Now it seems unfathomable why our juniors all wear a worried and a confused expression when they are supposed to be merry and heartened. When we fetched them at Changi Airport the day before yesterday, they looked so young, so bewildered and so vulnerable. I could not help repeating in my mind my confident self when I first arrived and took a photo with the beautiful Singapore Airline flight attendent and pushed all my luggage on the trolley out into this humid, hot and homelike "dreamland". I felt safe. I felt love.
When I saw my juniors stagger out of the security checkpoint with loads of luggage and listened attentively when the "Addidas King" addressed them, I was awed, tremendously awed. Different from our present selves, they reminded us of China, of our hometown, of our school, and they suffused elements of China graduates in every pore of their skin.
As planned before, everyone has got a "buddy". My buddy is from my old school. Still, I get a bit shocked at being a senior of such a tall girl. Before I came to the airport, I determined to show up in the image of a senior, that is, not to be so merry and carefree like a little girl, but pretending to be a mature and trustworthy senior so as to gain some reverence and respect.
To my great relief, though they are all exceedingly tall, especially boys with Mont.Everus at their waists, they show extremely keen attention and interest whenever I talk. According to my "buddy", they had known us before they came here through the video we made for them, so though I am merry and carefree as usual, trust and respect are established. Sometimes it makes you feel so warm at being addressed as "Jiejie". Even the 188cm-"man" seems to be so willingly accept me as his senior.
Then came the outing. We brought them to Clementi Central and guided them to settle down--buying telephone cards, voltage exchangers and school shoes as well as stationeries like curve rulers, hole punchers, gragh paper and highlighter. I ate with my "buddy", who still seemed like living in a dream. She had chicken rice while I had beef noodles, and we drank bubble tea afterwards. She did not seem to find Singapore life so exciting as I did when I first tasted chicken rice with an almost holy feeling~
At exactly 1:30 p.m, the whole two batches of 34 people set off for the Binelle in the City Hall, which is held once in two years. Then it was me who got over-excited and took a lot of pictures of those awe-striking arts. Oh! Great Arts! How could one not let out these exclamations when they saw those great arts beyond description. We were all stunned at the sights of those big, fat and cute maggots leading to the washroom(Relax! they are Arts!) and humanhead-shaped gourds immersed in the clear bluish green liquid. No need to mention those really innovative designs and thought-triggering photos, they made your minds expand to where the sky is the limit.
Giant maggots!
Humanhead-shaped gourds
Woven bird on the Motorbike
People in the Art!
People killing people...
The Floating Book
After visiting the Binelle, we went to the Esplanade. I have been into the "bowel" of the giant durian with my parents when they came here half a year ago, so I found it a good friend. However, I have never used a PDA to go on the "immobile tour". To make sure the trip was sufficiently educational, Grandfather L rent PDA for every one of us and lovingly brought us to----
Haagen.Dazs~
Haagen.Dazs~
I felt the pain when I scooped my Flower Blossom while another drank his Cholcoholic like drinking soup--we are spoiled by his pampering...
Flower Blossom
The price of love is just too high, and how can we ever redeem it?
Yea, I have to look after my juniors well, for them, and for Him.
Yea, I have to look after my juniors well, for them, and for Him.
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