uggh. have entered ultra-stoned state of apathy that results after an extremely bad sugar high. and bad as in "half-a-pint-of-ben-and-jerrys-one-sweet-whirled-ie-caramel-and-coffee-stuff-and-one-and-a-half-bars-of-chocolate" bad. and not good after running cross. i.e. body absorbs sugar very fast. me and brother were bouncing around the busstop. literally. and brother suffered spasms. and because of eating too much ice cream at one go, was also feeling sick. which is not a good feeling when feeling very, very hyper. how do people finish one pint all by themselves!!! crazy.

on a lighter note. i now have a potential 4 future furballs that are currently 4 very nerve-wracking pink squirming thingys.

anyone got that letter advertising the "GEP Alumni Association"? that super elitist thing that makes all readers choke on their incredulity? well, it was also plugging the "GEP Funfair", which was supposed to raise funds for charity. so 4 of us went down, 3 after debate, presumably to laugh at it.

it was horribly bombastic. for one, it took up the whole moe grange road field, and thank to the rain the field was very muddy, so you can imagine the problems that caused. it ended up with the 4 of us watching our steps instead of the stalls or (relatively non-existent) scenery. after making a gingerous (? what do you term the adjective of gingerly...) circuit of the field, we exited rather quickly and spent the rest of the day around books in orchard.

i dont know what exactly gets me about it, the fact that there were so many small kids around, the fact that there were so many parents around, or probably the fact that it was organised in the first place. if you see the "aims of the funfair", they're to "promote the understanding of the GEP". well i dont know about you, but organising a "GEP funfair" isn't exactly the best way to go about doing it. for one, it smacks of elitism of the highest degree. and there's the rub. it's a sad irony that all this 20 years of "education of the highest order" isn't really gonna mean anything any more. a careful analysis of the parents there would reveal a disproportionate amount of "taitais", swinging LV handbags and strutting bright blue pants (ok i generalise here), practically oozing the "my-child-is-so-much-better-than-yours-he's-in-GEP-can-you-beat-that" kind of mentality. the saddest irony is that this isnt gonna mean anything anymore. 5 years down the road, the new "elitist, die-die-must-get-my-child-in-there" will be the through-train programme or the IB, and the GEP will be an anachronism. in addition, considering the fact that these kids are "the future of the nation", and that these little primary school "future of the nation"s are holding mommy's hand as they trot everywhere, and that the number of GEP schools have practically doubled since its initiation (dare i even say tripled?), one starts to worry for the future of our dot at the end of the malaysian peninsula.

then again, there's something to be said for having such a damn big funfair. they even had an elephant bouncy castle thing, spinning alice in wonderland cups and even a small train. and a lot of mud, which the kids didnt seem to mind. for one, its obscene. all those little kids wearing orange shirts with "GEDP" on the back (gods above), teachers wearing red GEDP shirts, and us wearing disgusted expressions. maybe its just us with our own class of predjudices against the conspiracy to phase out the GEP, maybe we're being irrational and close minded and just can't stand kids, maybe we're even being traitors to our own kind. but why don't you see the pictures we took and hear the subsequent conversation about government conspiracy policies and see for yourself.

music of the moment - gnawing
mood of the moment - unsettled

somehow when reading all those fascinating arguments going on about religion in that other school about 2km away from me i feel...disconsolate :|

twenty-four fishes in the deep blue sea and you forget to turn off the light so i'm flying in the marianas thinking of you and blue hamsters turning over end and ends in my mind, convoluted swirls like the flash of lantern light and just as indirect as chopin going in one ear and smoke over water spreading throughout my senses so are you ok or are you playing possum? i can't tell, you won't tell, and so i drown here wondering why fish burrow.

music of the moment - deep blue something - breakfast at tiffany's
mood of the moment - resigned.

if you feel bored:
1. go to google
2. type in "weapons of mass destruction"
3. click "I'm Feeling Lucky"
4. grin a lot

:D

spent the whole day playing guitar. skin on tips of left fingers probably grown about half a cm thicker :P

ooh. and jan gabarek is very very nice. though i think i didn't really do justice to the ticket, because i was so tired from ntus i found myself falling asleep. i hope subliminal hearing works, because what i heard was very...full-bodied? the saxaphone tone was absolutely beautiful, and it could range from an irish fiddle to a plaintive cry, and the pianist seemed simple at first because he was playing the accompaniment but once they got to their solo sections they really shone. i couldn't even track his improvisation, and he used quite a bit of modern techniques (like playing in the piano. as in, in.) the bassist too...playing below the bridge. but this most..impressive was the percussionist. well, for one, her setup looked like a while wall of...metallic things. the only way you could see her was because she was wearing a bright yellow outfit. and she was very animated. but..maan. i've never seen anyone play the percussion like her before. practically a whirling dervish. whoooo. good stuff :D

hmm.

and i'm staying. next stop - which class :|-