Where'd They Go...

Freeish day today. Very freeish.

Starts with the drive with my Mom to school, of which we couldn't listen to Paster Prince sermons since she left the CDs behind in the house. So we resorted to the radio, where on Class 95 the song 'Fame' was playing. Rather cheesy intro, but the main tune/instrumentals were interesting (A little note: I don't just listen to the vocals in a song - my mind can end up dividing the song into different instruments, and song appreciation is thus made extremely flexible.)

Then in school, things, like I said, were freeish.

Maths was mostly free-period, until Mr. Tan came into class towards the ending of his period, of which he used to brief us that there was going to be a project for us to do during the holidays. It was another group project which involved us presenting on a certain question using about any form of media, whether games, books, powerpoint, acting and so on. He used the typical 'loop' system to divide us into groups, and also assigned a leader for each group.

Apparently, I was assigned (as the majority of the class would classify) 'the worst group I could ever get'. Basically, I was the leader of a gathering that included Kirby, Matt, Raam and WYang, me being the leader. One by one, some people in the class were telling me that they pitied my misfortune, and I told them back that it was all for the Glory of God. Matt then asked if that was the only thing I could say.

Well, God did say that He uses the very things that look useless in this world to perform His miracles and shame people who think that they're superior in life because of their own deeds (1 Corinthians 1:27-29). Even I've seen how these verses work out. What makes this project any different?

After Mr. Tan made us tikam-tikam ('lucky-draw') our questions, he left the class with final instructions and went his way. I had Question 5, which I'll find out what it is once I get back home and search LMS.

While keeping our Maths stuff, I overheard Tim, Jai and some others talking behind me about the groups that we all recieved and how unfortunate some of them were to recieve so-and-so members because of so-and-so traits. But they all agreed on one thing - I was truely unfortunate. Joining them in their discussion, I watched as they marked down each of my members on how much work they'd contribute, or more like how much work they'd NOT contribute.

I then asked if I needed to push them hard through labour for projects like this, mimed out a whip and 'slashed' the edge of Jai's table. Tim responded that it would surely be necesary, 'although Juun Kit would love to be whipped by you.' Feeling that that sounded rather weird, I quickly 'dropped' the whip and wiped my hands on my shirt.

Language Arts B = Free Period (I took part of this time to photocopy my Report Card for Mr. See. Had a nice chat with the photocopying uncle about taxes in school fees! The rest was spent on watching PotC:Dead Man's Chest with Raam on his PC.)

Computer Science = Deleted

Oh, yah. ComSci was taken over today by a talk on Comic Drawing. We were told to bring our tablets to give our shots on the stuff (Tablet features are rather 'perfect' for comic drawing), but I had a flat battery so I had to miss out on all the fun. How sad.)

Then after the talk, we had Recess. Went down, bought the ussual two tao sar baos and sailed through the SAC until I found a nice colonial place to settle at, which today was apparently with the main mixed group of HPPS and a few ACPS. Toj was asking me why I always buy baos for Recess, and I was about to give him the lengthy explaination as follows:

"Well, I've discovered that baos are very convenient to bring around the place, so if I can't find anyone to sit with I could just keep walking around the SAC until I'm done and leave. Then it's also very suitable for time, since the servings are rather palm-sized and easy to predict on. After meals, I can also just dispose of the paperbag into any rubbish bin in my way to the exit(s) instead of having to walk all the way to the specific shop I bought my meal from and returning the cutlery before being able to make my leave. The bao shop is also next to the Oasis stall, so if that also acts as a reminder for me to estimate if I need to buy any drink(s) to refresh myself before moving on to eating with others. And lastly, Mr. See had already imposed a full Competition-Season Embargo, so I can't eat intensely oily stuff like the pratas you're eating, and also explains why I can't celebrate on Fried Food Day anymore. Besides, this is only gonna last for this term - Last term, my most frequent food item in this SAC would be the Doughnut, followed by the Chicken Burger, so I'm always changing my food preferences on a termly basis so I won't get too dull on anything here. Bon appetite."

But I wanted to spare him from the animosity, so I simply told him:

'Bao is the new Doughnut."

Then more and more people were joining the table, and the conversations were getting interesting, so I tried to eat slowly so I could stay longer. But my baos were slowly but surely fading away from my bag, so once they were finished, I decided to go and buy one last lotus bao and return just to extend my time.

So I left, bought the bao and went back to the table to catch the guys laughing about something, which Tim later insisted was 'not meant for Ben or you.' Stood at the edge of the table, and tried tosee where everyone was in any present conversation. But just then, I realised that the topic was now about computer games. And they were talking about the recent crazes which the class, even Jai and Ben, had had the pleasure in playing.

Something I couldn't relate to.

