» cause everytime we touch, @ Friday, July 9, 2010
Came back from FLY (a Nanyang Theatre Club Production) about 2 hours ago. It. Was. Awesome. I shall elaborate laterrrr.
Today.
Assembly: Three words. Boring, boring, boring. We were forced to sit at the quadrangle for freaking long, listening to useless announcements. I'm sorry but it's true. Except for the part where this NY FPSP Team won the international champion for FPSP, beating countries like Britian, USA, etc. Isn't that like amazing? A team from Singapore beating all these countries. Furthermore, it's FPSP, the -sian-est thing ever.
Art: Oh, as usual I didn't bring a single thing. Today, we learned how to join to pinch-pots to form a hollow body base. It has to be hollow because if not air bubbles trapped inside the solid form will cause the ceremic thingy to explode upon heating due to air expansion. I mean, EXPLODE, how cool is that. I've never actually seen anything ceremic explode before. Anyway as mentioned, I didn't bring anything, so I had to cope WeiWen's plastic container and wet cloth to store my ceremic body base. I have this feeling it's gonna dry up soon.Which means that I will then have to redo it. Nooooo.
Recess: Potato salad. Bubble tea. $2 frozen yoghurt, shared with QY.
LA: OhOhOh, just as QY bought the yoghurt, the bell rang, so we had no choice but to gulp down as much frozen yoghurt as we could while running up the stairs. We didn't wanna be late for LA since we had to complete this LA personal recount compo thingy within the period. And yes of course, it's graded. And LA graded stuff usually has a high percentage. Scary ikr. Anyway, yeah, we gulped down about 3 quarters of the yoghurt and left the one quarter to melt in class since we very well couldn't eat it in front of Guava. Which reminds me, she's back -.- Even though she was supposed to rest until the end of the week. Damn. I managed to complete my compo. But it was like super cliche. The theme of the essay was Dreams, anything bout them. So I wrote about this Beijing Olympics Opening Ceremony2008 dancer person who had her dream shattered when she became paralysed during one of the rehearsals. And it was a true story, according to CLL lah. But I mean, how much could you write about a dancer becoming paralysed without making it sound TOO cliche? Like nothing much. So my essay turned out quite repetitive. That's why I'm not confident about it. Sigh.
Bio: Benny Koh is awesome. He spent a whole period (an hour) going through Practical 1.1, no actually, just going through the drawing of an epidermal cell of an onion in the practical. Like one hour on that .. thing. Wow.
Recess: Uh. I stayed in class I think.
Chinese: Split classes. Today Chen LS teached us how to write Yi4 Lun4 Wen2. The kinda essays which requires discussions, evidence, examples and all those shit. Anyway, our discussion topic was whether having the looks, or the capability (singing) was more important for famous stars. And I chose looks. So my discussion point was that the older generation were more in favour of capability than looks while the now-generation was just the opposite. And I went out of point. Like I started off with something about technological advancement which allows (horrible) singers to digitally enhance their voices, which doesn't make singing much of a problem anymore, so people were more into looks. And then, I started talking about plastic surgery. Which has totally no link to the difference in the older/younger generation. I have an issue, yes, a huge one.
Training: Urgh.
Training ended at 4.45. Mrt-ed to 313@Somerset to meet Daphne, QianYu, Divya, Jessie and NgXin. And the meanies didn't wait for me and went to eat themselves. So in the end, I ended up eating Subway while they watched me. Awkward. And usuallywhen I eat Subway, it will turn out to be a messy affair. Because I'm just so healthy to include ALL the veges so much that my sandwhich was overflowing with them that the veges kept dropping out.
Took 174 back to Nanyang. Whoa the bus was super crowded. Reached at 6.45-ish. Slacked on the swing for quite long. Went to queue up to get into the Audi for FLYYYY :D. And we had to queue for 15-20mins. Squeezed like sardins. I'm serious. And everyone got super frustrated.
Finally managedto get into the Audi at 7.35-7.40. Oh and Mdm Teo looked so different in clothes other-than-PE-related-clothes. Like she way doesn't loo like someone who hasa 13-year-old daughter.
Anyway, FLY was about this group of athletes in the 1970s. And it talked about a father's jealousy of his child becoming better than him at running, so much that the dad ended up killing his own son. HAHAHHA. And it also include a massacre. Where Isrealite athletes were killed by Palestine pretend-athletes. Oh and yes, about athletes forced to consume drugs and racial discrimination.
Ahahah, it was kinda confusing at times. Like there was this scene, where two NY Theatre Club members were talking to each other. And evidently they were in a relationship (in the play) since they were arguing about breaking up with each other. And for a moment, you'll think: "Huh. They're lesbians?" And then you realise that one of them is actually playing the role of a guy. Or maybe it's just me. And yes, because I have a slow brain, it took me quite long to proccess that. I told you I have a serious issue.
OhOhOh, I love the two loony doctors :D Hah Germans, what to expect. Sorry NgXin, but that's the truth.
The Truth. ;)
Overall, it was awesomeeee :D
Left NY at 9.15pm. And we walked all the way to the side gate, only to find it closed. Argh. Made a detour and went back to the main gate, which is frekaing far away, and walked to the bus stop, which is actually just right outside the side gate. Screw this. Because of that, I missed the 9.30pm bus 48 and had to take the 9.52pm bus 48. Gahhhhhhhh.
