Friday, April 01, 2005
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I never knew swimming was much, much worse than running until yesterday. I thought I was going to drown. Usually on Thursday mornings some classes would go to Bedok Swimming Complex to have swimming lessons. There are 2 levels, Beginners and Intermediate. I was in the slacking Beginners class for a term and decided to switch to Intermediate after last week's horrible "Attack of the kids" in the toilet incident. The teacher made us swim a lap first, and slowly he increased the number of laps freestyle, until eventually we had to swim Back stroke. That was the beginning of the terror. I never really knew that stroke, so I just fumbled along. I kept swallowing water and I was worried that I might hit my head against the wall when I reached the end. I was swimming at the middle of the pool where the water was the deepest and my feet couldn't touch the floor so there was no choice but to keep swimming. At that time I was very tired already and could feel my leg muscles burning like hell. When I reached the end, I was panting like some dog that spent the whole day chasing it's own tail. But my friend and I still want to stay on to try out. Maybe things will be better for us after a few tries. After all, the Beginners class is still there for us should we decide to go back.
Went for the mentoring session with Felicia yesterday. I did not expect it to be that enjoyable. I mean, I really enjoyed it. All of them were girls and there was this really quiet one that sat at the left corner of the four tables. I noticed that she was using her stencil to mark out the name KEVIN on a piece of paper. So I asked, who is Kevin? And she was like 'damn, she saw!!!'. Well, it doesn't matter. I have no idea whatsoever who is that Kevin guy anyway. There were 2 girls that were laughing at something throughout the whole session with us. I was wondering if they were mocking at my stupidity or not. But they actually called us 'Teacher'! Well, anyway, when the whole thing was over, I made them tell us what was the thing that made them laugh so hard. They refused and I had to keep guessing. They said it was embarrassing for them to say it so they didn't want to confess. But turns out that I guessed the right thing on my second try!! I was surprised that that was THAT funny. How could it be? Those girls in my class wouldn't even bother to laugh at such things. Okay, maybe they are just kids, that's why.
Oh, and I almost forgot that today is April Fool's Day. There was this guy in the class that tried to trick the girls into going for Math remedial when the Class Rep had already told us that it was cancled. He told this girl in the class to tell the rest of us who are in the canteen playing Bridge. She was really very frantic when she came to us, telling us that the teacher was already very angry and that the guys are all in the class. We threw our cards into a pile on the table and prepared to leave when on of the girls suddenly remembered that today was April Fool's Day. But my partner and I was losing already, so it didn't matter. The other girl who was winning was quite disgusted. The first game was the most exciting one ever. Each team needed one more set to win and we were holding on to the last card. So my friend was like, 'this card is going to decide our fate..' and she put it down on the table. We made quite a lot of noise when we realised that our team had won. The people around us turned to stare.
The day before yesterday [okay, Wednesday] was my sister's birthday. My mom got a Breadtalk Tiramisu cake for her. Sometimes I just wonder if it's just pure bad luck or anything, but my cake is always the ugliest among everyone's. My brother got one that had this soccer pitch like cake that was green all over with sugar figurines of boys playing soccer. My sister got a branded Breadtalk Tiramisu cake that wasn't very nice. In fact, it's rather cheapo because the cake isn't rich nor does it taste solid. My mother makes better cheesecakes, in fact. But that isn't the point!! The point is that the cake is so nicely decorated and everything. My cake has got to be the worst looking cake that existed in history.
Take a look:
My brother's cake.
My sister's cake.
MY cake. Doesn't it look atrocious? Did you see that the pale yellow layer? I'm sure you noticed that it was Cheesedale cheese. Well maybe the only good thing about this cake is that my mom made it for me. She had made better looking cakes than that before. Wonder what happened to this one.
Tuition is 2h30min away.
