Apple Cinnamon Exceptions

By now, I should have just stepped out of the plane, into the airport, out back to college. Instead, I am sitting on my bed, somewhat wondering about the plight of uncompleted homework, as I tap away on Blake (which I pity because I keep coughing and spewing infectious

This has to be the most melancholic Sunday morning to wake up to. For the second time this week, I woke up in a wee bit of panic, afraid that I have overslept and missed my flight back to KL. Then I scanned my room and realized:

"Oh yeah, this is kl."

As panic subsided, its like a growing sense of :( and T-T circling my throat as I tried to place my finger on the origin of such feelings of....amissness. And it falls on those little things, of all little things (like applecinnamon, bubbles and laksa), on debate in 2009. It is then a paradoxical whoop of joy to discover the source of my Sunday Morning Blues. And a wimpy boo for the chemistry math psychology and english assignments and tests

The last week of holiday was spent primarily on adjudicating for SWSDC 2010. The rest of the week was a mixture of falling in and out of sickness, very surreal phonecalls, mango ice-cream and total procrastination on homework. On hindsight, I shouldn't have lugged all my books back to Kuching since I didn't make any uses of them in the end anyways, other than providing some kind of not-so-relieving relief to my conscience. Oh gee, and I wonder why I am so behind math homework. The sickness dragged on till tuesday this week, of which I finally managed to hop on a flight back to school. I proceeded to battle a flurry of tasks like catching up on chemistry and those other unattractively academic aspect of life.

The holiday was something of an interlude, like a singular entity completely unrelated to school or kl. It was a definite breath of fresh air adjudicating, not for interclasses anymore, but for an official interschool tournament. SWSDC this year is in an entirely different league from 09, with more consistency and accuracy in tabbing and judging. They even started putting videos (ONN whale news I cannot cannot forget:) ) as prequels when motions are released, like a lot of major tournaments do. In all, this year was almost a breeze, with nary a ripple, unlike the tsunami-like madness of before. And since I am no longer involved in the debating part of the tournament anymore (other than transferring first speaker power to Samuel), so swinburne felt quite undramatic or particularly unmemorable at times. Extracted and relegated to the side of the hall to prevent being squished by stampeding debaters eager to get to their rooms for prep time, there is no more sense of involvement. There is also helplessness, of not being able to monitor the juniors' performances, and paranoia, that you might be the only dissenting adjudicator in a panel.

There were disappointments of course. Some of which I still don't quite understand. However, there was an equal amount of surprises as well. And a glowing pride for a certain first speaker, for overcoming adversities and coming out strong, even as self-esteem stood fragile.

I am damn sad here that I do not have pictures to share. Maybe it was a bad idea to not bring a camera to KL :S

Finally, the holiday ended with a reunion.

Back in school, there was a brief draught of happy, loud dinner with the usual gang. Some were busy with the sports carnival, others mysteriously grounded and the rest, just not fated to see each other. ;) We need to replenish this draught. Badly.

I love the ordinaries of texting without checking charges. Additional meetings greatly pined for, but not demanded. :)

Sad Sunday Morning churned out a blogpost!

Not too bad la. Now, I shall return to Bondings.

Love,

the dry, feminist lesbian chair,

Ida.