sports day / hougang lunch / check up

i'm walking on sunshine, woah x 3

today began with faint grumbles from the skies above. thunder. tiny ones growling menacingly, as if warning denizens of their malevolent presence. luckily all of this subsided and it turned out to be a good-weathered day. god had answered my pleas.
i was late. didn't know where hougang stadium was; turns out it's surrounded by obscure hdb blocks. was supposed to meet fion but we were at different degrees of late-ness.
the usual singapore weather. upper pri's shelter was facing the sun as if we were coerced to watch the morning sun. thankfully the kids were alright; the teachers complained more *guilty as charged*
sandalwood won double champs!!! both the 50m and 100m races we clinched the gold medal. i think i was more excited than the students over this. so much respect for the kids' determination. the sandalwood spectators also deserve a notable mention. the teachers' suggestion to cheer and support the racers did not fall on deaf ears. what came as a surprise was cq's effort in producing a mini-banner for kc, for his run!!! he had written 'go kc!' on foolscap paper and drew a lightning symbol.
i really hope they would always preserve that ingenuity in their pure young hearts, even as they mature.
love the upper primary races and love interacting with the kiddos. like yw and his constant ramblings, which seemed endearing today for some reason idk, sr and his unique sense of humour, sm and his frequent ah boys to men quotes.
-- chima --

with ivy, qiux and sam's familiarity in the hougang area, we made our way to the 1990-esque heartlands. there is a western food stall (five-star something) that serves up a la carte dishes strictly below $ten! but the best part of lunch is always the relating of stories of the kids. that's the secret extra ingredient that makes lunches all the more special. how qiux's iw shamelessly barged into his classmate's prize-giving ceremony and attempting to wear the medal himself, or fion's a looking all sullen and angsty at the world when she took her first prize medal. juxtaposed with the vp's wide grin.

we played at hougang mall's rooftop play area..... i almost barfed bc i was spinning around and then some more. best. sports. day. ever.

then audrey and i headed to paragon in our underdressed state.

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:this was how much we did not fit in that glamorous setting. blood tests are the bane of my life rly. my vein alw gets hidden. my biological self is sending messages to say my body is not adapted for injections of any sort. the needle i will feel embedded under my skin. once it is withdrawn, the rising-up motion of it will send tingles everywhere- it's like a mini-sword stabbing at human flesh and once the act is done, the sword leaves the body but not without leaving a mark on it.

am i reading too much murakami? it's scary. sometimes i feel that my life really is a novel, and a murakami one at that. in it, his characters are always trapped in their thoughts. in a sense, omitting the thoughts of the characters in his book would just make it seem that they are psychotic.
toru okada the protagonist uses a rope ladder to climb down the well near his house. yep, a literal well. sitting there in the darkness transports him into another world, to find his wife who was mysteriously lost. without their thoughts, the characters lose their essence. much like me, if i lose my thoughts, i lose who i am. it's as if only i know myself, since only i know my thoughts. what if my peanut shell outer appearance is merely a disguise to the inner workings of my mind...?
sometimes, i'd dream of something and think part of it is reality. vice versa. i'd dream of doing smth and believe i did it, when i find out i'd just been lying on the bed all this while.
mum and dad are on the other side of the soundproof glass and there is no way of me connecting to them. no one can see my deepest thoughts. the worries, the troubles, the paranoia.

/cont'd.