fighting!

i finished my paintings! joy of joy! i did a symbolic "washing of the palette" and "packing my brushes to take home", oohed and aahed over the finished product, made sure everyone else oohed and aahed over it, ignored mr tang's "but this part ah can improve if you-", and pranced around being useless for the next hour and a half.

candy:we r capable women!!! hello i got a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG BUTT!!!!! (typed by delian) tzeqi is drawing delian is standing fangyang is talking claire is sitting sam is somewhere eldon wants to talk to me.

okay.

angela: okay lets play a game ya? i'll start a song then you must continue.
candy: huh! oh no im next to angela. lets go in an anti-clockwise direction. [looks pointedly at tzeqi who is on the left of angela]
tzeqi: that would be you.
candy: I MEAN CLOCKWISE! CLOCKWISE!

[everyone has fallen quiet]
tzeqi: HAHAHAH! the initials of kwok onn are K.O.! KNOCKOUT! [laughs for a long time]
kwok: haiy.
claire: huh? K.O. means knockout?
tzeqi: yea streetfighter what.
candy: huh? i thought K.O. is the opposite of O.K., like the guy is not okay.

candy: [talking about how her friend always makes her english essays about rapists]...she's always very scared of rapists one i dunno why
tzeqi: maybe because they rape people.

de: [interrogating ben, her ahem-ahem] what's my favourite color?
ben: lime green.
de: what's my favourite activity?
ben: sleeping.
de: wah not bad ah! who am i going to marry?
[pause]
ben: takuya kimura.
de: very good!

actually, i know that after the initial joy fades off, im going to be sad to not be spending so much time with art people, and the art room, and working really hard on an art project. when i think about the last week, i cant really distinguish the days because it was such a flurry of activity, fatigue, tears, conversations and painting. oh, and eating. heh. it just melds together into a story that will disturb the mind forever one day. oh well.

i realised as i saw the security guard authoritatively poking his flashlight into a bush just now as i walked to the art room that alot of things are actually practically useless. if osama bin laden decided to bomb the school, the sole wandering figure of the security guard wouldnt be able to do anything. psychological deterrent i guess, that prevents law abiding people like me from wanting to suddenly storm the school and write "mrs chan sux 4eva" on the office walls. oh, and i guess it makes us feel safer, in some weird way, since the most dangerous things would continue unhindered by the security guard.

i like the security guards though, they're very friendly.