you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

8:21:00 AM
Sunday, March 26, 2006
bop to the top
O2 ended with a bang. i'm saying this NOT cos i was in the adhoc (organising committee) but that really, it did. they had a fantastic pizza night with quality pizzas from Canadian Pizza with the flavour of their choice PLUS packets of Lays' Potato Chips PLUS bottles of Coke. During MY O2, i remembered only having pizza from some obscure Pelican Pizza, that's it.

oh and then i had to shoo all the J1s from the canteen to the hall for Disco Nite, daunting task cos i was only accompanied by my oh-so-wonderful loud hailer. the teachers simply just sat there eating for a bit and watched me shout at the people. i have this feeling that they actually found me screaming my lungs out entertaining. oh well.

Disco Night was fantastically fun. but ahem, of course i had to do some work by making sure that the stage was clear from people trying to do a body-wave or from moshing. it was actually heartening to see the J1s still cheering like a bunch of hooligans when we shoo-ed them out of school, to the point where we were actually afraid that the neighbours might complain due to the amount of noise with all that yelling and cheering. but aiyah, anyway, they were already out of the school compound so nothing much that we could do.

Oh, oh.. and i was the emcee for the day with winny! so cool larh. ahhah.. she really surprised me with her confidence and how she handled herself on stage. ok ok.. let me praise myself a bit.. i was good BUT because i already have got the experience from my primary and secondary school emcee-ing and narrating days, that 'goodness' doesn't really count.

yeah yeah.. i'm super ego i know.. ahahh.. but it's MY blog after all!

right then moving on to something not so good..

yesterday was the smss guides campfire.. er actually, gangshow. sigh. what more can i say other than to insist that they have a campfire next year? and the smss performances. other than the last item by the Sec 4s.. sigh.. let's just say that their dance movements were so energetically-challenged that it was actually an anti-climax to the whole show.

i really really don't want to bitch and be harsh but i really have to get things off my chest.

also, where was the smss-tradition dedication song? the gateway was.. ok, let's just leave that unsaid shall we.. oh, and they used MY bricks (that i invested my money in 3 yrs ago) for that campfire-pit thingie in the middle of the hall instead of using them on an actual campfire pit.

oh GOD. AND forgetting to declare the campfire close was just a super duper majorly humongously enormous big boo-boo. at that point of time, i simply just wanted to disappear.

there were so many times during the campfire that i wanted to crawl into a hole and bury myself and cut off all relations with the company. i dunno. perhaps it wasn't that bad to most people and that i just had high expectations of the company since my time, and also perhaps that i kept making unfair comparisons to my batch's campfire, which was a real campfire with 26-odd schools- which had just 1 small hiccup and that that there was a short delay in lighting the campfire pit. or perhaps it was the 3-year generation gap that perhaps got me just so shocked and simply flabbergasted and embarrassed at some of the things they did. yeah. maybe that's it. maybe i'm just old.

i really really don't mean to be so harsh and to upset people with this but i really do hope that they would learn something from the event. the only consolation was the fact that the invited guides and scouts were enthusiastic and supportive about the whole thing. and were kind enough to return all the benches. also, i got to see my juniors again and my 03/04 PLC again (even though there was only 3 of us who made it.. the rest were smart enough not to come after they heard it was a gangshow not a campfire) so that was nice. so yearh, those were probably the only plus points for me.


please give me a few months to recover from the trauma. like seriously. my brain needs some time to brainwash itself.

honesty is the best policy