Champagne Day/Coast Guard Day/Lobster Festival (Maine)/Chocolate Chip Day
2004-08-04 @ 9:04 p.m.

Today was another perfect (in my opinion) hair day. I think it's because of the new way I apply the gel. I find it singularly ironic that Mark Chen and I think each other's hairstyles are nice, a random fact I discovered during Mel's posh dinner party, but forgot to mention here earlier. We have to act tomorrow! The people in my scene rushed through our lines during the final rehearsal, because we've gone through them so many times already! We've more or less got the hang of our characters, but Liling's especially brilliant as Charmian! Argh, it doesn't feel like 9 right now, it feels more like 11. I was practically falling asleep during Guitar. Then after I came out, the cheerleaders were still experimenting with their stunts, so there wasn't anything to gawk at. Ended up trudging to the station with Mel, to escape Vaish and Shou Jie who wanted a display of my guitar skills (or lack thereof). It was one of those rare occasions when someone's actually going to the same place at the same time as me.

School today was just rubbish. I was helpfully reminded yet again of how close we are to the Promotionals. I'm screwed. Come to think of it, there were only two things about today that made me feel good. Okay, make that two people. I'll say something about one of them. Shaun being Shaun, I bullied him into carrying my guitar for me to TS4. In gest, he offered to carry my bag too, an offer which I accepted (since I'm quite a lazy slob sometimes). Still, I'm really not that evil, because I brought my bag with me to the canteen instead. It just so happened that I spied him walking back towards the TS with my guitar! So I gave him my bag too, and some M&Ms as a token of my appreciation and gratitude. Haha! The bag hung all the way to below his knees, so he made quite an amusing sight. Seriously though, he's my only friend who's never been on the receiving end of my caustic tongue, and not without good reason. There are friends, and there are friends...

Just finished reading Goh Sin Tub's Walk Like A Dragon, a collection of his short stories. They are rubbish, pure and simple. Think the Chicken Soup series, but in even simpler English and a lot less entertaining. Just by looking at who has praised his writing, one can know what to expect. Here's a listing of these (supposedly) more important people: Tharman Shanmugaratnam, Teo Chee Hean, Yaacob Ibrahim, S.R. Nathan, Tan Cheng Bok, Lim Boon Heng, George Yeo. I had hoped that "one of the pioneers of Singapore literature" would tell a better tale. Why the hell does my dad like his writing? Every story seems like a reincarnation of another one, just rehashing the same tired spiel, whether it be Confucian values or sappy emotional territory. Where's the intellectual challenge? In comparison to Alfian Sa'at's A History Of Amnesia, Walk Like A Dragon does anything but. Perhaps Ms Ho likes Goh Sin Tub's work? That wouldn't surprise me...