blog/enigma

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

7:23 PM

I'll update! Fine? But I'm really, really not in the mood. And I have maths, physics, IHC and IHE homework. And I'm feeling really lousy now.

But. I will blog.

And I will attempt to be funny and witty and charming.

***

Monday! School was crapped up and I couldn't do the Jap homework because I've forgotten everything. My notes are with Bufan! I was panicking and glancing at my handphone in class, waiting for Jun Jie to reply me. Then Edwin's sms came.

Edwin: Wad time ur lesson end today?

I was like, oh no oh no, what saikang work did he have me now. Because when Edwin talks to me/chats on msn/smses me, the chance that he's asking for saikang work is 200 percent. He has a lousy track record.

The bad thing is I often end up agreeing. He's too lucky and I'm too stupid.

It turned out that he wanted me for band trials, which is the most time-wasting activity I could possible do (seeing that I have Jap homework to do). So I decided to be a complete ass and said I have 3rd lang. Halfway through multiplications my phone vibrated again.

Edwin: wad time u nid to leave ?

Me: Asap. (Yes I told you I was being an ass.)

Edwin was surprisingly patient (either that or he was swearing at me under his breath while smsing.)

Edwin: Wad time ur 3rd lang.

Like, oh noes. Now I can't lie. I was very tempted to, though.

Edwin: Can leave at 3.30? Or ask mingy4 to come

Cannnn. But mingyi also got 3rd lang. I was in a dilemma so I didn't reply until the period ended. Then Jun Jie's sms came through. His ohsomightyandelitist CSE would end at 3.20. Fine. Edwin is a lucky boy.

Y'know why I hate trials? First it's the word itself. I keep pronouncing it 'trail'.

Me: Blahblahblahblah trail blahbla-

Bryan: I thought it's 'trial'.

Me: Uh... well... depending whether you're British or Indian.

Bryan: Really? So which is British?

Me: The one I pronounced.

(By the way, for real pronunciations in British, Peter Gilbert never fails me. I mean. He's Brit, every inch of him. Except for his size. That's American.)

Also, the word 'trial' seems like some torture/obstacle/outdoor pracs/ debacle (all synonyms) or a horribly formalish legal proceeding.

Me: Hey! Are you a sec 1? Interested in band?

Enthusiastic sec 1: YES YES Y-

Me: You can stop now.

ES1: Okay. So what do I do?

Me: Hmmm. Let's see. First you run on the red-hot coals, then jump through the ring of fire into that freezing pool of liquid nitrogen. Then you get sued.

ES1: Okay okay! (Later reported missing in headline news. I bear no responsibility.)

Me: (to other sec1s) Hey! Are you a sec 1? Interested in band?

Them: ...not anymore.

At least he didn't get sued right. He'll enjoy his time in the liquid nitrogen, and when cryogenetics get advanced he'll live forever. He should thank me.

In the end only one person showed up. Some dude who's also in track. I can already imagine his attendance. It's going to look like a null matrix. But then again I shouldn't set my juniors' fate by tainting their reputation. Look at what someone did when I was sec 1 and how screwed my life is already.

Okay James you will succeed in band! =)

Jap was weird with the teacher - it's very quiet. Hagimoto sensei will just smile at you if you don't understand and repeat (about 39024234 times). Until you get the answer. I miss Chia sensei.

After 3rd lang I went to Bishan Library to study. There were disgusting RJC couples gropping each other. I was halfway through maths when I suddenly realized something was amiss. (No, not the couples.) I check the time. No clocks around. I feel from my handpho- eh? Where is it? And my wallet - oh. no.

I left it at MOELC! I crammed my worksheet into the file and rushed back. The sky was already dark by then. The gates were closing. I shouted at the guard.

"I left something here!"

It was really really dark. But I could still see the Indian guard. (I. am. not. racist.) He's the big burly man who asks for the MOELC pass even if the students don't even care about it. (We flash it at the gate and stuff it back into our bags even though we're supposed to wear it. I mean, who wants to wear that ugly thing around your neck?)

In the end, after seeing the head mistress, the guard, the janitor and some french teachers and relating my crisis, the janitor took the keys and helped me open the locked up places. I was afraid that I had lost them somewhere else, but luckily! They were there.

Some things I've learnt:

1) The Head Mistress is a nice person. (She offered to lend me money to go home.)
2) The security guard is an okay person. (He didn't. But he did get me some sweets from the office counter =))
3) MOELC is super dark at night. And very locked up. You can't get to the classrooms because there's the metal wall thingy.

***

Tuesday! Interesting day. I helped some HCIS dude. I was going back to the classroom from band with Derrick (the other band peeps were behind) and I passed by this person crouching on the slope floor at the multi-story carpark. I didn't notice anything else at first because that person looked conscious and in pain. I put my files down and asked him what was wrong. Then I noticed.

