Sunday, September 03, 2006
playing - love in the first degree. haaa.

was hopping mad when i read the papers this morning. have since calmed down after screeching to about 5 different people about square-brained youth lacking in self-assurance and bold individuality, and with parochial views on style and fashion to boot. (if you are too visually challenged to notice, the three 'coolest' uniforms all vaguely resemble each other in colour combination) in any case, i have since decided that they cannot be blamed for their unfortunate inability to appreciate our uniqueness (and really, it is the most comfortable school uniform i have ever worn, both airy and convenient to change into after pe). the original design of the current uniform included a slightly more fitted cut, which is definitely more flattering than the current straight-cut piece. but having worn both before, i can only say that there is no need to look so picture-perfect everyday anyway; the looser one allows for more movement. in any case, it doesn't matter what other people think (it would be nice to know who, exactly, conducted the survey on whom, indicating their ages and schools) and we have all since agreed that what matters most is that both teacher and student featured (for the first time ever, thank God for mrs seet!) were obviously proud of the uniform. we have a 164-year-old heritage that includes a few decades of polkadots, and we're proud of that. very, very proud. besides, the dots are perfect for teaching younger children their multiplication tables while doing community service at after-school centres, no? and as the girl mentioned, there's this sense of unity when you see someone else wearing the uniform. unlike in jc, where half the schools seem to favour the same colour and cut (khaki, according to the schools, with varying pleats) and you can never tell if the person is from your school until you're close enough to count the pleats, we never faced that problem in st marg's. in fact, i have no qualms even now about walking up to girls wearing the uniform or other identifying clothes and asking them about the school. (sometimes they stare and say, were you a prefect? no, i never was, but thanks for the compliment) my only grouch now is that the school painted some white parts of the buildings pale yellow. it is extremely aesthetically displeasing. most old girls raised a hue and cry, but i suppose the school can't afford to paint it back. and i discovered the other day, when talking to a junior, that she hadn't even noticed it'd been painted over. i can't decide if she's so comfortable in the school that she doesn't notice what's around her, or if she's just plain blind. anyway, here's to all old girls of st marg's! we're proud of our heritage, unique uniform included (what an oxymoron, but hey we achieved it as a whole student body), and other people's opinions (and puzzling references) needn't affect us. (but i still hope they paint it back someday. before the 170th celebrations)

it was missions sunday at my church today. how appropriate. i might say coincidental, but God does not work with coincidences. i'm taking what the organizers say as a further indication of His will - if they're okay with my being j2, i'll go. even if the briefing and planning are in the midst of my a's, literally. a's are just for now. as long as i can get into a relevant course in uni, my raw grades won't matter to me. as long as i can do what i will be called to do. i don't want to be a missionary. are you mad? it's a frightening word. i'm not there. i just want to teach in a developing country, and let God work through me in more subtle ways. if this particular trip doesn't go through, then i'll continue with my prior plans. but, wow, i really want to go. reading through the description/proposal and itinerary was like reading through a written account of one of my dreams. (except the bit where i stare into the starry sky and feel my relative insignificance)

we're reconsidering the labrador. again. because my mother was all, do we really need such a big dog? (yes! i do! i need protection! against what, don't ask) but maybe it's better to adopt from the asd.. if the medical costs aren't too unaffordable. whatever it is, i'm still holding out for scruff, to the dismay of my poor mother, who is convinced that my children will be very unconventionally named.

and i still can't do math. it's very demoralising. brain, brain, wherefore art thou, brain? 'is there a hole in your head? because your brains appear to be leaking out through it'. i love polgara. shall go back to school tomorrow to hunt down my math teacher from last year (minus the customary parang) to beg for help since my teacher won't be back til the exam starts. hooboy.

plus i finally got shoes! hah! albiet two sizes too big. but they're cheap.. see the draw? i put in insoles, and hopefully i won't trip all over myself. what are the chances, i'm the clumsy pelican of the plc. sigh.

i am cow, i am cow, hear me moooooo. (wow i love that song)
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