let lemons be angry

The first thing i think of every morning: do i have anything to look forward to today? And as it is, none this morning. But the day turned out better than expected. Perhaps that nasty photocopied gp compre is right: if we accept that we'll be miserable, we'll end up more contented with life. Not that i usually feel that way about my mornings. But there are little holes, as i can't help but miss the little things, and so there are less things to get up for. Yesterday was Topless Five day with dharma, and it was also Manda's Car Day! She is definitely the only student who drives to school and parks in the teachers' lot, the superstar that she is. And it's the perfect car for her, a jeepish pajero mini in a non-silly green, a car that looks like it can live up to the guts of its owner. In viknes' words, "i'm glad manda didn't get one of these lame-ass cars" (points to innocently bystanding -and pretty- Kia and Subaru cars) Few things are more exciting than sitting in a car whose driver's in school uniform, and attracting spiked or amused looks from driving adults. Aimei: "i can't believe the car is moving!" Oh manda gets to do the funnest things.

On a tangent, it was fun throwing viknes' things from the hall gallery and awarding her pity points.

I felt kind of extra in nj today. Odd hour, unexpected appearance, almost needless consultation. Made me feel like i ought to have an ulterior motive for being there. But it was fun walking alone there and back just in time for maths. Sometimes i wish i had gone to nj instead, but then i think, nah. Nj girls are different. They're gentler and behave with feminine decorum, whereas i think rj girls are outstanding in a more ra-rah way. Rougher? I don't know. And in nj there's a general hush about the school. The canteen is really quiet, with little clusters of silent people scattered here and there. It's peaceful, yes. But just as i like the chaos of hongkong, i like the chaos of rj, like almost oily static that gets comfortable after a while. And nj is clean and dry and airy, whereas rj's walls have grown somewhat alive over the years. But it's all good. I wouldn't have developed my style if i had been trained in the meticulously neat workrooms of nj, with polite friends who don't sing in the canteen or laugh like witches down the corridor and be generally very very silly, or hold kiddy parties and abide by only half the school rules.