There are three ways when it comes to dealing with bad stuff. The Ping method is to avoid conversation, avoid contact, avoid company. The Sera method is to hit things, smash things, inflict damage on things. The Yam method is the Cristina Yang method. Suppress, conceal, bottle — until it bursts.
(S02E04: “SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!”)
Yesterday evening was amazing, what with going to Kinokuniya and then having delicious cream pasta in Taka. A few hours later, I’m tucking myself in, and I begin to overthink. Overthinking is unhealthy. Overanything is unhealthy. So I overthought. And when the morning came I was still overthinking.
I tried to hold it in, and then KABOOM! I burst, all over the corridor. I managed to successfully scare at least a class’s worth of people. Everyone thinks that I am fine, that I am great, that I am holding up. I am hardcore, I am the machine. I am the glue that holds everyone together. I am fine enough to listen to other people’s problems.
(AS IF.)
I really have to thank the class girls for being understanding enough to know that once I’m done, I done. I don’t like reminding. I AM A MACHINE. And then I’m eternally grateful to the Triumverate. Ping and Sera are the best, and I love them to bits. They’re my family.
God. That was such a grand fireworks display of drama.
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Today had two particularly memorable moments. First was the Humanities Quiz, hosted by David Crawshaw himself. If it’s one thing one must realise, is that Option D of every multiple-choice question is The Rubbish Option. Thinking that Karl Marx could have collaborated with Papa Smurf to write one of his most influential works have been giving me much-needed hilarity.
And then there was English class. It started out innocently with me asking why God was following the latest trend of having crewcut hairdos. And then he replied, saying that it was a natural thing of him to do whenever the football season began. Following that was a condemnation of Anneliese’s support for Liverpool, and a glorification of…?
CLASS: Sir! Which team do you support?
GOD: What? Do I even need to clarify?
[...]
CLASS: Come on, Sir!
GOD: Why, it is the best team in the world, of course: Manchester United.
CLASS: (murmuring)
GOD: And I am not saying this because I am a fan. But because all the facts point to it. For example: Last year when they, once again, won the Premier League title–YEAH!!!
Seeing God go all crazy about football, makes one realise that this day… was peculiar enough to begin with.
And anyway. Kai Min and I have known each other way back, and today I finally got a chance to speak with him this year, while I was waiting outside 5.14 for Math Studies class. The one curious thing I realise about him is that he is unnaturally… happy. Too happy for a normal person. When I met him again in the bus, he had a permanent grin.
GAH. Am watching Grey’s Anatomy again to remind myself of screwed-up lives.
yam.
