let lemons be angry

i have got to stop smiling
it gives the wrong impression now
i love you all the same

Smiling i have been doing. If i were more of a techie i'd put up a huge moving picture of lame streamers waving and party poppers being popped. Even the monotoned microsoft word moving clipart kind will do. Because--you might have heard it already, if not from the riotous celebrations in the valley, then from the spectacular shifts in the constellation signifying great turning points in history--i have finally PASSED MATHS! Don't follow up by asking what i scored, it doesn't work that way and i don't see the point of the question. All the times mr ho has shaken my head, all his whines and constipated breaths, all his "shutupshutupshutup" and his allegorical tooth extractions, all his feelings of absolute failure: nullified. And as for me, all my tedious reworking of the same sums has proved to be of use. Yesterday was a day of love. I've never made so many people sincerely happy for me, or gotten so many hugs and kind smiles. Now i kind of understand why "majulah singapura" was inspiring to the people who were involved in early nation-building. I have a great urge to approach the coming days of revision with a brave song and a marching step, but i have no "majulah" song to lead me on.

Now i want to go to taiwan to play the food game too!

Happy birthday to paki and bong! My parents have been all wrapped up in happy celebrations too. My dad bought my mum the original wedding ring that she lost years ago. One does not look at my dad and think of romance. If romance is made up of "can't take my eyes off of you" (yes there's an "of" in the title, GURmit) and flowers in the window, and sweet little nothings and dances and sunsets, my dad is not romantic. But the things that he does are endless surprising. Coming from a man man like him, one who is decisive in the things he does, and clumsy in the sensitive things, it means even more.

And oh, it's time to start revision. I have an awful feeling i have to make a new study plan because i totally screwed up my schedule by falling asleep this afternoon. What a world we live in, where needful sleep becomes something we regret. Ashley and i were the only two clowns from jc walking around town on saturday, without a care to muddy our clear heads. On that note, we sat beside this couple who i swear was silent throughout their entire date. Maybe they don't really like each other. But they did smile occasionally. Maybe that's their style, and they'll go home and yak the night away. Or maybe they like each other because they don't like to talk. But i will never allow myself to be entrapped in any relationship which renders me silent. The guy talked more to the waiter than to the girl. How can anyone not like to talk to their companion?