed to stand straight again and face the croud. Praise the Lord for that quick save! Then Mdm. came in and reminded the class about her reservation in the Drama Club under my name, a sign I took to mean, 'Hey, that was funny.' Good thing, praise the Lord.

Just wanted to show how complex those 5 seconds were.

For Art, Mrs. Woon had to rush us about to complete our assignment for this Semester as we only had two weeks left to complete it, including this week. And that means 2 lessons only. So we rushed around the art room doing whatever we had to do. I went to my sample and sketched out what I needed, making sure I captured the parts I needed for my final product. The culture I'm going to submit in my final product would be my Filippino culture, and I'll be demonstrating how other cultures have condemmed 'us' through 'our' services as maids. I placed inverted commas as I don't fully represent the Filippinos. In fact, I represent both sides of the equation. How coincidental.

Then at Pastoral Care, we had to watch a show about some touching people. The title of the show was Extrodinary People, but with Mdm Rani (PC Teacher) saying it, I heard it as if she said she was going to show us 'The League of Extrodinary Gentlemen'. Hee hee, my mistake. Rather sad for the woman in the episode we were watching, who had to take care of her mother, whe lost her memory and thinks she's a todler and that her daughter's her mommy. Really disturbing, in a sincerely sad way. I don't think this is what people may define under the term of 'G.G.', heh.

Nothing extra really happened during Training today, 'cept that Hao Qing I got back good ol' StingRay, but after a week of New Tiger we weren't that familiar with StingRay and we had loads of trouble with her, thus probably doing 'sweeping' storkes to make up for it. And that was a bad thing, especially for racers. So after every 2km or so whe we passed by the Pontoon Jetty, Mr. See would keep reminding us to stretch out till our knuckles were at view and in allignment with the bow/the frontman's head (for me/for HQ).

We also had a colision with a SJI K2 boat. What happened was that StingRay was heading towards the West, while the SJI boat was heading East. SO when they came to sight, I tried to avoid them by turning Port (Left) without knowing that they actually wanted to enter the lanes through the 250 Mark Entrance, which involved them turning Starboard (Right, but Left from StingRay's point of view). This then resulted to the SJI boat's Bow (Front tip of the boat) scratching against StingRay's Starboard Hull, assumably all the way till Hao Qing's Cockpit.

And 250 meters is close enough for Mr. See to see everything from the Pontoon. I sqinted my eyes the momment the 'tock' sound ended, and didn't dare to look back. I said a slow, "Sorry.", then went on to continue another 2km before ending up back at the Finishing Line to see a Mr. See gesturing me to get out of the lanes and stop in front of the pontoon. We slowly paddled there and held water the momment we heard Sir saying something like, "WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT?!! THAT, THAT..." for the next 10 seconds before he paused for a while and calmly asked for what happened. I told him that both boats turned the same direction while avoiding each other (Which WAS true). And greatly by the favour of God, Mr. See paused again before changing the topic and giving us another reminder on stretching out more.

It's a true miracle of Christ that he also didn't make us owe him any push-ups later when we got back on land to pack up. PRAISE the Lord!

Psalms 5:12! God be with y'all!