I have not been working at all over the past few days. Allow me to recount, in a purely un-entertaining and rambling-narrative manner what happened. Interesting thoughts would be included in parantheses (sporadic, if any).
On Thursday, after having been snubbed after school, found myself heading towards the bus stop with dear Sera beside me. While waiting amidst the chaos for another 74, Winston suddenly appears, and a flashing of an sms lead to a decision to slack around and have frozen yoghurt and City Hall with Lloyd, Sera and Winston. Sera hung about for a while; after she left, the three of us guys had a major TCS at Gloria Jeans during which a Year 7 senior of Lloyd’s joined us. I believe I left the table at 9pm. I also believe that the intelligent company had actually made me conclude that the TCS was in fact productive.
On Friday, once again I found myself alone, walking towards the Estate Office, when I saw, from a far distance, the figure of Abraham Chua. One flight of stairs later, I suddenly find myself carrying my stuff and his, and plonking them on a table occupied by Gareth and Juzzie in the SAC. In between then and the moment Ted’s prayer meeting concluded, I also met the faces of the triumvirate, Lloyd and Adeline.
Fast-forward and you’ll see a whole gang of 3.16/4.16 classmates at Lido (Ted (to me): “Wow, you sure can run.” / Me (to Bevan): “He was like the sunshine of my life — and I’m a vampire.”), watching Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. (Personally I found it awesome for the most part, with a disappointing anti-climactic ending that made me go: “Wuhhhhh?”) Fast-foward again and you’ll see all of us plonked in the Heeren branch of Fish & Co.. Fast-forward again and I end up on the train indulging in a rare moment of gossip. (Personally I found it a huge relief that I’m no longer the JMT-type anymore.)
Today, after announcing the future ExCo of ‘09/’10, me and my successor Kristie had lunch in the SAC (in which I found myself trapped between two separate forces on the far right and far left of my peripheral vision), followed by a sponatenous outing to the salon along Thomson Road (now this is the true spirit of the Welfare department!). And throughout our non-stop conversation we had one might call a major senior-to-junior prep talk (which included the risks of being caring, the peril of being undervalued, and a try-my-best-to-be-self-effacing discussion about the looks of yours truly, heh). But I suppose friendliness and honest conversation are two essential traits.
Tomorrow, Juzzie’s coming over to my place at 9am. Clearly, my state of regurgitative writing reflects how my mind right now has slackened into a dangerously stagnant mode-of-alertness. But tomorrow should be purposeful. Hopefully I’ll get work (a Development Economics project on Comoros and the usual stack of un-annotated Lear extracts) done then!
yam.
P.S. I found a copy of Lolita in my locker. I dropped a brown wallet onto somebody’s lap.
