Cat High Homecoming 2010
Before anything else, I'd like to thank JL for lending me his vulvazela for like 3 minutes. I figured out how to sound it, and then he took it back :c but still, to be able to play a vulvazela is quite an experience.
Vuvuzela = vulvazela
And I couldn't really be settled down enough to carry on playing retarded games like Mafia Wars and Restaurant City. I was damn hyped up and if I could teleport over I would, but I couldn't and it's way ahead of time so I didn't.
When I was on the MRT headed towards Bishan, I couldn't really go through every single station because I was just too excited and I wanted to jump down every station hoping that it'd somehow magically transform into Bishan interchange.
No such drama occurred, the female voice announcing every train station announced 'Bishan interchange' in her usual cadence almost as if nothing big is happening, probably because nothing big is happening.
So I hopped off and met KS and his girlfriend, and we met R before going to Cat High. I don't really want to talk about what happened because talking about events is boring. The thing about events is this--they make you think and when you think you feel and when you feel you change. Most people stop at how they think, and from there you can infer how they feel about the event at hand. But they would never tell you how they would change due to the event. That's too personal.
And that's beside the point. Met quite a few friends, ran around screaming quite a bit, met a few teachers and learnt about the promotions of a few others, and came to the conclusion that Cat High has changed quite a lot in terms of staffing. Which is quite sad since I miss GYH and Tiger Teo and probably a wee bit of GKY since he's like the most flamed and hated teacher of all times, and without this common enemy Cat High may fall apart. Naw, it's just that irritating people has a side to them that makes you miss them even if you're always irritated.
Whenever I meet teachers, their faces will light up, and show signs of valiant attempts at racking their memories to recall a name to a distant face that is my own. Then they will recall that I am their student, and that I am from a class (they normally get this one right), but they can't recall much after that. But then again, who am I to complain? Teachers get like around 200 students per year to teach, which means like 1.6k every 4 years. I wasn't that outstanding anyway, how can I jut out amongst that astronomical amount of people they have in their memories?
I've learnt to take things in my stride (;
There is, however, one person who would never forget my name. That's probably because I've never told her my name in the first place. Until now, I don't know her name either, but I always shout 'AUNTIE' and she'd know it's me and turn. She even treated me lunch before. She forced it on me and it's rude to refuse and she's not a stranger so...why not? This relationship I have with her really questions the need for names. Is it possible to have any form of meaningful relationship with someone whose name you don't even know? Apparently, yes in this case. Sometimes when I go back to Cat High I will see her and I will approach her. She's cute:
Oh and apparently a class was cashing in on the Octopus Oracle, or Oracle Octopus depending on your nationality/desired way of phrasing. They were selling a dish named "Paul dé Octopus":
and apparently it sold out because when I wanted to buy it at like 12PM it was already gone. Clever people.
Besides selling this international delicacy, some Cat High person definitely had the balls within him to set up this:
Tamiya cars. I remember spending a lot of money on them when I was young. I remember getting my motor scammed/stolen when I was young and then I got hardened, not referring to my appendage but my heart. :c
But seriously, I know it's fun but it's also very distracting. I was walking behind KS and V when i veered off course because I was looking at the race =.= I blame Cat High.
Here's a picture of a symbolic reference to the Great School. If I'm on the MRT and it goes by Bishan, I'd always look towards it and start humming the school song to myself (or singing it out loud because I'm emboldened in the presence of friendlies):
I can totally understand why people feel the need to vandalize stuff. It's leaves your mark on something to make it characteristically yours. My table was vandalized quite heavily, and my chair too. They taped stuff over my table to form a word that is, by some (rather weak) link, me. It's gone now, the new owner of the table apparently doesn't take to the religion, but the markings still remain:
I feel kinda sad. Really, I do. I'm sad that this thing that lasted 2 years with me is gone. It was still around last September, so I guess it's the present batch sec4s who removed it. Oh well. I can't complain, right? It's not like everyone gets to leave behind their legacies for their juniors to respect and not remove. If everyone were to leave something behind, Cat High would be clogged.
I'd really love to leave something behind =\
I stayed till about the end of the whole thing. As a child I've always been interested in living things out. Not something I'd really like to elaborate on because it's weird, but yea, I've always been fascinated by things and experiences and feelings, so much that I stay with things throughout the course of its lifespan. Like, I won't throw a pen away until it absolutely has no more ink. Evident from faint writings on my midyear test papers because I forgot to restock my pencil case.
I keep hoping for last minute miracles and appearances, like perhaps long lost friends suddenly appearing to say hi. It happened in the form of W and D, they both came after tuition. Needless to say (though by saying so I've said it), I helped myself with their tits.
So I hung around trying to be of help to Cat High and the auntie stated above by cleaning up. It's quite a chore because it rained in the afternoon, and then went off to my cousin's house for his birthday party.
I managed to find my way from Pasir Ris MRT station to his house 3km away. I went to streetdirectory.com and used the 'Car' option. So when I was explaining to the people how I managed to find my way there, I had to explain that 'I treated myself as a car then follow the expressway lor'.
But the road was tough. As in, like, I kinda freaked out at many junctions because I didn't know if I was on the right track or not. It's quite hard to tell actually, because there were HDB blocks beside the expressway and I cannot simply follow the expressway, I have to find my way through those blocks. I wanted to call for help many times but manliness stopped me. Then I learnt this valuable lesson:
My navigational skills rocks.
-- 7/11/2010 12:53:00 AM