and she smiles
written: 10:54 p.m. on Tuesday, Jul. 15, 2003

I came across two letters in the Straits Times forum page today on the issue of the government opening its doors to homosexuals. Both writers concurred that by doing so, the government is being socially irresponsible and immoral, and I obviously don't agree with such contrived bullshit, so instead of studying/cramming for tomorrow's maths test, I spent tonight drafting a letter that I intend to email to the newspaper.

Of course, I have had such reactions to certain letters in the forum page before and many intentions of writing something, but never really acted on it. Then again, I actually wrote out the letter this time, even though it's not complete. And I sacrificed my time for attempting to pass tomorrow's Maths test to stand up for the homosexuals in Singapore, so I think I owe it to myself to finish the damn thing and email it in.

When I typed 'stand up for homosexuals in Singapore' I was reminded of this extract we did during Literature class, one by Evelyn Waughn, "Mr. Loveday Goes to Town". I don't know, kind of thought of how Angela Moping is this stupid, pretentious idiot who makes stupid, pretentious statements that are so obviously self-gratifying, hypocritical and superficial, and how what I said sounds quite identical to the stupid, pretentious shit that she says in the extract, which I didn't really read but I have a gist of it anyway.

But that's not very important. I tend to be pompous sometimes. I think we're all susceptible to that.

Anyway, The New Kid actually got me something for my birthday. It was nice of him to get me two very lovely Slam Dunk t-shirts and I love them, but you should see the card that he gave me. My god. Everyone whom I showed it to ended up laughing their butts off. Even The New Kid himself finds it extremely hilarious. First, he misspells my beautiful, glorious name on purpose. Next, he writes totally stupid things in the card. And finally, the card itself is... argh! How do I say it without revealing everything? Okay. It's a bleeding musical card. It has a green dinosaur on the front and some blue creature. And balloons, if memory serves.

I wouldn't reveal the retarded content of the card 'cause it's private. I'm not going to share my friend's spasticness with the whole bloody world, although I did share it with a number of people at school, and not forgetting my mom and my brother, but that's not relevant.

What is relevant? I don't know.

You wouldn't understand what I'm going to rave about next unless you're Singaporean. Actually, you might, if I'm bothered to explain but I'm not, so too bad.

Anyway, I missed P.E. yesterday 'cause I took early leave and all so today I joined A3 for their five-items thingy. You know, NAPFA test? Yep. We did sit and reach, sit-ups and standing broad jump. My respective scores: 39 cm, 40 sit-ups in a minute, and 162 cm.

I've always had a real problem with standing broad jump despite having long legs. I don't understand why. And I got conned into thinking that the passing was 164 cm when in fact a 150-something can garner you a pass. So when I went for the first time and only got like 153 or so, I tried and tried again. Despite hitting 160-something a few times, the teacher made me believe that I still failed. So I tried somemore. This one time, a miracle happened. I swung my arms really hard, tucked my legs further in than I usually do, and when I landed I actually felt my feet sliding forward under my arse. And the result? 170 cm.

I was stable on both feet, revelling in the pure joy of jumping a distance of 170 cm. The first time ever in my life as a student being forced to do something as silly and redundant as the NAPFA test. Can you honestly tell me how being able to jump a certain distance is a testament to my fitness? I seriously don't get it.

Anyway, that was the miracle of the day. I'm dying to play basketball. I really want to play basketball. I just felt like mentioning that.

Going to study now. It's 11.11 p.m. And my birthday is over. Yes!

before sunrise // before sunset


Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010