This guy was screwing his eyes up like he was giving birth. I looked down. Leaking from his pants was well.. excrement. Then out of the corner of my eyes I saw some of it down the slope - it seemed as if he've crawled up the slope and he pooped all over the place. Then - the smell! It wasn't intolerable, but if it clings to clothing - holy smokes. Anyway, I asked Derrick to get some help from the office and started asking the person what happened. He muttered something about food poisoning. He passed me his phone and I called his mentor.

Then the band people started streaming through the carpark. Now I must apologize to the band people. I shooed all of them away, like "Go back to class!". It must have been bad for me to just chase them away like that, because some of them wanted to help. But it was a big group and big groups tend to talk crap and do more harm than good. So. Yeah. My bad. And the dude really didn't need people watch him shit all over the place right.

Then Mrs. Khoo drove by.

My god, what was this, a freakshow? But it's Mrs. Khoo, and she's a concerned teacher. In the end she got some help and the office people came and I went back to class quietly.

I really pity the person. I wonder how is he now. I asked Mrs. Khoo the next day and she said they sent him to hospital. But she sounded somewhat half disgusted and half bemused, with her signature smirk. Maybe that's why I can't get myself to like her, really. She seems so - unreal. I can't say she's superficial, because she's definitely not, and as much as I hate to admit it, she's a good teacher. But I guess I will never like her.

Band was... surprising. I got a new mouthpiece.

Denis Wick 4AL. I want to post a picture but it's too shiny so y'know, there'll be exposure x) Me and wq are damn nervous about the new ones because they'll so nice and scratch-free. It's so stressful.

Mr. Leng: (holds up mouthpiece) I want it to look like this after 10 years.
Us: (mesmerized by the shininess of the mouthpiece) Oooohkay.
Mr. Leng: Have you seen my flute? After 10 years it looks like this.
Me: What? Your flute looks like a mouthpiece now?

After band prac wq and I went to Accent but we got lost and walked 2 bus stops back (thanks to my wonderful instructions). Accent was closed (insert 'argh' emoticon here). We took a bus back to HCI to catch 74, and before we alighted wq was saying:

wq: Alight here ar?
me: Actually we could get off anywhere. We could even get off at coro.
wq: Huh eating there ar.
me: No lar.
wq: So we alight here.
me: Yah.

See? We speak Singlish! Ohkay fine it's not the point. The point was after we alighted from 171 to the bus stop, 74 was pulling away from the stop. I was like, "STOP STOP STOP" to the amazement of onlookers but it went away anyway.

In the end we dinnered at AMK food court. At 9 something. We got Japanese (it's a bit duh, don't ya think). We got like Ebi and Teriyaki Chicken and shared the meal =) Like we shared it equally and we got 2 ebi and 4 pieces of chicken each xP

Mmmm why did I take the cleaner's butt. Delicious ebi. (You should never have "butt" and "delicious" in two consecutive sentences.)

And we got the most pathetic tofu in the world.

We left at 9.40. I reached home 10 something. And I planned to do some homework so I set my alarm for 2 o' clock. I actually woke up! But it was a rainy night. So... y'know. I went back to sleep.

***

Today! Wednesday. Assembly was funny. Me holding indoor instru for outdoor prac was super duper uber tiring. I think I can train my arm with the indoor instrument, seriously.

I was sipping orange juice when I crossed the bridge to NY. Then I saw 157. I ran to the bin and threw the can away. Then scrambled to the bus through the muddy ground. And. Slipped. And. Fell. Hard. On the squishy, muddy, brown ground. My knee hurts. My bag got caked in mud. But the worst of all was the "Ooooh" from all the NJC people.

I picked up my specs which had fallen. My knee hurts. Ouch. Someone helped me up. Oh, 3 NJC people. The girls were like, "Are you okay? Do you need water?"

I looked down at my arms. The Thing looks pretty compared to this. I looked like I was having a mud facial, on my arms.

"Uh. It's okay. Don't waste your water."

"It's okay. They're NEwater." (Me: Huh. Smiles.)

"Ah. Okay. Thanks."

"Your knee too."

I looked down. My left knee was bleeding and a line of blood seeped down. Oh. Ouch.

In the end I thanked those people profusely and my blood flowed the same way and yeah. Samuel was the bus stop too and he was laughing and smiling all the way. More than I've ever watched him smile and laugh. Sadist.

Caleb and the very nice Zhenxiang got me some tissue. Thank you =) and sorry Zhenxiang for forgetting your name.

I also got the shock of my life when I saw X at the bus stop. I stared at him. He stared back. Then his bus came. I was thinking, "It's not possible. He's not in HCI what! I thought he was in CJC - OH MY GOD..." because I saw his Crumpler. Yep. It's definitely him. My knee suddenly didn't hurt anymore. My head hurt more.

So. Yeah. I'm emo. Really. That's why I said I felt lousy at the start of the post. All the memories just flood back. Okay no one knows what I'm talking about but I just want to say it.

Well. So. I guess the past will always haunt you if you run from it. So resolve them, I guess.

But I'm feeling alright now. I guess. I still have homework to do.

signed, jiasheng