Beethoven's Birthday/Jane Austen's Birthday/Misa De Gallo
2004-12-16 @ 11:14 p.m.

You definitely see a lot of people in the underpass. I met my cousin three times, out with her boyfriend on her birthday. People count: Allen, Clinton, Diana, Joshua Lim, Lillian, Mel Ng, Ms Ho, Shirin, Theresa, Tim Ng, Titus, Yumun. Ms Ho had a 15-minute conversation with me, which was one of the few times that I wasn't irritated by her. She's leaving next year, which means there'll be nobody left to argue with he-who-must-not-be-named. For what it's worth, Ms Ho made a very sharp observation yesterday. We write. He doesn't. My arms hurt after moving all the chairs around yesterday and today, so you can tell just how unfit I am. I feel so mean, because I let Dan carry all the chairs when we were clearing up at Shaw House. Posing as statues today was fun though! I might go down again on Sunday after YE just to do that. It's more fun than just plain canning, even if I did run out of creative poses very quickly. There was this weird kid though, who kept trying to peer at my face, which was obscured because I was in the thinking man's pose. Then he couldn't drop his donation into the damn can like a normal person. He had to drop it into my palm, from which it fell out onto the floor. So he picked it up, and put it back in my palm. Kids these days are weird...