let lemons be angry

Two days of perfect things to write about. Yesterday's chinese was taken calmly, with a nice compre passage to keep me awake. I detest talking about papers right after i've taken them. There's nothing more depressing than finally handing a paper up only to have the questions discussed again and again, when all we should be doing at the end of an exam is run out and eat. Which is what we did-- a lovely celebratory lunch of sushi, the world's ultimate happy-food. Only after we helped some girl clean out her soap-soaked locker (poor girl had lux soap dripping over everything and into the lockers below--even her trophy was filled with lux). And i learnt one of the most applicable and valuable lessons i've ever learnt in school. There should be a course on the skill i learnt. I'd never dream in class.

Today found me saying hello to the sun again. Training turned paki rosy brown in two hours. Then we showered and sped off to watch ashley dance in the Yellow Brick Road. We didn't even ask where it was being performed until we were about to go there, what a laugh. ACS barker is like a nice retirement home, with serene glass panels and meditative willowy pond gardens. If gardens could meditate. The production of wizard of oz was true to the story and characters, to my initial dismay. I remember feeling tired reading the story as a little girl. But the characters grew on me as good characters should, especially the lion and the ridiculously posh wicked wizard. I was a tad disturbed by the lip-sync songs at first, but after a while it wasn't anything to worry about. And ashley! The girl was the chief W (see, i didn't use the word) in the slut dance, hahaha. But most of the time she was herself, a cute bouncy white rose, and in the last dance she really was one of the bluebirds that fly over the rainbow. With blue wings and all.

I like what the wizard of oz said. "Why do you want to go home? A home is just a place filled with broken furniture, broken dreams, shattered illusions." A home may be the nest of broken dreams, but it is also the nest of fulfilled dreams, of love, of family, of so many happy things. And then, "Why do you want a heart? With a heart, you will feel all the hurting feelings..." And the tin man replied, "But surely the heart will feel much more than that, right?"

It is worth it then, to be lonely sometimes, to hurt sometimes, to cry sometimes. I shelf my heart when i don't want to deal with the low moments, but without my heart, i wouldn't feel the moments of bursting joy, of erased pain, of love. In a story as weird as the Wizard of Oz, this part of it caught me by the tangles of my heart.

i'm hooked on a feeling
i'm high on believing
that you're in love with me