mr obliques
i woke up so early to catch the earliest possible train, just because gordon used capslock on me last night. he said to go to the mural at 7am. and so i reached school at 6.35am, when the stars were still bright. and gordon the king himself was late.
i realised that i never got to buying ankle socks. the mural's finally done. no more having to stay back late, up on the scaffolding getting pissed over lack of light green paint.
arts alive! was today. i spent fifteen minutes during gp lesson making an ambigram for 'raffles' and 'play', and used it for the art competition. jeffrey was there too! and he drew random lines at first, but they came out looking so colourful and nice. and then he submitted another artwork under another person's name. today, i provided the moor-tarbet people with a lot of my paper =( but i had fun making my little ambigram and collage.
i waited outside the chamber room today because i didn't dare to go in again. and amanda didn't play today. the chamber room looked like a mess again. i made sure it was clean and neat before i left last year on open house day. and today i realised that i can no longer hear subtle intonation differences. and i can't play fast passages anymore. it feels different, because nothing's the same anymore.
during the break i went out and saw the volleyball people training, and jeffrey was there too. he looked so excited to receive and pass the ball, it was so amusing.
but i wasn't exactly happy.
i was waiting in the canteen for nothing, and i had a really disgusting chicken pie from stall 2. ended up watching as you left the canteen. waited till like 7, and then i left. didn't really feel like leaving school. i got off the train at city hall, and took a long walk back home from city hall.
the walk was quite painful, because you still hurt me so much. the lighting along south bridge road was quite pretty. and for the first time i looked at the shophouses and recognised that they were gentrified areas.
i was crying for a while. because i didn't know what else i could do. i've already tried so hard. i tried cleaning my classroom till late night, and doing mural work till late night, just to tire myself until i couldn't remember anything you said. but when i see you i just fall apart all over again.
when i got home, my sister was doing another photo collage for yet another boyfriend. i just wonder how many more times she would do that. i mean, so much for long-lasting, God-approved, heterosexual relationships.
i realised that i never got to buying ankle socks. the mural's finally done. no more having to stay back late, up on the scaffolding getting pissed over lack of light green paint.
arts alive! was today. i spent fifteen minutes during gp lesson making an ambigram for 'raffles' and 'play', and used it for the art competition. jeffrey was there too! and he drew random lines at first, but they came out looking so colourful and nice. and then he submitted another artwork under another person's name. today, i provided the moor-tarbet people with a lot of my paper =( but i had fun making my little ambigram and collage.
i waited outside the chamber room today because i didn't dare to go in again. and amanda didn't play today. the chamber room looked like a mess again. i made sure it was clean and neat before i left last year on open house day. and today i realised that i can no longer hear subtle intonation differences. and i can't play fast passages anymore. it feels different, because nothing's the same anymore.
during the break i went out and saw the volleyball people training, and jeffrey was there too. he looked so excited to receive and pass the ball, it was so amusing.
but i wasn't exactly happy.
i was waiting in the canteen for nothing, and i had a really disgusting chicken pie from stall 2. ended up watching as you left the canteen. waited till like 7, and then i left. didn't really feel like leaving school. i got off the train at city hall, and took a long walk back home from city hall.
the walk was quite painful, because you still hurt me so much. the lighting along south bridge road was quite pretty. and for the first time i looked at the shophouses and recognised that they were gentrified areas.
i was crying for a while. because i didn't know what else i could do. i've already tried so hard. i tried cleaning my classroom till late night, and doing mural work till late night, just to tire myself until i couldn't remember anything you said. but when i see you i just fall apart all over again.
when i got home, my sister was doing another photo collage for yet another boyfriend. i just wonder how many more times she would do that. i mean, so much for long-lasting, God-approved, heterosexual relationships.
posted by ivan at 9:56 PM
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