It's been ages since I've had a proper meal.
And thus, I use it as an excuse to binge of the most unhealthy/fattening foodstuff, like chocolates, brownies, and pineapple tarts (#1 addiction/temptation, for now)
Especially with the overrated Valentine's day (cos everyday should be Vday!) that gives everyone an excuse to indulge in some (bloody) good food and indications of affection.
Red, is seen everywhere now.
From my toes to fingers to the lights on the trees, to flowers to the lovenotes written for one another, to the banners to the red cloth draped around walls/pillars, to the container covers (containing pineapple tarts!) to more decorations.
At the same time, it is running through us.
A representation of love,
and also that of anger.
Over the past 4/5 days, I've experienced nothing short of L-O-V-E (both from, and for me).
A special soulmate whom I made an exception for,
a 2 hour wait for my sis to be done with her rebonding,
and special short (but lovely) visit from D and weird friend between the 2 hours
on Saturday,
God's love, from my first Chinese Service (yes, I can understand),
A & Zzz and later Cheryl and Kristal,
Chinatown loving and the warmth of a protecting, guiding hand,
who last min shopped for sports wear with me,
and the 2 favourite juniors + beloved daughter
on Sunday.
Surprisingly, I can still sing the school song.
But like I've already told a few, it's so disheartening to return to your Alma Mater, only to realise many things have changed.
The Mission, Vision, and even School values have changed. From GRACIOUS to GRACE. (I like gracious better).
I still can't believe they demolished the museum? That's classic!
It kills the sense of belonging. By a little at least.
I liked where I was sitting on Monday, albeit the awkwardness. (I was scared and I was sitting behind the P)
I love how Monday mornings are in the hall and we sing to the band instead of tape recorders,
and I love daily scripture readings/singspiration though I barely absorb 80%.
Honestly, the stay was just a short, (but unexpectedly) sweeet 4days,
where I only met each class to a max of twice.
But there is this undeniable attachment, especially to my fellow yellow taggers.
I've had the weirdest questions posted to me, the weirdest stares, and the most awkward 'Hello's.
With little random Sec2s running up to ask me for my name, to them screaming from the Foyer, "BYE MS. LIM!" and more juniors addressing me by name than what they ought to. Not that I'd mind anyway, cos it really, was weird.
4 days, but I've learnt alot. Especially that fateful day I got screwed because THEY messed up the lab but I wasn't aware (aka, my inexperience to blame) and the discouragement when marking their scripts, (some could even tell me the effect of carbondioxide on limewater is nothing when I already showed the white ppt and particularly emphasized it or a blank sheet with lotsa heart doodles)
I am no pushover, but I do have a soft spot for them. I guess it's their innocence and willingness to learn (yes, they are but they aren't given a chance) that seems all too familiar to me.
I've been warned about how they are the last express class (so what, really) and are particularly noisy and I should be more strict. But I've never believed in the hard approach. Never. Ever since my DB days.
Indeed noisy, but respect has to be earned. I gave them a voice, and they let me speak. Maybe it's the smaller generation gap, but they weren't as tough to handle. (except the lab experience, omg trauma)
It was amazing, how I was related to nearly half the class- the trackers I trained since Pri School, sisters of friends.
And it was comforting to know at such a young age, they've already set O level goals for themselves (ie which JC they wish to go) when all I remember obsessing myself with at their age was everything but my academic future.
I remember the conversation we had in SA last yr,
that it'd be our last Vday in school,
our last chance to experience the love, the fuss, and the fun.
But HEY, I spent mine in school this year again.
Though I'm put in a different position, I felt it all the same.
That's one special thing of an all girls' school- every occasion is celebrated; big or small.
I remember how the 4 years worth of Valentine's was spent in there carrying huge ass bags to school, and bringing them down to assembly and running up and down in between lessons.
I was a little disappointed on Wednesday, it started out with a pleasant and beautiful surprise, in between was full of hiccups and more wasted good intentions, but ended on a rather heartwarming note. (:
My last day in School ended at 540- with a lot of unwilling whining and bitter goodbyes, an extra lesson with two girls, marking more scripts, a short (ROMANTIC, haha!) walk around the compound with that kid (who was looking for me since 2) and her box of Florida's Natural for me, a mini photo taking session, a milo can for that kid and a big (long goodbye) hug.
And today, I rewarded myself with a darn goood looong run,
the late afternoon weather was perfect.
Together with Mr. Safti, the boundless view from the balcony, the sweat soaked seat, Damien Rice on replay, Indices, and a dearest close-to-heart kid, my day was more perfect than I'd have imagined it to be.
(Though dinner sucked.)
Caught Last King Of Scotland on Monday. Mmm, I fell asleep a couple of times (was really quite tired), I'd say Babel was better. I've yet to catch Little Children!
And I watched John Tucker Must Die today. Hurhur.
Finally finished Empress Orchid too. The ending is so WTF! I have to interprete it myself!
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