well, it's friday again!

as far as getting anything out of school is concerned, today was pretty much an exercise in pointlessness. like, there was civics, GP, PE and chem prac, which turned into a surprise test and SPA debrief. which means that today ranks "super high" on the scale of pon-nability. the only thing i would have felt bad about would have been missing the bio S lecture, or "meeting", as the teachers like to call it, especially since i've only been to like 4 of these "meetings" so far, and apparently these "meetings" are about to come to an end soon. which is quite worrying because i more or less haven't learnt anything which has enriched me above the normal bio syllabus, and so am well on my way to an Ungraded.

oh, for civics today something unusual happened: ying liang brought a toaster to school and made kaya toast! like i'm not kidding. he literally brought this sandwich maker thing and 2 loaves of bread, and then proceeded to smother the bread with butter and kaya and make kaya toast before our very eyes. you have to admit that it's not everyday that your classmate brings a toaster to school and makes kaya toast for the class. afterwards, tung and gerald got into the act of kaya toasting, and got so carried away with it that they spent the next half hour continuously churning out kaya toast. thankfully, their endeavour came to a stop once the bread, which was the limiting reagent in this case, ran out. i don't care very much for kaya toast because kaya is made of egg custard, and i believe that all derivatives of egg are evil. unless of course, the derivative is chocolate or ice cream, in which case it is no longer egg in its evil form, but a morphological substitute of egg. in chem terms, it would be an isotope of egg, while in bio terms, it would be a gene minus its deleterious alleles. there is no physics term for it as we all know physicists don't eat and therefore egg is not in their vocabulary.

during GP, we had to do this horrible shitty essay exercise, which basically involved writing an essay. that's why it's called horrible and shitty, duh. anyway the question was about how happiness seems more elusive in today's world. actually there were other questions but i thought that one sounded quite philsophical-ish and therefore would require little actual knowledge. but then the annoying part happened, being that i started rationalising that happiness is an entirely individual experience and therefore unquantifiable in any tangible sense, and then i didn't know what the link after that was. because it seems like after you establish that, the next thing to do is to say that it is impossible to weigh one person's idea of happiness against the next, which is slightly different from saying that our general perception of happiness today is relatively greater than our perception of it 50 years ago, which is what the question really wants. plus, i had this brilliant thing going about how happiness is an abstract construct and therefore its presence cannot be in varying amounts at different times because there is no finite limit on abstract quantities. and then i just got very confused with the whole thing because i couldn't see how my lofty little essay was going to be able to include in today's world, and so i decided to give it up and start a new essay. the lesson to be learnt from this is to always choose the crappy questions on sports or gays when writing gp essays, because these require even fewer neurons and are therefore preferable.

and then there was PE! i am no longer afraid of PE because i know that i will never be made to run again since i have gotten my gold for napfa already. i dislike running very much because it's boring. it's like all you ever do when you run, is run. how incredibly unstimulating. i don't understand how people can like prance around a stupid track for an hour and find it fun. so not. anyway, i don't mind sprinting short spurts and skipping and stuff like that when i'm in the mood for it, but running around a track for anything more than 4 rounds is just unbearable.

anyway, the point about PE is that we got to play floorball with the guys, and guess what, we thrashed them! hahaha! i think we must have only played for like 10s before nicoretta scored a startling goal- startling because the game was just starting and nobody expected a goal so, which explains why we all just stood around and watched the ball fly into the net. and it wasn't even a tyco goal- the guys just left it wide open and let nic scoop it past the posts. how cool is that!!! it's too bad that we had to have rolling substitutions throughout and so we ended up playing against another bunch of guys who are dissimilar from the guys in our class. the guys in our class are mostly pretty chivalrous and will apologize when they like knock into us or something, so they can be taken down quite easily with a bit of acting. the guys we played with today, unfortunately, were barbaric. like there was this weird guy that kept swinging his floorball stick around even when there was no ball within a 5m radius of him, and who couldn't keep his mouth closed when running. i don't understand why but guys seem to enjoy making big, dramatic movements with the floorball sticks, which lead to nowhere because the ball flies so far that nobody can see where it's going, and is therefore unproductive. also, guys seem to like making all these loud grunts and snorts and random shouts whenever they play. what's up with that?? it must be some ancient caveman ritual that's been subsequently prewired into their mental systems over the generations or something. i guess that's why it's so entertaining watching guy sports. cos girls are so refined and play in a very collected, cool manner, so it gets kinda repetitive after awhile. maybe that's why women's football never makes it to primetime TV.

and now i'm in a good mood because an ice cream has appeared in front of me! my new favourite food for the month is ice cream, which is officially replacing cheesecake since i have already succeeded in determining where the best sources of these are, and thus my quest for the best cheesecake is no longer dynamic. also, i have suffered a drought of Cute Behind-The-Counter Guys, particularly apparent when yakky declared that i "need a lot of help" when i thought that the delifrance man was "semi-cute". according to her, he looks like an indonesian worker. :( i wonder where all those Cleo's 50 Most Eligible bachelors have gone to!