amour amour

Saturday, October 16, 2004

- 11:05 pm

of mood swings and spring flings

tomorrow ill go for the NJC open house, meet fuad, and then go back to RI for the grad ceremony. i will then cap off what would have been an extremely boring day with some exciting mathematics. the prospect of a long exciting day tomorrow makes me yawn in anticipation.

brazil 0-0 columbia
argentina 0-0 chile

oh travesty!

and what a spectrum of moods its been, again. sometimes i feel so irritated and sad with everything, and sometimes i just wanna laugh at everything and dance about in my dramatic fashion, but of course that is merely an act, the act that is me, and probably not really who i am, unless of course i am an act and real emotions dont deserve to be expressed.

i wish i dint trust people so easily, i guess that was my fault.

isnt it sad how it is when two people like each other a lot, or one likes the other, and doesnt tell them? either because theyre too scared that the other personll reject them, or that itll ruin their friendship. i mean, no one can really tell for sure if the other person really likes them, or theyre that way to everyone. of course there is that other group of people who said theyd never ask another person to get together again, and instead wait to be asked, because they dont want to...they dont want to hear no. so theyll wait. i guess fit right into the second group.

ich will means i want to.

leaving ri. i always said that id leave with a principle of honour to hang in my room, but it seems quite pointless now. it defeats the purpose of the principle anyway - stealing a principle of honour?

at least ill leave ri leaving behind some form of legacy in the raffles players, and in the house, pretty much like how amogh and jireh became skool legends, and will always be revered by a generation of dramatists - or at least a few - including me. after all, ive left kali and priyanka, otherwise known as rahul and anish, the dynamically fat duo to take on the part of mr hullett, for when priyanka and kali combine- mr hullett appears! and also ive left with them the secret of weight loss.

it just occured to me how much ill miss the maths small group sessions we have in the math room. all the jokes, and the times mrs ng told us various stories and showed us her dogs, or when amin played the music loudly on somebodys MP3 player, passed me an earpiece and played the captain planet theme song again and again. funny how the first 'earth!' bit said by one of those ring people sounds strangely like hes having a freakin orgasm. naturally that part was played again and again, and being the amath mind numbed people we were, we listened to that bit again and again and laughed to tears. the mp3 player was full of nonsensical songs, so i took out my discman for travis and coldplay

mutter

i was playing isketch online with matin the other day, and so many rp memories came back, which i shall proceed at length to divulge to this writing space. like the workshops i handled. i took many many workshops, until i had so many hours on my rp sked that i had to do them in secret without recording the hours so that i wouldnt be banned for spending too many hours on the raffles players. all the activities, close your eyes, feel this emotion, feel that emotion. quite frankly, that sorta stuff doesnt do much for me, because i dont like warm up for drama, i just like jumping straight into it, snapping in and out, but the juniors obviously do, and theyre the future of rp anyway, so they might as well pick these things up. maybe ill become a spiritual instructor/advisor someday. and another drama camp, when we were playing master and slave? and then hadris slave was alvis, and matin kept winking at him, so hadri kept on whackin him hard till finally we relented and played normally...then the following year when waikit was my slave, and the poor chap howled till we were warned not to hit too hard. and we were always such a bunch of happy singing people until recent events took a toll on and strained most of our relationships, though some of us pulled through and some of us were strong, leaving the past behind to start afresh, whilst others languished in pools of their own misery. i wonder what this years drama camp will be like - although i do know that it is gonna be fun.

starbucks is like home to me, maybe ill work there part time someday, the atmosphere is great - and the coffee is good.