Wednesday, April 12, 2006
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Why is everybody sick these two weeks? Wei Ning, Sherilyn, Aw Su, Min Ling, Pak Meng, Priscilla, Xinyi, Clarice, Wan Zhen and me... some slightly sick, some a bit more serious... I'm glad that my condition isn't too bad... but on the other hand, I wish it was bad enough for an MC because I really don't feel good about running in 2.4 km on Thursday with respiratory problems... the results never come out good.
Sunday was my retail therapy day. Went for a haircut (and thus the funny fringe I have now) at Sandy's and bought a corset top (black with black lace and pearl buttons) and a pair of black jeans (hope it won't become loose like its predecessors). Spent some $90+ in a day... but I think the real shopping queens would find this chicken feed. But I'm a thrifty person, and I don't go on shopping trips often, so $90 looks a lot to me. It's even more so when you regard $90 as "recess and lunch for 22 weekdays".
NAPFA 5-item test last Thursday... kinda screwed up, but I always screw up fitness tests because I am extremely unfit. It's quite an achievement that I can jump my height (Is 156 far?) and complete 33 sit ups (and suffering persistent stomach muscle ache for three days as a result). I couldn't walk properly after the test and couldn't climb the stairs without pain for three days. I hardly dare to think of the aftermath of the 2.4 km run. Maybe I'll be paralysed for a week. Maybe I'll come to school in a wheelchair on Friday, connected to a life-support machine and an oxygen tank. Maybe I won't even come at all, lying in bed motionlessly in chronic muscle-spasms while the others drag their lactic acid-filled legs to school. Sounds like Parkinson's? Well, maybe I'll contract Parkinson's after the run.
I wish my life was like The Sims 2. The homework looks so easy. All Child, Teen and Young Adult Sims have to do is to sit down, whip out their books from nowhere, whip out a pen from nowhere, and start scribbling unknown stuff in invisible ink, in the meantime, pretending to think hard to enhance gameplay. The only problem was losing Fun, almost like real life, except Sims don't seem to lose their marbles doing homework... like I always do. You'd lose your marbles if your Amaths teacher explains quadratic functions to you the way a five-year-old would explain to an adult Einstein's theory of relativity.
In other words, GENERATION GAP.
No, she's on the younger side. I'm the older party.
I think I suffer from generation gap with people of my age or even people in their early-twenties to mid-thirties. It seems that while I can't relate to babies, toddlers, children, tweens, teens, youths and young adults, I hit off well with people in their forties, fifties, sixties and seventies. Perhaps the only thing that's stopping me from talking to the senior citizens is dialect; I hardly speak Hokkien and Teochew, I only know two to three phrases in Cantonese and I've never attempted to mouth any Hakka, Hainanese, Hockchew or Shanghainese. I guess the reason why I tend to miscommunicate with people of my age and lower is because of differences in interests and ambition. Few have decided their destiny at this juncture of their lives, and fewer have decided theatre as their destiny at this juncture of their lives. Nobody gives a damn how Andrea McArdle can move the audience with her rendition of "Tomorrow" at the ripe old age of 12; nobody knows Elaine Paige is the First Lady of Musical Theatre. Nobody even cares about Ricky Paull Goldin and Susan Wood when they've got John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. Perhaps their obsessions are different from mine, too different. Maybe I'm uncool, unwise, unseen, unheard, untouchable, unspeakable, unnamed. Maybe they're uncool, unwise, unseen, unheard, untouchable, unspeakable, unnamed. Maybe that's how life is meant to be. People not seeing or hearing one another, and not making the effort to.
Maybe I'm the one not making the effort.
*to those who are ill, may Gods and Goddesses of all religions speed your recovery.
[fangying] [12:08 AM]
