Broken bird
My junior came into class for Debates carrying a baby sunbird in a nest of tissue in her hand. It was one of the little ones in the hanging nest on the ornamental tree outside the library. Apparantly its brother had pushed it out and it had broken a wing AND a leg for it. Reports were that the mother came hopping back with food and ignored it to take care of the murderous sibling gazing innocently out of the nest.
Grrr.
The baby sunbird was so cute... it had spiky mud green down and it was cheeping at regular intervals in a way sure to win the heart of anyone with a heart... then the cheeping became weaker while we were trying to think of what to do about it (the teachers my junior had approached were rather indifferent) and then it sort of huddled down and refused to say anything for a while. We knew it was hungry, but we didn't know what to feed it and HOW to feed it. I suggested droppers taken from the science labs, but wonderful Mwina called her father, who knew about birds, and he said it needed NECTAR... so Mwina pwned Air Rifle and got her father to bring both it and her home so they could keep it alive. 'Twas a noble sacrifice, because it seems that the Air Rifle are getting a new instructor today who needed a good impression.
It was lucky I had brought a tupperware box to school that day. So we lined it with more tissue and laid the baby sunbird in. And before Mwina left, the Debates people came in.
Jooly: You put it in a Tupperware box? What for? Are you going to eat it?
Me: It's my Tupperware. Don't insult it.
Chris: so cuuuuuuute....
Instructor: so cute.
Scotty: So what's this?
Me: Baby sunbird. Brother kicked it out of the nest. Mother ditched it. Broke its wing.
Scotty: It's nice.
Me: WHAT? IT'S GOT A BROKEN WING AND YOU SAY IT'S NICE?
Scoty: Nonono, that's not what I meant...I meant that the bird was nice.
So Mwina brought it down. While we were packing frantically, the baby sunbird became quite agitated. I hope it's still alive tomorrow. It was just so cute...
Anyway. On to less unhappy tales.
I checked on my Evenstar last Friday and I found that it was tarnishing. LOTR fans must imagine the agony of symbolism.
I broke my toes searching for a DIY store at Plaza Singapura and I was so tired after that that I bought both silver polishing cloth and silver clean, therby wasting a perfectly good $12. For those sniggering at this, I beseech to make allowances for a complete and utter rookie.
In any case, I used the silver clean. The horrible patina on my Evenstar magically disappeared when I lowered it into the solution. I sort of know how it works, which was confirmed when a comforting smell of rotten eggs drifted out from the leftover solution. I only hope the crystals on the pendant wasn't damaged (I find it unlikely, but it can happen I think... Chemistry is such a useful subject, albeit irritating). Can silver polishing cloth keep for ten years or so without spoiling or losing some of its properties? I think it'll take me that long to amass enough expensive stuff that I want to keep bright and shiny.
I spent far too much money on that day to Plaza Singapura, also thanks to a 4 CD set by Secret Garden and an employee in the Music Junction store who knew exactly what was needed to sell me something. I think I shall not eat lunch for the next two weeks in order to make up for this extravagance. I need to lose weight anyway -- I always need to lose weight...
I now know why I got the CCA service Colours Award, thanks to a kind explaination by Mrs Koh. It's rather embarassing though. I will never get used to receiving verbal commendation. And I still don't think I deserve it, though I'm not going to try to give it back... I don't want to stay in Singapore all my school life and my resume still needs a bit of poking.
Why am I here writing my blog when I should be studying for O levels? Fie upon the MOE, who has put back the relevance of the O level prelims. Curses upon their silly heads. Giving us false hopes like that!
In that case, I shall not write about my brush with very destructive rage indeed, or the awards ceremony on Friday.
Did you know that the penknife sold in the school bookshop can cut through a whole day's slab of newspaper if done properly?
Grrr.
The baby sunbird was so cute... it had spiky mud green down and it was cheeping at regular intervals in a way sure to win the heart of anyone with a heart... then the cheeping became weaker while we were trying to think of what to do about it (the teachers my junior had approached were rather indifferent) and then it sort of huddled down and refused to say anything for a while. We knew it was hungry, but we didn't know what to feed it and HOW to feed it. I suggested droppers taken from the science labs, but wonderful Mwina called her father, who knew about birds, and he said it needed NECTAR... so Mwina pwned Air Rifle and got her father to bring both it and her home so they could keep it alive. 'Twas a noble sacrifice, because it seems that the Air Rifle are getting a new instructor today who needed a good impression.
It was lucky I had brought a tupperware box to school that day. So we lined it with more tissue and laid the baby sunbird in. And before Mwina left, the Debates people came in.
Jooly: You put it in a Tupperware box? What for? Are you going to eat it?
Me: It's my Tupperware. Don't insult it.
Chris: so cuuuuuuute....
Instructor: so cute.
Scotty: So what's this?
Me: Baby sunbird. Brother kicked it out of the nest. Mother ditched it. Broke its wing.
Scotty: It's nice.
Me: WHAT? IT'S GOT A BROKEN WING AND YOU SAY IT'S NICE?
Scoty: Nonono, that's not what I meant...I meant that the bird was nice.
So Mwina brought it down. While we were packing frantically, the baby sunbird became quite agitated. I hope it's still alive tomorrow. It was just so cute...
Anyway. On to less unhappy tales.
I checked on my Evenstar last Friday and I found that it was tarnishing. LOTR fans must imagine the agony of symbolism.
I broke my toes searching for a DIY store at Plaza Singapura and I was so tired after that that I bought both silver polishing cloth and silver clean, therby wasting a perfectly good $12. For those sniggering at this, I beseech to make allowances for a complete and utter rookie.
In any case, I used the silver clean. The horrible patina on my Evenstar magically disappeared when I lowered it into the solution. I sort of know how it works, which was confirmed when a comforting smell of rotten eggs drifted out from the leftover solution. I only hope the crystals on the pendant wasn't damaged (I find it unlikely, but it can happen I think... Chemistry is such a useful subject, albeit irritating). Can silver polishing cloth keep for ten years or so without spoiling or losing some of its properties? I think it'll take me that long to amass enough expensive stuff that I want to keep bright and shiny.
I spent far too much money on that day to Plaza Singapura, also thanks to a 4 CD set by Secret Garden and an employee in the Music Junction store who knew exactly what was needed to sell me something. I think I shall not eat lunch for the next two weeks in order to make up for this extravagance. I need to lose weight anyway -- I always need to lose weight...
I now know why I got the CCA service Colours Award, thanks to a kind explaination by Mrs Koh. It's rather embarassing though. I will never get used to receiving verbal commendation. And I still don't think I deserve it, though I'm not going to try to give it back... I don't want to stay in Singapore all my school life and my resume still needs a bit of poking.
Why am I here writing my blog when I should be studying for O levels? Fie upon the MOE, who has put back the relevance of the O level prelims. Curses upon their silly heads. Giving us false hopes like that!
In that case, I shall not write about my brush with very destructive rage indeed, or the awards ceremony on Friday.
Did you know that the penknife sold in the school bookshop can cut through a whole day's slab of newspaper if done properly?
posted by the zen thing at 4:21 pm
1 Comments:
Um, I got an Evenstar pendant. It's sterling silver and very nice, and actually the only piece of jewellery I own. Unfortunately it does have a tendency to tarnish evilly, beacuse I don't wear it all that often.
I assume the school rules don't have anything against cruelty to animals because Kiw has never seen a baby sunbird dead on the ground.
Sigh.
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