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Thursday, February 12, 2009

= the rattling sounds of bamboo =

Tuesday, Feb 10th, 2009

It's been a 3 week delay but it was still totally worth it. on tues, bel and i went back stc. very nearly everything there meant nothing to us, and so much has changed since we left. so many teachers that left an impression on us has left. good and bad ones, but who cares! even the principle has changed. thank god miss faridah was still there and Angklung remained every
Tuesday.

this was what happened that day:
when we had finally reached our beloved school, the security guard was like "no you cant go in at all to visit without teacher's permission. cause few days ago got alot of you already graduate come back to take cert. they say 15mins, 2 hrs later they come out. cannotcannot! somemore they all dress up like *does big, vague hand gestures around his body and face* uh yah."

and we toatlly were like "WTFH SHUT UP MAN! NO WAY! WE FINALLY MANAGED TO FIND A DAY WE CAN COME BACK TO SEE MS FARIDAH AND WE NOW CANT BECAUSE OF SOME SECURITY GUARD WHO THINKS WE ARE IRRESPONSIBLY INCOMPATENT ???????" in our hearts. what we actually said was, "so how?". obviously we didnt know "how", but thank god he allowed us to call her to confirm that we ARE here to see her.

so cute. know what she said when we called her?
bel: hi ms faridah! where are you? we're here to see you!
ms faridah: who's this??
bel: bel and davinia
me: LOL!!
ms faridah: oh hiiii!!! you're here to see me?? so sweet of you! oh good also! you can help us carry the angklungs later. you chose the right day man.
bel: oookaaaaaay~! ^^" bye~! see later!
bel to me: we have to carry angklungs later. said we chose the right day to come. haha!
me: O.O
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so after like 10 bags and boxes of angklungs and a rack later, we got down to business. LAZING IN THE AIR CON ROOM!! then she needed our help. why? CAUSE THERE WERE 35 SEC 1s BABY!!!! WHOOHOOOO! once, there was only like ONE sec 1. stupid right?? wa piang. i wanted to kill the teacher in charge. but that was then. so off we went teaching them.

thank god i had the normal streamed people. cause normal streamed people are more artistic =D and its easier to teach them non theorectical stuff. anyways, revisiting them and teaching them what you've grown to love was really an eye opener and somewhat fun and inspiring =). really brings out the potential in you.
i did tire them out though, my bad Dx i was looking for spare angklungs. sorry gals!

after all that, i do wanna go back to help out. SYF's in late April. they'll need it

~ { 1:10 am }
1John4:7-10