Umbrella Day
2004-02-10 @ 11:28 p.m.

I've been looking at the lyrics for Lesiëm's songs. How interesting. They sing in a bizarre mixture of Latin, Italian, French, and some unintelligible languages. I think it's very difficult to chant in the style of a Gregorian bass, I've been trying to mimic the tonal quality without success. The tenor is no sweat at all, not surprisingly. Anyway, having learnt from my experience with my practical criticism essay, I've already started on my Economics essay, which is due on Friday the 13th. Is that an omen, a portent? Most of the essay, so far at least, has been lifted from the lecture notes, which are pretty damn good. I'll ask around tomorrow, and hope a lot of people are lifting from the notes too! I've a fairly good idea of where my essay is going, so I ought to be able to finish it if I just work at it regularly over the next two days. Did anything noteworthy happen today? I can't quite remember, Tuesdays just seem to pass me by in a blur of lectures and tutorials. The morning is okay, it's the afternoon that's a killer...

Oh, just remembered! We finally got called up by the Head of Languages over our latecoming for French. I think our teacher is damn unreasonable, he doesn't seem to accept any of our excuses, even when they happen to be true. As far as I know, the other language departments don't kick up as big a fuss over this matter as the French Department. I bet it's that bitchy female teacher taking the other JC class who's at fault. After being "counselled" by the HOD this morning, I find that some people at the top seem to think that students shouldn't be doing anything fun outside of school time. You should have seen the look on her face when we said we were having a class outing before French, even though we all took pains to emphasise that we left with potentially plenty of time to spare. Heck, at least Mr Quenot didn't count us as absent on that day, so I can still skip one lesson of French if I ever feel like it...

Why is everybody picking on my new haircut? Weird. To paraphrase Ankit, I look like a jock from the back, and a poseur from the front. Don't the two somehow go hand-in-hand most of the time? Never mind that. I like generosity! How irrelevant that sounds, coming suddenly out of nowhere. You see, the Interact Club is selling roses during Friendship Week (as always). I'm too broke to buy any, and there's nobody to give one to anyway, but that's a subject best left to Valentine's Day for griping. Shaun bought six roses for $10, but he didn't want them actually, so he gave them to me since I wanted them (for no particular reason at that time). Thong twisted them into a garland, somewhat thorny one too because of the wires. I took it apart and made a bouquet, which was in turn rejected by my friend who was asking people to give her roses. She wanted live ones by the way. Girls are so fussy sometimes!

Sigh, it was very nearly another lonely Tuesday evening ride home on the MRT for me. I felt damn stupid, walking around in the canteen looking for someone I recognised who I could at least tag along with to some place. Thank goodness I met Daniel just outside school, and we in turn bumped into more classmates at the HDB shops. Ended up in a group chatting on the MRT. Sometimes I feel that I don't quite belong anywhere in school. I'm not a jock, I'm not a minority race, I don't flirt, which if you ask me, are the three things that make it easiest to fit in. Even if you could gather a bunch of people and label them freaks, I still wouldn't fit in, that's how alien I think I am comparatively. (I hope no one from J'faien/1A01A is reading this, but if you are, I really do like our OG/class! This is catharsis, if you will.) You'd think I'd have got used to it by now, but it still sucks to not have anyone to talk to half the time. That's why I still like the people in YE, at least you guys talk to me more. Argh, I think I sound very pathetic right now, which is rather uncharacteristic. Ah whatever...