Dress Up Your Pet Day/Pongal/Assembly Line Worker's Day/Makar Sankranti
2005-01-14 @ 9:46 p.m.

Went to The Café Cartel for lunch today with our seniors, Lynette and Weiming. People always look so different once they've graduated. I didn't like the food there, or maybe it was just the stuff that we ordered that wasn't so good. The bread's wonderful though! It was nice to have lunch with the class again. Looking forward to Thursday's party! These are the songs I've been playing every morning on the way to school: Amethystium's Shadowlands, Avril Lavigne's Get Over It (which doesn't deserve to be a B-side), Delerium's Love and After All, Hoobastank's The Reason. What common thread runs through four of the songs? I wonder. I'm adding Sting's Send Your Love (Dave Audé Remix) to my playlist, starting next week. I like my music loud these days. Shiqi and I are lamenting the fact that we're always doing last-minute position papers, even though this is number five. We actually swapped partners for Mr Rollason's position paper, so I got the better deal. Haha! I can't help it if my History's so lousy, right? Reading at De Profundis was okay, although it's not something I want to do again soon. Wonder what the audience thought about our poems? CWC sounds like it's going to be great fun this year. Please just don't change our name to InkSoc!

You know what I really want to do? I compiled a list last night. I want to learn to play the violin and the drums, and to play the piano and the guitar better. I want to sing, because when I'm singing, I don't need anyone. Music is liberation indeed. I want to speak five languages, and become a diplomat somewhere far away, because I'm terrified that I'll live out a mundance life in sunny Singapore, and I want to be so much more than another good, obedient Singaporean. I want to be different, but I'm all too aware that it doesn't pay to be different here. I want to be 12 again, after PSLE was over, because that was one of the happiest times of my life. Running madly in and out of three classrooms, being young, and consequently, carefree. I'm regressing! At the moment, do you know what I really want? Take a guess? The answer's not as simple as you might expect. (How I love being cryptic! So sue me already...)