Director's analysis
If you had read Miss Lipstick’s recent entry, you would have noticed two things. The first thing would be that I took the train to school yesterday instead if my usual morning drive, and the other would be that we were both civic minded individuals who felt really bad for not having been the first one to give up his seat to an old man on the train. But what you would not have known was that I did drive to school yesterday, cos we were actually taking the train to Hilton International Singapore to pick up the car, cos My dad started at 7 that morning. And as for us not being the first to sacrifice our seat, to the old man, well he actually really needed the seat, cos as I noticed the tension that was amidst created as a result of the “dude” vacating the seat anyway, the old man tried to put up a “ I-am- an- old-war-hero-and-I-still-have-many-more-years-left-in-me-what-is-standing-in-a-packed but-rocky-train-when-I-have-gone-through-far worse-things-in-life” front. But soon enough he relented and I noticed his experienced limbs shaking as he struggled to sit down on the seat. Wait, I haven’t really arrived at my point have I? Well, I was just trying to say that everything is never what it seems, in fact there are many a time when the truth could be the exact opposite of what you see. This was exactly what I learnt in theatre tutorial today where we did a lesson on reading a Director’s analysis and interpretation of his play. Trust me it was truly intriguing, even though I might not have made it out to be so.
I have been waiting for my three A level students to call me since Friday, or at least leave me a message but they didn’t and I was getting really worried. I would not have contacted my tutor if I did badly. So I messaged my other three students and my fears really came true. I know I shouldn’t be too disappointed about it, but sometimes I cant really help myself. I was entrusted with a responsibility to help these girls to do well in econs but I failed. The worse thing is not knowing where I have gone wrong, considering they had me for a whole year. I have had students in previous years with whom I had only 3 to 4 months to help them, but they all got at least a B in the end. Its times like these when I wonder if I would make a good teacher. I will be. I have to be.
I had a bad climbing day on Sunday and an even worse day at soccer with the boys. I couldn’t complete any of the walls I attempted to climb cos I really couldn’t grip anything, and my ball control gave way so much that I ended up hardly holding the ball. I wasn’t sure why the day was so bad but I am gonna attribute it to me being drained of energy after going on for 7 days without carbs.
So I rewarded myself on that seventh day with dinner at sakura with the Tan family in true Chinese Muslim fashion. I had a bowl of rice with chopsticks and lots of dishes and it really tasted so good. You wouldn’t think you would savour such good food until you crave for it for so long. There was Thai Chicken with Thai Chilli Sauce, Omelette stir fried in Onions, Sambal KangKong, Hotplate Beancurd with Mushroom, Black Pepper Beef served on Hotplate and to top it all off Seafood Tom Yam Soup. Wet anyone’s lips yet?
The dinner was so good I felt I could go on with my diet and exercise regime for another week and so it has been for the past two days, but as the funky cold madina had predicted, I am starting to hallucinate, but I am a fighter and I shall persevere especially when I have been receiving quite a number of compliments about my looks lately.
I just returned from Jalan Kayu where we celebrated Capt Z’s first solo flight and Vyniker’s return to civilization from OBS Perak. I know this sounds damn gay and lame, but I am extremely proud of the two of them, or maybe I am just proud to have pilots amongst friends. Either or. Although I know at some point in time, I would be envious of the extravagant lifestyles they would be leading as a result of their super-high salaries and the prestige that comes along with being pilots.
I feel a little too sleepy to go on so I am gonna stop here. Gotta be up for 9 am lecture tomorrow.
Out
I have been waiting for my three A level students to call me since Friday, or at least leave me a message but they didn’t and I was getting really worried. I would not have contacted my tutor if I did badly. So I messaged my other three students and my fears really came true. I know I shouldn’t be too disappointed about it, but sometimes I cant really help myself. I was entrusted with a responsibility to help these girls to do well in econs but I failed. The worse thing is not knowing where I have gone wrong, considering they had me for a whole year. I have had students in previous years with whom I had only 3 to 4 months to help them, but they all got at least a B in the end. Its times like these when I wonder if I would make a good teacher. I will be. I have to be.
I had a bad climbing day on Sunday and an even worse day at soccer with the boys. I couldn’t complete any of the walls I attempted to climb cos I really couldn’t grip anything, and my ball control gave way so much that I ended up hardly holding the ball. I wasn’t sure why the day was so bad but I am gonna attribute it to me being drained of energy after going on for 7 days without carbs.
So I rewarded myself on that seventh day with dinner at sakura with the Tan family in true Chinese Muslim fashion. I had a bowl of rice with chopsticks and lots of dishes and it really tasted so good. You wouldn’t think you would savour such good food until you crave for it for so long. There was Thai Chicken with Thai Chilli Sauce, Omelette stir fried in Onions, Sambal KangKong, Hotplate Beancurd with Mushroom, Black Pepper Beef served on Hotplate and to top it all off Seafood Tom Yam Soup. Wet anyone’s lips yet?
The dinner was so good I felt I could go on with my diet and exercise regime for another week and so it has been for the past two days, but as the funky cold madina had predicted, I am starting to hallucinate, but I am a fighter and I shall persevere especially when I have been receiving quite a number of compliments about my looks lately.
I just returned from Jalan Kayu where we celebrated Capt Z’s first solo flight and Vyniker’s return to civilization from OBS Perak. I know this sounds damn gay and lame, but I am extremely proud of the two of them, or maybe I am just proud to have pilots amongst friends. Either or. Although I know at some point in time, I would be envious of the extravagant lifestyles they would be leading as a result of their super-high salaries and the prestige that comes along with being pilots.
I feel a little too sleepy to go on so I am gonna stop here. Gotta be up for 9 am lecture tomorrow.
Out
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