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Friday, January 12, 2007

4:18 AM

I am officially in a negative mood now. Full, blown-out cynical, pessimistic, negative, bad mood. I think you guys should know that before reading, so in the course of this entry that you get offended, I don't have to apologize, because I'm so not in the mood to do that now. This whole thing started on Wednesday:
There was supposed to be sectionals, but when I went to the band room, with some uniforms in hand, I found that the door is locked shut. When I questioned Yong Jie, he said that he haven't called Mrs. Chan yet.
Wait - sectionals and it didn't occur to you that we need the band room to be open? Maybe he thought that band members were really X-men in disguise and anyone of us could phase right through the door/ blast it open with optic lasers/ melt into water and seep through and reform and therefore do not require any keys. Well, sorry to inform you, but the band possesses no such talent. However, waste more of our time like that, and we're definitely capable of homicide.
Since the door is locked and I can't do anything, I decided to go eat lunch with Zhengyu, Edwin and some other members, when things got really worse.
As I had a lot of homework that day, and being the usual hardworking person I am, I brought my maths assignment along to go with the main course. It's definitely disgusting if any chicken crisp or oily rice happened to fall onto the paper, but hey, it's maths, so who cares. On a sidenote, I find the maths assignments getting easier and easier - it's totally surprising. And from me, the technical idiot, that's something to be marveled at. And this maths assignment is such a piece of crap that I don't feel like doing it.
I'm supposed to do some expansion in algebra and match the letters to form a sentence, which is the answer to the riddle, "What did they call a man who died from Shellac?" or something along these lines.
And while I was taking my time doing the sums, Zhengyu decided to peer at my work, being the nosy parker he's not, usually. So in between gulps, I wrote out one sum after the other neatly, albeit a little scrawly, on a foolscape.
That's when his nosiness got to a whole new level. When I was pondering if 4 times 5 is 45 (technical idiot, remember?) he told me, "20x squared,"
Ignoring him, because I believe in the Hwa Chong values of critical and independent learning, I continued working. Perhaps that gave him encouragement, so he went on and told me the whole answer. Now he's getting too far. I mean, there's no excuse for being a close friend of mine - he should know well by now that I hate people just giving me answers. I find no joy in that. Vice versa; I find giving people answers a complete idiocy to their learning processes. That's why if you ask me a question that I know you can do, I'll never give it directly, but lead you to the question.
Anyway, I told him off in the face, though a little too casually, "If you want to help me, then help me with the whole worksheet," and I almost wanted to offer my pen to him. He would refuse, of course.
So I got to work in peace again, until I started lamenting why I'm doing this P1 work. I mean, filling in alphabets is simply a lack of creative expression. Why does no one design a worksheet that asks for more?
And so, being the lousy maths student, I said, "I don't want to do this. This is beneath me,"
And thus, the know-it-all, Straight-A1s, first-in-class student practically snatched the worksheet from me and told me, "He had a lovely finish; that's the answer, now fill it in."
How rude is that? I can ignore the snatching part, but telling me the answer straight out - it's like telling me how and when I'm going to die, wearing what clothes.
At that point, I got back my worksheet, and to his utmost surprise, I continued working on the questions. Talk about insensitive people. I mean, I get called insensitive by people all the time, but this? I got to start hating more people. I've been way too nice.
And thus, out of childish spite, he started chanting, "He had a lovely finish, he had a lovely finish, " and I gave him the 'Jiasheng-is-exasperated" look and that stubborn pig refuses to budge in his opinion. Just because you're right in every single maths question and you are the teachers' darling doggy slave doesn't mean you're right in everything. Obviously you have much to learn in sociology and Jiashengism. The Jible states that telling answers are a no-no.
I thought that if I screamed at him to shut up then and there, it would be pretty satisfying. But no, I was still being nice, so I didn't. Then he started giving me the bad attitude. No, now I'm not nice. You're getting the cold shoulder, porky.
Ugh. All the while Edwin comments that our relationship (Zhengyu and mine) is similar to that of his and Lionel. (?) -- a friendship rocked by quarrels, but friends all the same. My foot. He's never going to eat lunch with me again when I have homework issues.
I hate it. So when I got back to the band room, in a pretty foul mood, I found that Mrs. Chan has conveniently stuck a note to the door, informing us that the band room will not be open and sectionals is cancelled.
So I spent the rest of the afternoon in the old band room, where I played some crappy songs with a bunch of them. To my horror I've forgotten a lot of my notes. Great. Now I feel inferior and crappy.
I hate my life.
Having had spent last night typing out notes, I took a nap on the floor. When I awoke, it was about 5 . Zhengyu was seemingly apologetic (I gave him the cold shoulder already) and he accompanied me on the bus. No that I want accompany, but our friend thinks that he should be nice and squeeze beside me on the bus, which somehow might make me feel better (no). Thus, I slept half the journey and left him being bored and listening to his mp3.
Dumb, dumb.
Wait. I'll stop here for the time being. I have to run for school. It's like 5 o' clock in the morning now. I'll tell you more about my bad mood later. Hopefully friday is a good day.
-p.s. I wanted to finish off a post, but I'm in a bad mood, so you wouldn't get to see the tuesdays with jiasheng parody satire until later.

signed, jiasheng

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