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a part of me always
This wk was rather lovely. Other than my baking stint, a few tuition sessions with the kids at auntfaith's which is normally rather enjoyable. Except I hate it when the kids dont respond to my questions!!! (now I know how redmundlaw must have felt about 305. What exasperation.)Also netballed and also squashed with cel amongst other things, which left my shoulder and back screaming in protest for the following two days. But then I discovered the wonders of the OSIM back massager the mother bought. Though of course, some things just cant be replaced by machines. I think my auntie's massages are still imbaaaaa to the max - she used to massage me post contact rugby training as part of restoration purposes. Mmm.
Hopped around to a numerous places for interviews too and part of the reason why I am pleased is because I pretty much have got the wks right till the end of the year planned. I think! In a few wks, I should start working at this kids science camp I used to go with lulu and pam when we were p5 p6 kids. Its simply wonderfulllll, life really does come full circle.
Also, took up the florist job. Yay I get to wrap up flowers into pretty bundles and (very indirectly) make someone happy. (: Okay I think im mad. Anyhoo, while I surprised lunny the other day by turning up with the lemon meringue in hand after lugging it all around and doing a 100metre mad dash for the damn bus with the fragile pastry piece in tow, she in turn surprised me with this little gerbera!
Surprise surprise, this little pink thing is rather hardy its still alive after more than a day! My auntie saw the flower, and then conjured up this nice little porcelain vase from godknowswhere and demanded I put it in to 'decorate' the table. So there it is sitting prettily. It makes me happy.
Another happifying moment of the week - RGS nite. Its back, yes. Lunny and I were just about the only people from our batch I suppose. The sec4s black name tag prefects when we were just puny sec1s were sitting directly behind us and also saw a few random other teachers like tk wong and yeosooling and shirleytan and a few others i uhh forgot their names and OH OFCOURSE HOW COULD I FORGET AZAHAR!!! I was so excited when I spotted him that I immediately jumped and grabbed lun's arm and practically shouted AZAHAR AZAHAR and guess what he turned in our direction. (okay now i know im not as discreet as i think i am) AND THEN HE WAVED AT US!!! Being ultimate disgraces, we slunk away to a random corner to feast on our salads, still feeling bemused at the fact that he waved at us, when he most likely hardly remembered us. Oh azahar!
Watching the rgs girls perform onstage, hugging each other post performance tugged at my heart strings and triggered Reminisce Mode. Those happy happy rgs times with 305/405 the most united class ive had, with pb when we were all just so pure and innocent and safe under the wings of School and where things like JOB CAREER INTERNSHIP didnt mean a shit. The musical about a clique of 5 ex rgs girls reuniting after spending many years developing and leading their lives all around the world and then finally having the chance to all be in singapore for a nice little reunion was apt and entirely foreseeable in the coming future.
Well, its quite nice to see rgs girls going to all sorts of different fields and excelling and rocking the world everywhere they go. It wells up a sense of pride everytime someone zai is an ex rg girl, and like what lun pointed out, I think that night was inspirational for us as well - to want to uphold this tradition of excellence and be a part of it.
I think its safe to say I've had my best years of my life in RGS. JC was fun, but rg was simpler. And every time I see a rgs girl on the streets, I feel like telling her that that is most likely the best years of her life.
So we sang the school song with utmost pride -
Green black white balloons donated by the RGSPB batch of 1986 apparently -- (poksters, when we become rich and famous nxt time HAHA lets do something like donate balloons too. And, dont you think these balloons remind you of RCIP balloons??)
And these are happy rgs girls (:
Hopped around to a numerous places for interviews too and part of the reason why I am pleased is because I pretty much have got the wks right till the end of the year planned. I think! In a few wks, I should start working at this kids science camp I used to go with lulu and pam when we were p5 p6 kids. Its simply wonderfulllll, life really does come full circle.
Also, took up the florist job. Yay I get to wrap up flowers into pretty bundles and (very indirectly) make someone happy. (: Okay I think im mad. Anyhoo, while I surprised lunny the other day by turning up with the lemon meringue in hand after lugging it all around and doing a 100metre mad dash for the damn bus with the fragile pastry piece in tow, she in turn surprised me with this little gerbera!
Surprise surprise, this little pink thing is rather hardy its still alive after more than a day! My auntie saw the flower, and then conjured up this nice little porcelain vase from godknowswhere and demanded I put it in to 'decorate' the table. So there it is sitting prettily. It makes me happy.
Another happifying moment of the week - RGS nite. Its back, yes. Lunny and I were just about the only people from our batch I suppose. The sec4s black name tag prefects when we were just puny sec1s were sitting directly behind us and also saw a few random other teachers like tk wong and yeosooling and shirleytan and a few others i uhh forgot their names and OH OFCOURSE HOW COULD I FORGET AZAHAR!!! I was so excited when I spotted him that I immediately jumped and grabbed lun's arm and practically shouted AZAHAR AZAHAR and guess what he turned in our direction. (okay now i know im not as discreet as i think i am) AND THEN HE WAVED AT US!!! Being ultimate disgraces, we slunk away to a random corner to feast on our salads, still feeling bemused at the fact that he waved at us, when he most likely hardly remembered us. Oh azahar!
Watching the rgs girls perform onstage, hugging each other post performance tugged at my heart strings and triggered Reminisce Mode. Those happy happy rgs times with 305/405 the most united class ive had, with pb when we were all just so pure and innocent and safe under the wings of School and where things like JOB CAREER INTERNSHIP didnt mean a shit. The musical about a clique of 5 ex rgs girls reuniting after spending many years developing and leading their lives all around the world and then finally having the chance to all be in singapore for a nice little reunion was apt and entirely foreseeable in the coming future.
Well, its quite nice to see rgs girls going to all sorts of different fields and excelling and rocking the world everywhere they go. It wells up a sense of pride everytime someone zai is an ex rg girl, and like what lun pointed out, I think that night was inspirational for us as well - to want to uphold this tradition of excellence and be a part of it.
I think its safe to say I've had my best years of my life in RGS. JC was fun, but rg was simpler. And every time I see a rgs girl on the streets, I feel like telling her that that is most likely the best years of her life.
So we sang the school song with utmost pride -
Green black white balloons donated by the RGSPB batch of 1986 apparently -- (poksters, when we become rich and famous nxt time HAHA lets do something like donate balloons too. And, dont you think these balloons remind you of RCIP balloons??)
And these are happy rgs girls (:
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