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Saturday, September 3

my camera lens is still smushed in horribly on one side after my usual klutziness in the com lab that day so i really can't upload the pictures, sorry baloo/curly. and i'm hopelessly technology-illiterate hence arvind's suggestion to use my 'memory card drive' is total gibberish. english please?

teacher's day was fun. was fidgeting through the whole of the concert at rj though, too impatient to get back to sc. rushed back as soon as i could with the rj sc girls. remember that the first thought that popped into my head when we were going past the big courtyard to the amphi was a line from that chantal kreviazuk song

it feels like home to me -

everything was just the way it should be. it was packed and squishy and warm and chattering and buzzing and smiling in the cosy squashy green amphitheatre. and all the teachers were wearing these little crowns made of multicolored straws and smiling like they'd really been made queens for a day. and there were those dance items that everyone looks forward to by the sc dancers which, seriously, after all the dance troupes and concerts i've seen, are always the last word in dances; and there were the choir juniors who sang lollipop and some josh groban song that made everyone tear; and there was a skit with people dressed up just like life-size animals from the Jungle Book and a peranakan comedy act that made everyone laugh (and cringe, sometimes.) and through the whole thing there were big clusters of girls in their colourful class t-shirts linking arms and singing along and cheering (screaming) at every performance just like we used to, just like only sc girls can, and the teachers smiling indulgently at their girls, proud of every bit of effort and love that had gone into every single item. and i felt like i was home.

i saw mrs goh! and mrs yogee! and they beamed so happily at me and made me feel like i was missed. and mrs wang! trust her to gush about the homemade messily-frosted brownie i gave her like i'd given her the most gorgeous most expensive of designer cakes. and ms heng peered at me in her stern principal-ish have you done something naughty way but then she smiled and patted me on the shoulder and said welcome back. and ms tan! she hugged me and i remembered the times she yelled and hyperventilated at me in history and i couldn't help laughing. and ms chua :) when she hugged me i could feel the warmth and the love and somehow i felt like crying. no one does plain tlc like scgs teachers do.

caught up with viola/gen/sarah/nellie. they're so grown up! and pretty! viola could be a supermodel. spent a long time in the nice old canteen sharing a big orange bowl of the hot salty oily vinegar-y famous sc meepok with eli and hearing all the gossip about the juniors from jiezhen. sabrina rushed over from acjc and we spent a nice long afternoon, just me and her, walking around town and talking. I HAVE MISSED THIS WOMAN. she's like the big sis i never had. awwww. may lin came and we pored over the sc yearbook and ate ice cream.

and that was my scgs-filled day.

errr that was quite a mouthful.
disclaimer: avoid reading if you have serious aversions to mushy lines or reading long passages overloaded with detail.

anyway study hard peoples. i'm determined not to waste the holiday week again.
oh! sorry dani if my dad embarassed you today. hahaha. i know he has a habit of waving and grinning in an over-enthusiastic way

alrighty i'm off happy mugging everyone (except arvind-6As-without-studying)

shu` doodled at 17:02
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