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Saturday, January 13, 2007

3:24 PM

Where was I? Oh, from last time, when I was relating about my bad streak. As I was saying, I was going home with Zhengyu, was managed to annoy me so I slept through the bus journey, conveniently ignoring him for most of the journey, while he gave up on his attempt to get back in my good books.
He doesn't even want to try, does he.
Anyway, still being the very nice person I am, I returned the favour and brought him to the Toa Payoh station. Don't get it wrong - I'm still fuming about the Maths homework, but since he took the incentive to accompany me back home (not that I needed his company, not that he made any moves to be forgiven, not that I assume listening to mp3s while I dozed off on the bus can be counted as an act of plea) I might as well tell him how to get home, just in case he decides to stalk me home and slaughter everyone there.
Anyway, I was still feeling a bit blue and resolved to chase them away. Can you name any better way to do just that that shopping? (Actually, I can: getting straight As, surrounded by the entire collection of books mankind had every written and all the time in the world, my wish coming true, seeing Zhi Hao get caught in an attempt to molest an ape by mistake, et cetra, et cetra) Nonetheless, being a shopaholic and a nerdy bookworm, Popular is the way to go.
If any of you get the wrong idea, I think shopping for a guy is perfectly justified. I mean, I bet none of you had every spent 5 hours just exploring every shop in J8.
Back to the point, I decided to get some fabulous art supplies, so I got myself some section paper(it's like graph paper, only the squares are bigger and more suitable for plotting and drafting) , a bendable rule (perfect for drawing curves without french curves) and a template for drawing circles (for the quick head and eye drawing guide).
Then I headed to the library and scanned for several books. After some scrutiny, I've selected by usual 3 and proceeded to book them out.
By the way, for those who don't know, I always only borrow 3 books. It's a habit I can't quit. And usually it follows the following:
1st book- an adult novel discussing emotional state or turmoil / a classic / book I've wanted to read (eg. Solace, The Five People You Meet In Heaven, Sophie's World)
2nd book - an entertaining novel, written mostly for teenages, about teen angst and contains juicy gossip and risible situations those stupid characters get themselves into (eg. The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole (and following series), Confessions of A Teenage Drama Queen)
3rd book - an random book I've picked out from the 'Just Returned Section', usually a thriller.
When I return home, reading Notes from the Underbelly (which goes under the entertaining section) I fell quite dead on my bed, exhausted.
When I awoke the next morning, I frantically checked my watch - 3.05. I have plenty of undone homework. Rats. Thus, I pulled myself out of bed, and did a sloppy job. Oh well. It's all it takes to spoil my Teacher's Pet image, isn't it. Then, hungry from not having dinner last night, I went to the fridge to poke about - nothing. Then I spotted some wrapped fishcake and took it out, heating it in the microwave.
I was feeling rather sorry for myself when I took the heated 'food' out (they look pretty unappetizing to say the least) and cut them into bite-size pieces. Then I pushed them about my plate, hoping the arrangement would magically turn these strips of squished cooked fish flesh into something like sashimi.
Bro asked me for some. I half-delightedly gave it to him, because they taste so disgusting. Oh well. What can you expect from something like this. Seriously, I felt like eating rubber flavoured with fish sauce.
As you can see, my negative mood was slowly turning worse.
At that point in time, Mum woke up and demanded why Bro and I was already up this early. When she asked me if I had had breakfast, I was forced to admit I ate fishcake for breakfast. Expecting a pitying look, then a warm, inviting smile saying, "I'll cook some bacon and eggs," I waited for the smile, but all that came was, "Fishcake was for lunch. Now that you've eaten it, you should probably get going,"
Now, all of you shouldn't get the impression that my mum's this evil stepmother who make me do child labour. But that's what I felt just then. Mistreated. Exploited. Used. Under-appreciated.
Anyway, instead of a 'goodbye', she commented under her breath, "These boys aren't normal to wake up so early in the morning,"
