Author: shao

the area slowly empties of people, like how smoke dissipates at the introduction of a light breeze. I tap my feet impatiently, arms folded, scanning the compound for any sight of her. To my dismay, it looks like she‘s already went home. I shrug mentally; it was 9:30, probably long past her curfew.

Seeing that I had nothing to lose (or better to do), I decide to step forward to move the boxloads of food off the table.

Prawn shells, cockle shells, egg shells all go into the styrofoam containers; the tablewrap is folded onto itself to form a makeshift garbage bag. Grimy muck comprising of prawn foam, egg yolk and various forms of half-eaten food drip onto my hands. I grimace at the foul sea-foody stench.

The seemingly herculean task (there were a good 10 tables in the area itself) was finished in a matter of minutes. Chairs, stacked haphazardly along the side, tables lay slimy and half-dismantled with bottles and plastic bags strewn about. The people who were cleaning were starting to leave. As I had passed my Threshold some time ago, I figure, why not stay and help even more?

Let me explain a bit. The Threshold is a certain limit where the feeling one feels increases exponentially as he approaches this limit. In this case, the limit was 10pm and I did not feel like staying back in school. However, once this limit is passed, this feeling vanishes completely.

Probably just me, I’m weird and I like it.

I mop the floor, pick up sodden ice-cream wrappers, rearrange class benches,  pass balloons to Ms Tan to pop (she thinks they’re really therapeutic and it’s her birthday too), break ice and scatter them across the Central Plaza, all while shooting my mouth. I can’t explain why but I had a lot of fun, expending my energy on these so-called chores.

It was as if something had been taken off my chest and that I could breathe and laugh freely again.

Months back, I committed an extreme folly during the other Fac Outing. Was this some form of atonement? Was this random act of cleaning in place of not entering Faccomm?

Whichever the case, I had a lot of fun with my class.

The first time in a very, very long while.

Today I asked Derek if we could go to Bukit Timah Hill for HnF. He said yes, and we managed to form a party of 6 to clamber our way up the hill.

Despite the fact that it was drizzling (very so slightly), that it was already rather late (about 4.30) and that the hill had no lights or lamps on the way up (meaning we had to scamper quickly or we’d be screwed over by bears), we chose to take the “Cave Path” up, which was some muddy, rocky, bumpy off-road path.

To pass the time while climbing up, Yirui and I discussed about various deeply interesting stuff. For example, if every being is depicted as a quantum object (which they can be), they could technically be teleported. But to do so requires the destruction on the original copy; will a copied version of you be exactly the same as the original? Will you see out of the same eyes? Or will you cease to exist? Deep.

Strahan had some difficulty keeping up with Yirui and I, and I was being a prick by constantly reminding him that he was slow.

We screwed around the summit for a bit, taking photos and being afraid of bees before going back down.

Along the way down, this Indian guy suddenly jogged alongside Strahan and was telling him to jog with him and in the end we were all jogging together with this man. He was from Bombay (and works as a jeweller which is frankly awesome as nuts) , and said that Singapore was wonderful (he went to Tokyo and Berlin but didn’t like them), so quiet and full of trees that you can’t do anything but relax and also had wonderful people who listened to him. It was really great.

Rachel suddenly contacted me via Facebook and talked a bit about how grateful she is to be with our class. I was rather heartened by this.

I don’t feel completely the same way as she does. Yeah, it’s fun with all these people, but I don’t seem to love them with a terrible fervour. Same goes for 4S2 as well. Colour me ungrateful, but I can’t force myself to love 11S6A unconditionally. I don’t hate them, so that’s a start. I like them. Somewhat.

Health and Fitness is facing a huge huge huge makeover thanks to Derek and I; we’re planning a lot of activities and I do hope that we’ll end up with tons of people signing up. I still can’t believe we recruited Lixian hahaha. Wonderful wonderful girl, she is.

Well, J1’s officially over. There’s a gaping hole in this end that desperately needs to be filled, but I don’t know exactly with what; it’s like a shitty ending to a movie.

Time to go to bed.