Thursday, July 17, 2003

We can't visit the old folks because of SARS so we're going to make them blankets instead this year :|

Patchwork anyone?

Spent a good part of the day preparing for our CIP. We measured and drew squares and triangles [We finally have use for the Pythagoras' theorem!] and traced them onto the cloth they provided us with. We're going to cut the rest of the shapes out and begin sewing on Saturday. Teachers i/c are going to courteously provide each group with a sec 3 girl who will teach us how to sew...or work the sewing machine. Whatever.

The class is beginning to look like a sweatshop.

Gwen: *cutting out cloth triangles* I FEEL LIKE A TAILOR!!! ....THE REALLY POOR KIND!

By the looks of it, the old folks are going to get very badly sewn, thin, raggedy and dirty blankets which fray at the edges. So far it kinda looks like the stuff not even Oliver Twist would touch. But then I guess even Oliver would look quite out of place in rags with yellow and pink flowers.

Anjali: *drawing squares* Why can't we make nice, bright, colourful blankets for the old folks? Like...hot pink or red or yellow...
Priya: *prim and proper* Half of the old folks are blind you know.
Me: Yar so you could give them garbage bags and they wouldn't know.
Ann: Haiyaa....can't we just buy blankets and throw it at them??
Pea: And our blankets are going to be bloody small...it won't cover them completely.
Ann: ....I think they'll probably think its curtains or something and hang them up.

Then we started writing messages in pencil on the underside of the cut-out squares.

Can we write here????
HELLO!!!
Old follks suck!
:p :p

Ah. They won't see it anyway.

Drew my smiley face with the tongue sticking out. Still remember how Ng Chey Buay thought it was "a certain part of the human anatomy" when someone drew it on the whiteboard in sec 2. Then she started lecturing us about the "fine line between Biology and Pornography". I don't want to know what she thought it was.

Amanda helped retie my tie for me. Its longer now. I hope she's happy. *sheesh*

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