In my household, everyone's so grumpy in the morning.
Anyway, I headed for school, and found that I couldn't play a single thing. Seriously, I can't play anything. I stared my instrument in horror, trying to understand what has happened, but all I got was a cool reflection of my livid face.
I almost died that morning.
Oh, it was raining, so there was no flag-raising. The majors told us that we still have to do the warmup exercises, effectively making me do the exercises 3 times a day. Once during my daily warmup, once during the combined warmup, and another during formal practice.
And they also informed us that the teachers are going to leave at 4.30. Because they have a life. That got me boiling. So that implies the following:
1) We don't have a life.
2) Whatever crap Chan told us about devoting herself to the band, was, like everything else she said. Crap not acted upon.
3) The majors could have told us in a more formalized and less impacting way than saying straight out that we don't have the teachers' support. Now all of us know that we have such teachers - would we listen seriously to them anymore?
Up stormed me to the classrooms.
I was in such a critical and negative mood that during double maths, Mrs. Khoo was tell us about some lame situation in which involves aunties and kids.
I promptly replied, "Aren't you an auntie too?"
She gaped at me. Well, who told her to remind me of yesterday's maths homework. And she deserved it, talking about extraneous events. Her lessons are getting too boring - I find myself and Ruijin doing all her homework while she taught all that we already know.
Anyway, the rest of the day was just as bad. I was being plain mean and unforgiving to everyone I met. Even Jie Xuan didn't dare to look for me (he invited me to Accent, but I blew him off). Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. Jie Xuan's never shy to look for me. In fact, I think he has contracted the 'Call-Jiasheng' virus too.
I have 3rd Language, so after class I went to the Bishan with Jun Jie. It's raining cats and dogs. Actually, seeing the heavy rain, I think Doberman and German Shepherds would be a more suitable description. We went for lunch, and I slipped and fell. Just as a crowd of girls were moving out.
Fine. I don't really mind their raucous laughter afterwards, just the aching pain in my butt.
Even though I revised my work, I still couldn't answer the teacher's question. I was staring at the screen, trying to understand what Sensei was trying to ask me, but my mind just went blank. She gave me that sort of look you give to orphans on the streets with some of their limbs sawed off, and gave me a clue. I quickly answered and sat down afterwards. The disgusting thing was that I was the best boy in my class last year - this year, there are seemingly more people better in Japanese than me.
Dumb, dumb, dumb.
I was so mean afterwards that I asked Jun Jie, "Do you have ANYTHING stationery that's not scented?" because almost everything in his pencil box is dabbed in either lavender, strawberry or some other intoxicating smell. Just because he was kind enough to lend me his scented green pen (green apple).
When lesson ended with me feeling like an utter fool and a person of questionable character.
It was raining even heavily than ever, so I walked the long stretch of unsheltered road to J8, forgetting the file I'm holding and the lovely inking job I've done to decorate my file slowly coming off, leaving a wordless smudge and blackish soluble paint coming onto my sleeve.
Not to mention, my new unused section paper getting drenched and crinkly afterwards.
I was practically in tears when I got home, only I couldn't really tell, with rainwater dripping insanely down my lashes, and my eyes squeezing tight shut when they got into my eyes.
Jiasheng's having a bad day.
On a happier note, Friday was a happier day.
You know, I could have written this post better, but today's Saturday and I'm not in that mood anymore, so forgive me. But I'm glad I'm happy. The reasons why I've not looked some of my friends up to cheer me up:
1) Too tired.
2) Zhengyu's the cause of it all (he read my previous post and apologized. I'm still thinking about his apology)
3) Jiexuan's busy with some other stuff.
4) Weiyang would probably say something like, "Oh, Jiasheng, I hope you're happy," (Which was, by the way, what exactly he smsed me on Thursday)
So Jiasheng's back in action. And trying to get back on track!
I've drawn quite nice design poster for the first issue. Hopefully by the end of next week, I'll be able to finish redrawing the first issue.
Ciao.

signed, jiasheng