extreme sorries to those people who, like sien, are complaining that they lag behind entries and that i write too much. haha TGIF, what to do, i was on a roll after yesterday. must be i really enjoy my weekends a lot haha. not that work's not fun, work's like a weekend thing (compared to mugging for a's of course) but now with my one very suggestion for the easter program and i have more work to do, because apparently i'm the only one who knows what a caterpillar made of furry felt balls looks like. wah lau, creativity man, look what the government's driving at (note the sarcasm). bahs, okay, never mind that, but really lah, please.

anyway, happy entry! today was a crazy day, not kidding, and it's all shuj's fault! okay lah, tagline of the day, what can i do haha. well, the MATrix fye came for jwss today, thank goodness. i guess the sl and sc can put all the things i wanted to tell the kids into proper words that they can understand dang.

anyway, after that headed over to jurong point for the chicken rice banquet (yes), then took the craziest bus ride ever back to ac. wah lau, stupid candi haha. and yes, he's a tie-ra-no-sho-rus, as jiayi says it while we all burst out laughing. and had chee weng taken the bus all the way back to ac with us, we would all have died laughing on 198, not kidding. laughing is good exercise, who say. the girl who was sitting near us by herself must have been thinking who these bunch of mad people were, laughing like no tomorrow, talking about ah pek yim and his scooter and ah pek outfit, and how jiayi would never get caught in a club for drugs, because she took panadol instead of ecstasy, and how depressents had a reverse effect on her. madness i say.

sitting in lt4 was equally bad, since it was all shuj's fault (again). we just went damn mad and high lah, over the most retarded things. come to think of it, i can't really remember what we were laughing so hard about, but here's one: martin was rushing off somewhere, and he's busy marking attendance. imagine, like his head bobbing up and down, eyes one minute on the stage (of which he refused to climb up onto, although it would have made things a lot easier for him) and the next on his paper.

me: martin, what are you doing?
martin: marking attendance for the j1s.
me: huh, but what happened to the attendance book i passed down to you?
martin: urhhhh didn't use.
shuj: oh, it's the long one is it?
me: no, it's a small green one. (to martin) why didn't use? it'll be eaiser.
martin: oh, i don't know how to draw lines.
me: what?! there are lines all over the book!

yes, dear martin, blur martin, bunny martin. i don't think i was so funny as a secretary haha.

and after the bunny left, there was no stopping it, we all went mad.

and i just remembered, we were laughing at ben pooi choosing to blow his nose extremely noisily during the quiet parts of pieces the band was playing, pulling tons of toilet tissue, and how come he didn't just take the whole stupid roll, warning guosh not to sit too close to the white chocolate famous amos cookies (ahhhh don't ask -.-), and how he seemed to sneeze everytime the band played out of tune, yeah right...

i think the real famous cookies also made us go mad, come to think of it. hightened sugar levels, with chocolate, no nuts. yes, mad.

and one more laugh for the day: super carmen. wah, that's classic lah, no way i'm going to be able to describe it here, ask me for it.

so instead of going to chinatown to look at the handicraft stuff the kindie needs by this week (gasps), i sat in lt4 all the way until almost 6pm, laughing and going mad with shuj, listening to shuj's comments of "oh, the next piece, festive overture, is a super nice piece, lots of running notes" and "hahahaha it's phantom next hor..." yes, as you can see, all shuj's fault. but haha i had damn lot fun haha.

and like shuj says, being high makes you very tired, coupled with the previous nights of little sleep. i haven't even written in my journal for the second day running (the real pen and paper thing, i still keep that).

i think i'm so tired, i won't even dream of super carmen hopping / marching / running about to tune and spinning her super spin to the trill, which highly amuses me still, since it's stuck in my head.

family. so precious, so fagile. all things less important, kept under lock and key. all things more important, exposed and out in the open. all things bright and beautiful (and sometimes chunky). yet all things unseen and untouchable.

so grown up. too grown up. don't want to grow up. want to grow up.

still naive. i need to hold on to it all. the heart is unusually heavy. i need to pray.

but not all is bad.