welcome
You're here at msstraaten.blogspot.com
Be good, and if you can't be good, be careful.
Intro
i am who i am
i hate squatting toilets and people who cycle on pedestrian paths
i love my sg gibson bass guitar and playing crisis core
i spend half my life in yuhua secondary school
love is in the air
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Today I drifted away a little bit from a meeting I was attending (oops) and thought about all the bizarre love triangles/trapeziums/octagons that I have been hearing about in school. So far there's:
Melvyn loves Shannon
Melvyn loves Musarrat (??)
Melvyn loves me (he's a very loving guy)
I love Melvyn
(not true)Nicholas loves Davina
Yew Liang loves Peishan (?)
Then there are other things, like:
Apple likes to touch Eugene
Yew Liang likes to sit in Kamal's lap
Tu Yong likes to touch Cedric
Cedric likes to touch Tu Yong
Tu Yong likes to touch Desmond
... I can't bring myself to write of any more pervy exploits of 3E5. I am traumatised at the amount of frivolous touching that is occurring freely in class.
***
And once more Songtao didn't come to school! I think he might be setting a record. Tomorrow must find out what is going on.
***
In other news, 2E5 tried to make me sing again and almost failed. They didn't like Queen, so I shall not sing for them anymore. Hmph.
***
I bought maps for my English classes. 3E5 stared at it like it was some contagious disease in print form. 2N4 was so excited about it it took about 7 guys to put it up on one side of the class. I like maps. I used to stare at the map of the world just to read all the weird exotic names that were there. My eyes would roam over Europe and Central Asia, find the tiny dot marked SINGAPORE and then fly over Australia and across the Pacific Ocean to America and South America. I bet no one who reads this blog will know where Novosibirsk is without needing to check Google. Or Addis Ababa. Or Eritrea, or the Ivory Coast, or Christmas Island, or Easter Island, or the Cape of Good Hope, or the Rhine, or the Adirondacks or Appalachians...
Sometimes I think the difference between me and a lot of other people is, where other people want to go away from here and never come back, or never go beyond what they are comfortable with, I wanted to go away in my head. I like being here, in Singapore, in my own life, but I don't like being here all the time. That's why I read.
***
Just remembered that I wanted to blog about Monday's interesting performance. I do wish students in our school would cease to be so incredibly rude but there are some things in life that really require miracles, or at the very least brain surgery of some kind. I also wish that our hall sound system would undergo some kind of wonderful makeover because it sucks like total &*^(@#&. I couldn't hear anything during the prefects' skit, except Nicholas shouting about Bushy Bushy and people shouting at Eugene to shut up. Poor Eugene.
But the most entertaining part I found was the dance. Firstly Musarrat was dancing in those killer heels (I kept hoping she'd step on someone so the scream would ring to the end of the hall where I was sitting), secondly Melvyn was dancing with Musarrat and thirdly, that
peew-peew sound effect in the middle of the thing was so retarded I was laughing like a moron at the back. I think Ms Lim thought I was mad (she was sitting next to me).
IT'S THE TIME TO DISCO!
Labels: 2E5, 3E5, love, maps, pervyness, racial harmony day
and i'll return to you somehow: 18:36
