Saturday, September 23, 2006

promos are almost over. better finalise backup plans man. must see which poly offers nursing.

today the school pipers and the alumni combined to perform for the freemasons. but i didn't get to play la. still not sharp enough. i need molest the ultilties man! headed down to school in my dirty-yellow-beige security guard shirt to meet the rest of the alumni. then wore this funky tie and epaulette made of kilt and a lanyard which refused to stay in the pocket. for the first time in my life, i was dressed up feeling like some military man. pretty cool. then we were handed glengarries to wear and it was complete. we now looked like high-rank security guards. the kinds that actually look good doing their job.

reached the place. prepared stuff and all. then they played and it was all good. anyway, there was this part of the event where they brought out the haggis, a traditional scottish dish. haggis = sheeps innards + condiments + boil inside sheep stomach. they brought the haggis out, laid it on the table and this chieftain fella goes up and recites a poem before slicing the haggis. here's part of the poem.

Address to a Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak yer place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my airm.


The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.


His knife see rustic Labour dicht,
An cut you up wi ready slicht,
Trenching your gushing entrails bricht,
Like onie ditch;
And then, Oh what a glorious sicht,
Warm-reekin, rich!



yep. dinner with the alumni tomorrow.
let's hope math won't be so difficult!