I’m slightly affected by a thing that happened yesterday. Even now….but I guess life goes on. People move on, and I hope he will….

Dong dang sayang, dong dang sayang,
Dong dang sayang….

Dong dang sayang, dong dang sayang….

Pffft. Attended choir at DHS this morning. Met Marcus in the canteen…no idiotic security guard around, phew. Heh. His hair ( what’s left after Tekong…) is growing back, and he’s peeling all over! Eww. Poor thing. I am amused by his hat-hair.

Choir was pretty mundane. Jerrold is as earnest as ever as the student conductor. I always think of an eager, red-cheeked choir boy whenever I look at him. Hahah! He. Is. Just. So. Cute. Watching him getting all serious is really amusing--- in an endearing way, I guess. Heheh. I didn’t do much teaching today, ‘cos I missed warm-ups. Oh well. Next time then. Spent most of the time sitting behind crapping with M. He has so many weird pictures in his phone! And for some reason, he kept wanting to take my picture; I am so un-photogenic! So I kept ducking..he got one in the end still lah. An ugly, spasticated one. Pffft.

Ms Lai was also in the choir room. She saw me and went like, ‘Pearlyn, since you’re in Dunman High Choir tee, can you please tuck in your shirt?’ -_-||. Blah. Ah well. Mr Kiw also saw me, but he didn’t say a SINGLE thing about my attire, despite his status as Discipline Master! Heh. He asked me about school and commented that my face looks so pointed now. Hah! That’s like, a good thing. Luckily at that point of time, Marcus was in the toilet. Staff toilet(!). But that’s not the point. If Kiw had seen him, he would have been interrogated like there was no tomorrow. Haha.

We left choir early, for brunch at Mac’s. Being an ex Dunmanian for 2+ months has caused my mind to draw a blank when M asked which bus to take. So we walked and walked out of the gate….to a random bus stop and took Bus 158. And I was correct! Tralala. And I didn’t fall!

-_-|| Blah.

Was treated to yogurt. Watched in envy as M devoured an entire meal in less than 20 minutes. Stupid superhuman metabolism!! It’s nice to talk face to face…after so long. Hehh. Ah well. More walked after that. Took a longer route back to DHS, where we sat stoning in the foyer until Mum came. I don’t know why she keeps insisting to fetch me everywhere even until now. ..I feel like I’m obliged to obey every single thing she says. Which isn’t what I like to do mostly. It’s very restricting somehow.

Yeah I know, that sounds ungrateful.