THERE IS A REASON WHY I DIDN'T BLOG. Oh Sunday I was writing this post:
My answer to qiqi's question: No. But I will. After I finished this post.
I told Rebecca yesterday that I would sms her before twelve to inform her when we'll meet up at AMK Hub to look at the food. Then I was talking to Mrs. Chen who is currently enjoying her time at Japan now.
Okay, just a remind to all of you who have went to any part of Japan:
You don't have to tell me.
Because I'm really sick of people (unwittingly) gloating to me that they could go to Japan and I can't because I'm a poor pauper who can't afford to go to glorious and wonderful Japan so stop talking about it, thank you.
I don't know why, but I've been feeling irksome of life these days. It's not like the usual antagonistic views but more like the feeling you get when you rush up (or down) to the MRT platform but just as you step up to the gate and slams shut in your face.
And usually I don't even get that feeling of irritation because I'll just think to myself, "The next train, then."
Now I feel like kicking the gate repeatedly until my foot falls off.
Anyway, I woke up today at about-
Then I stopped. Not because I was having a memory lapse or a writer's block, but because I felt something scurry across my arm.
I looked down. It was a glossy hairy big fat cockroach.
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EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
WWWWWWWWWWWW.
I kicked myself off the chair and screamed unearthly at the retarded alien bug. (Mind, it was about 12.30.) My brother who was using the laptop beside me looked sideways and commented, "It has been there for two weeks."
So I yelled back at him, "Get it away! Whack it!"
"For what? It's been living here for a while."
"It'll bite your wires!" I was incredulous.
He just gave a small sardonic chuckle and went back to his anime-watching on the laptop while the cockroach hid behind his laptop.
I swear, at that moment in time, all I wanted to do is to wait for him to go to sleep, then cut his laptop wires, then drop the cockroach in his bottle of coke.
Then he'll wake up and find that his laptop can't work and I'll be there to say carelessly, "I told you so." Then he'll go drown his sorrows in coke and notice something crunchy in his mouth. When he spits the roach out in utmost horror, I'll take a sidewards glance and yawn.
"It's been swimming there for weeks, y'know."
How satisfactory.
But now I'm just ignoring him.
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I woke up at 8.10 today when I set the annoying alarm at 7. I think I briefly remember throwing that piece of metal on the floor, but it still rang, so I climbed down of bed and fumbled with the off switch until it shut up. Then I crawled back to bed and slept.
Anyway I knew that Edwin can't do anything to me because hey, it's not a band practice like they told you, dudes. I was originally deciding to wear home clothes since in actual fact we're painting the band room and we're bound to get dirty, so I slipped into some comfortable old clothes that I could afford to throw. Then I changed my mind and changed into band tee and khaki shorts so that if Edwin decides to scam them all the way then I'll just have to play along.
When I got there at 9, I was surprised to see the old band room vacant. Gideon told me most of the people got there already. Poor Gideon unknown of the higher authorities was like, "Uh-oh, Jiasheng, it appears that you're supposed to be here much earlier,"
Screw you, and get out of my face. That's what I wanted to reply at first. But I just gave a half-smile because I'm still a bit in shock that Edwin's Operation: Scamming actually worked. People are coming to help paint the old band room! Yay!
(Obvious false enthusiasm, anyway.)
So they started moving things out and stuff. Then Edwin started semi-efficiently (that I can't lie) to organize the people into Painting, Banner and Poster groups so we could start work. The Painting people went to buy paint. Banner's main designer was Tee Zhuo who put my poster draft to shame so yeah.
Anyway, when we were thinking of slogans to put on the poster and the outstanding mentionable few:
1) Mr. Hon Loves Us (contributed by yours truly.) [Note: Hon - HCI's P-man!]
2) Feel the bandsation! (sensation + band = bandsation. Totally rip-off from Feel the Beat Join the Band)
I forgot the rest because I left my writing pad in school. It's somewhere. I have to get it back tomorrow. We were discussing about how we should diss the other ccas so we'll look better ourselves.
Joseph: We shouldn't make band posters. We should make CO and String Orch posters.
Jiasheng: Yeah yeah and have a montage of them screwing up! And their slogan would be, "We suck! Don't join us."
So the third suggestion became: We rock because they don't.
Anyway after crapping first-class nonsense the slack ones went home and Zong Xian and I went to help with the painting.
After long hard hours of work and lots of racial slurs about Bangladesh people and Edwin going crazy every 3 seconds due to the noxious fumes from the paint we finally went home with three walls painted.
Going back tomorrow. And Edwin has forced me to lug my wtf? vacuum cleaner to school tomorrow. I don't even want to imagine what I'm going to look like on the bus.
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Jonathan Foo: What happened to you? (points at my paint-stained shirt)
Me: I was attacked by a ************ painter. (beeped out in case of being charged with passing racist comments.)