So I stood back and watched as they used terms I wasn't really familiar with.
Mig
Company (a.k.a. anyone else in the SAC)

Need not look at me
Just your Tablet PC
I won't seen the gaming me yet
Give me time I'll have to forget the rest

I got more in me
But not MvCC
I can't Forestmoon with my friends
But despite who I am

Remember my name
Lame
I'm gonna leave forever
I am not learning to try
Sigh
I feel alone altogether
People won't see me FarCry

Lame
I'm goin' before eleven
Fright up the class with a name
Lame
I'm gotta have endeavour
Need not remember my name

You lamer
You lamer
You lamer
You lamer
You lamer
You lamer
You lamer
You lamer

Tried to play the fight
But I don't know the right
You can shoot me: call me a flop
In a game, I'd stake all I've got to 'live'

Ever I'd be tough
Too much is not enough
Press the controler till it breaks
Ooh I know it is fakes

Lame
I'm gonna leave forever
I am not learning to try
Sigh
I feel alone altogether
People won't see me FarCry
Lame
I'm goin' before eleven
Fright up the class with a name
Lame
I've gotta have endeavour
Need not remember my name

(Slowly backs away from Table and SAC)

You lamer
You lamer
You lamer
You lamer
You lamer
You lamer
You lamer
You lamer

Once done with my bao, I quickly left the table and made my way to the classroom. Well, obviously I wouldn't be so emo as to really believe in the edited song as stated earlier, but the dissapointment that I have one disability theme which I can't use with the rest of the guys who I presently know dawns in time after time.

And it's those momments where I remind myself that there are other things besides computer gaming which I can communicate with others, which is proven by the fact that I'm highly regarded in the class as an exampliary gentleman. And besides, God's always there beside me, and at one stage or another He went through what I am going through now while He was made into a man. So I'm never actually... 'alone'.
(Bursts into classroom)

FAME!!!
I've got'da joy forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly
High
I may not be like a gamer
But they will see me alive
Fame
I'm gonna live with my Saviour
Give it a try without shame
Fame
I'm gonna strive forever
Baby remember my name

Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember

Remember my name
Raem!!!

Besides, I'm not THAT unknoledgeable about comm games. I play Rise of Nations, and I've got prior knowledge on GTA. That's good enough to satisfy the doubts.

Anyway, when I came back to the classroom, I found Mdm Kavita at the front of the class announcing to us that there was more homework to be added onto us through the holidays. For her case, we had to read up on the remaining abstracts in the Pink Booklet and do the questions provided in pointform onto flashcards so we could revise for the Oral Presentation which we're doing for exams next Term, just that she used a whole lot more sentences to convey this message than I just did. LA'B' was to be checked on LMS.

After her long and far-dragged announcement, she left the room, leaving behind a greatly distressed class screaming at the top of their voices behind closed doors that they hated the idea of a school break being taken advantage of by, well, homework.

I have to admit, being able to complete everything (P Sci Show-and-Tell, ISO Surveying and Compiling of Results, History Documentary Filming, Life Science Gene Therapy Research, Maths Holiday Assignment/Question Product Presentation, Language Arts 'A' Flashcards, Language Arts 'B' Written Assignments) in four quick weeks would be an adventure indeed. But personally speaking, I don't feel that much effected by the extra load.

The many things I'd want to do in my spare time wouldn't be enough to occupy four weeks, so Canoeing trainings/competitions and projects are somewhat a way to occupy the remaining space, even if it means killing a bit of time from the stuff I want to do in the first place. And besides, some of the projects are actually quite fun, so I'm not going to complain about those. The tough ones add a chalendge to the theme, so there's good twist to the whole relaxation period.

But nevertheless, I doubt my class would fully agree with me. They've all got different lifestyles altogether, and no two of them are identical, so I'll just stand back until the senario of someone actiually asks how I actually can smile at a crisis like this, of which I'd reply with the ussual, "Because God gave me the love and peace to go through this, and I know very well He'd never give me anything too much for me to handle." (a.k.a. "By the Grace of God!")

The class then went up to the lab for P Sci Practical, which we were remarked as late despite our explaination that Mdm Kavita held us back all because of her suppose-to-be-short announcement. We then continued practicing the use of pipettes and something-else-which-measures-accurate-volumes. Rather fun, and at least now I understood how the things work. But soon, we were dismissed from the cheap thrills of chemistry an left for a second Recess.

Which lasted through the rest of the day since there was no Chinese'B'/Chinese or ePOD. So during this time, I also helped Jaira photocopy his result slip since I was also on the way to the photocopying room (I realised that I also needed to give a copy of my results to Josh Renee (Is that how you spell it?)). He didn't have change with him, so he paid me with a guitar puck. I accepted the offer since after all the guitar in my house seems rather lonely and plucking with a puck seems easier than with your nails.

After school, I met the rest of the Canoers at he bus bay for Dragonboating again, this time I forgot to bring tow distinct gear for such - my 2l water bottle and my Dragonboating seat. And in the hot weather the day could provide, the water bottle seemed more precious. No one's allowed to share water bottles onboard, mind you. But as much as my uncertainty of my survival in the middle of a hot seawater bay without fresh water, I had to go for the thing anyway with only my God to trust that I'd not faint of dehydration.

And shockingly enough, I actually survived! Many rounds of sprints at Kallang in normal weather conditions and I actually didn't get headaches! Praise the Lord almighty!

After training, I joined the main bulk to go to Kallang MRT station and had a couple of trains to Orchard Road, where I did some research on the History project at Borders for a few minutes before meeting up with my Dad. In my opinion, General Percival looks, erm generally geeky. High waistline, high socks, crossed legs when standing. If JKit really wants this role, I guess he'll have to endure the looks. And Yamashita is actually chubby, nothing like Tim. I gues I really have to plan out the cast further now...

Once met up with both parents, we went back home and I finally had a good place to rest my head (and bottom) for the day. *sigh* The relaxing feeling of it all. Well, leave me to my relaxing, and God bless y'all...