i am contemplating closing down this blog. it feels like a new chapter has begun, and the allegiance to this pixelated page has been interrupted. i am struggling between nostalgia and the need to move on, my verdict will be out in due time.
for now, let me try to recount the past three weeks that have flown by. work has basically stripped all priveleges of maintaining a reasonable social life during the weekdays. work's not so much stressful as it is frustrating. i am frustrated at the irresponsibility of my employers, to their students. just to give a rather sketchy picture, i started out teaching 2 students for english, and now the class's grown to 6. not a problem if they were all of the same standard. but my employers seem to ignore that fact, and conveniently place the children under my wing, as if it were a dumping ground of sorts. it's impossible for the older students to progress, and the newer ones to catch up. these are foreign students with no knowledge of english, mind you. it's a worser disaster for math. i have to run back and forth between two classrooms: teach, mark corrections, and ensure that they do not end up killing one another. it's another bizzarre situation that they, knowing that both my colleague and myself will be starting school in about 4 days, choose to only 'look into' the lack of a proper teacher at this time. let me not go on about how they treat the other employee. i am done, and sometimes, letting go is best.
the national day preview, which i attended awhile ago; my first since primary 5, was breathtaking. i loved the showcases of the air and seacrafts. i wished the f16s did more stunts though. but like every national day celebration, the audience is never to be disappointed, what more amidst great company.
the second highlight these past three weeks, was probably catching tan pin pin's invisible city. it's unfortunate that elias couldn't make it. it was an insightful and thought-provoking documentary. i particularly liked the intentional gaps left to force us into that awkward understanding of dementia, and memory loss.
i can't quite remember what happened inbetween. nothing so important, i believe. the usual beat attendance. recently, however, it was gig week. first it was force vomit at the esplanade theatre studio with roland, charan, elias and the others. their new songs aren't too bad. it was said to be a sold-out gig, but the space seemed pretty empty, and the crowd quite passive, probably saving all their energy for SITI, played during the encore. i was all upset about not being able to go for the cure, but roland was so kind to fork out the money for me first. on top of that, he managed to get me a 90 bucks deal for the 178 standing tickets on the day itself. you bet i was ecstatic. so on wednesday, the 1st of august, i was a very happy girl. what a way to start the new month! robert smith was mindblowing. the band played for three hours, without anything being said to the audience, other than the customary 'thank you'. brad dumped me last minute flyers to hand out, and roland threw them in the air towards the end of the gig. it was hilarious how everyone else thought the flyers came from the band, and they were literally snatching them. i watched this with amusement. the rest of that night was spent at home club. i skipped poptart. i got extremely intoxicated, dancing to jackson 5 and other 80s hits, and then twirling mark around in circles. thanks guys for dumping me in the front seat of the cab, and talking about my non-existent cleavage.
in that very same week was Baybeats. Friday was extreme mayhem. headed out with the intention to chill with some wine and catch Plain Sunset. With two mad men as company, and the third lost with some girl somewhere in marina, we headed straight to the 7-11 and grabbed for ourselves 2 bottles of wine. We so glamourously uncorked them at cafe cartel with my ancient corkscrew and made our way through marina square to the esplanade, gulping down wine with much gusto. Plain Sunset's gig was more like a cardio workout than anything else. Before we knew it, we were tangled in the mosh pit. Cowan and Roland unexpectedly grabbed me up to a sea of waving hands, as i surfed through the crowd with my bag, before the first number even ended. Roland was my appointed bodyguard, for his arm was wrapped tightly around my neck like a dogleash. THANKS. :) and towards the end of the gig, it was time for another body surf by yours truly, initiated by her wonderful friends of course. It was fun, nonetheless. Made our way to Home Club, and drank some more. Three bottles and many more jugs. Of course we were high. And my dear friend was on the verge of puking, hor, Elias? : )
It's a miracle how i managed to drag myself out of the house the next day for another session of Baybeats. LoveSong's set was impressive. Thereafter, headed to the hangout hotel and chilled with the bands, with booze of course. Chilled on their rooftop. I could live there. I think i might book rooms there for my birthday. It's also nice to hear the experiences of different people. One of the members from Aloha was telling me about how his sister is stuggling to be an actress in New York, and how the people in Boston were snooty. TooKoo (a band from Beijing), and Nick, the bassist from LoveSong struck me most. We talked about the most random things, from how the Chinese in Singapore were so different to how much a bottle of whisky cost. It was a great experience, really. I got home free from the evil grasps of alcohol, but tired nonetheless.
Again, I managed to get up on Sunday without any aching bones. Headed over to Roland's for dinner before heading down to the last and final day of Baybeats. All of us were shagged by then, and hence chose to just sit around until Aloha played. They're my favourite this time around. Their skills are inhuman, and the distorted sounds of the xylophones were indescribable. It's admirable how every member of the band switch around the instruments like musical chairs. At one point, the drummer had three drum sticks; two in one hand, and one in the other. At another point, he had a tamberine in his hand, while playing the drums. Isn't that what you call talent? I was blown away. To think that they were so humble when i met them the night before.
After all that massive mayhem, this week's going slower. I am home on a Friday night. Nothing much has been happening, except for tying up the loose ends with work, and getting my act together for school. Of course, there was National Day, and i missed unpopular radio and sweetmusic's broadcast 'Nationalism Day', because i was in slumber. sorry guys, "no make friend" haha. Tomorrow's poker, and Sunday's jamming with the band. Oh yes, for those interested, LoveSong, TooKoo, and Amateur Takes Control will be playing at Home Club this Sunday as well.
As for driving, i think i'm getting on quite fine. comments have generally been inconsistent driving. Hopefully, i'd get my license end of this year, or early next year. i think i'm manouvring the right turns quite well, but the circuit still puts me off quite a bit. let's see what happens when it's time for the parking and slope modules. i'm preparing myself for a disaster.
My brother's macbook pro is officially mine. I am getting it organised, and pictures will be up soon, if i don't get too lazy.
she waxed lyrical - 8:13 PM
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U made it too difficult for people to chat here. U shd get a chat box so people can make it more interactive for you...
: Fri Aug 24, 04:11:00 PM