Thoughts Unlimited

Geez. Why must they arrange our timetable in such a way whereby it is the most efficient in inducing sleep? Today Maths was... normal. Which means I somewhat understood what Mrs Chew said, but then again, I've heard the lesson before. Then PE, which should have been fun but wasn't, because it's putting. I like making full swings. With preferably the iron, but wood's relatively okay too. And then recess, during which I ate 'renhui-ish food', in the words of Juliet.

For the record, I had milo shake (I told you I liked that thing), egg sandwich, and cookie!! I would also like to say while those are my favourite food in the canteen and it's what I eat like half the time, I ate it today because I couldn't find anything else to that I wanted to eat (as usual... shh.. don't tell anyone).

After recess there was Chem, which is definately sleep-inducing. However, I have decided that I will allow myself some rest during Chem, provided I do my Chem properly at home. If I do, then it'll be okay. During History I woke up. And listened. We did stuff about child labour today. (See?? I did hear it..) And then there was Lit, whereby I couldn't have fallen asleep. Mrs Tan was sitting on my table (Mr Chia's influence).

I think that while it is rather interesting that The Handmaid's Tale draws so many parallels with actual historic events in the world, I still feel that it is a book which is not really something I would read or study if given a choice. It's generally just not my type of book. Surprisingly enough, I badly wanted to study Shakespeare this year, but then they didn't include any of his works. If anyone said that they prefered Shakespeare over other writers in Sec 1, I would have laughed. But I'm not laughing now, because that's the truth.

Today.. there was a red sky in the morning. Yes. A really nice red sky which Yinx was going crazy about. Although it did look rather nice from our forth floor lookout post (aka the corridor outside the classroom), I have to admit that it looked nicer from the back window of the school bus (or van, rather). The sky was a darker shade of blue and it was just a tinge lighter than navy blue, and the red streaks stood out so nicely against the dark backdrop. I really should stop this thing about the sky because it's going to become an English descriptive essay soon, and I don't think I need to be reminded about the English PT in school today.

As you can probably infer from the above sentence, we had English PT on the very first day back in school. We had it on the second block, before recess! Now, that's a real disaster, because our brains weren't really working just yet. All the gears were rusting and we needed some food to like lubricate it so that at least it would run relatively smoothly. Actually, I think I left my brain in London or Paris or somewhere over there.

Then recess, and I drank my milo shake again. I love milo shake. And then there was the dreaded PHILO. Damn. I just had to have this surname which starts with 'Y', and therefore permantly banishing me to the second half of the class, without hope of respite. And it just happens all the time. They should really start thinking about putting things from back to front just for a change in feng shui. Anyway philo was, more boring than a free block.

Chinese teacher didn't come because she's apparently down with dengue fever, and she set us this nice and hard worksheet which we didn't know how to do (evidently). If we did anyway, that would have been amazing. The relief teacher, stood like a statue at the front of the class for like 10 minutes in the beginning of the lesson, without moving, and the class was quieter than a mouse (mice do make noise you know). I was just beginning to think she was going to stand there for the next 1 hour when she decided to announce her departure. So just as well, because after she was out, we started complaining and asking each other how to write this and that.

SS was as usual, and after class Mr Azahar was wearing a tie. Which is an unusal sight which was the cause of many comments from students as he walked along the corridor towards the CLC where there were some visitors from Malaysia.

Went out for lunch with Neeti, Lyn and Nivi. We ate at Subway (where else, espcially after one entire month of withdrawl). While waiting for the bus at the bus stop opposite school, Lyn, Nivi and I conspired to buy this super-sweet, calorie-filled, instant-diabetes-causing thing known as fried mars chocolate bars with chocolate ice cream and genuine hersheys chocolate hot fudge sauce.

As you can infer from the rather long title (of course it was made up), it contains extraordinary amounts of chocolate, sugar, and in general, sweet stuff. Neeti isn't exactly the world's greatest fan of sweet stuff, and getting her to eat that should have been a tinge more difficult than it really was.

Anyway she ate half of it (only) and Lyn and Nivi finished up the rest of the fried mars bars, and Lyn made the remainder of the ice cream into, erm, melted ice cream.

During the course of lunch at Subway, Lyn somehow came to the conclusion that Neeti was pregnant, which is untrue (of course), unless you think she is that....... yeah. I'll leave it to you to decide. The conversation proceeded to rather amusing heights, with new scandals about Neeti and Mr G, Neeti and Mr Chandra, Neeti and Jackass, Neeti and..... a certain guy who shall not be named (no, he's not voldemort).

Yes. In Mr Chia's classically classic words, it was amusingly.. amusing.

And then life got back to it's boring, monotonous mode again..

Yes. I'm back. For the next 10 weeks. ARGH.

I don't want to be here in PT land. Europe rocks. Bangkok doesn't rock as much, but hey, I'd rather be there than here.

All my PTs are so dead. And everything sucks.

Tomorrow I shall go for maths.

Btw, picts from the Hist Lit Trip are up at http://rh.gfoto.com. It is not the school official thingy. It's my own. Therefore it contains mostly crap. Yeah. If you really need to see the school one, it's at http://rgs.gfoto.com. That's right.

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