high school dramaI need 25 hours a day and I need to vent majorly. ROARS! I'm an angsty little thing now. Or rather, I was an angsty little thing because weekends kinda make everything perfect - mainly because I get to sleep. For as long as I want to. Friday I came home from school at 6pm and slept all the way until 8, woke up for dinner, napped from 9 to 11, woke up to bathe and get a massage from Mommy, slept from 12 to 12. :D But I still woke up tired on Saturday morning.
Teachers are getting really pissy at school. They make me wanna be a totally rebellious kid and do everything I can just so that I can watch them explode. I have that streak in me okay! And recently I feel the strong urge to show it. EEKS! I wish they will just let me go through my lessons peacefully, chill out/study/eat at the void deck happily and dash home after the final bell deliriously.
But NO! They have to make my life miserable.
Friday, 26th January 2007Let's start from last Friday, which was the 26th of Jan. (Yes yes, I know my blog is lagging big time.) So anyways, I decided to take a train to school because I was relatively early and happy that particular morning. And I reached Bouna Vista relatively early too. Happens that Peiyan, Shiyan and Joyce were on the same train, and since there were 4 of us, we decided to cab down to school, so that we will be even earlier!
But boy, that lazy decision destroyed my Friday. Why? BECAUSE ALL THE CABBIES DIDN'T WANNA FETCH US cos they claimed there's always a huge jam at ACJC! (Which was caused by the timely construction of the puny two-lane road outside our school at the peak hour of 7am; which was so happily decided that it shall not take place during the holidays when there is light traffic. Brains, people. BRAINS! What happened to those?)So as we waited and waited for more cabs, we weren't really early anymore. Finally a cab came at 7.27am and we all but jumped in.
We reached school at 7.29am and tried to ask the Uncle to drive in. But we were stopped at the gate by the securities and His Highness KSL (I don't know why I call him Highness but his behaviour recently has planted that thought in my head). We sprinted out of the cab and ran like we've never ran before all the way up the back stairs, only to hear the bell ring and watch the door close, right in our faces.
We were 5 seconds late and got DC. It was a wonderful feeling, I tell you. I felt like walking out to hail a cab home right on the spot. And you know what's the best part? Friday is my ONLY free day of the week and I end at 1.50pm! DC starts at 4.30.
4hours for 5 seconds. What a bargain eh?
Wednesday, 31st January 2007I was walking back to the void deck from the canteen with my glorious chicken rice with Shu when I saw KSL, with his back facing us. Not wanting to risk his seeing my unsprayed and therefore rather brown highlights, we turned around and made a detour by the bookshop. When Shu made sure that she saw him walking off towards the canteen, I ventured out of the corridoor.
And guess what?
"Mengqi! Come here."
It was none other than His Highness. Zomgx he was so totally camping there and spying on me, waiting for me to step out of my safe zone! HE WAS SPYING ON ME! Pretending to walk away! Pretending that he didn't see me! I was spied on! Ahhhh! It was so freaking creepy I tell you!
"Why did you make a HUUUUGGGEE detour (It wasn't that huge really, just about 20steps more.) when you saw me? AVOIDING me, huh?"
"Uhh, I went to the bookshop."
"Oh, REAAALLY? What did you buy then?"
"I bought a pen refill."
"And WHERE is the pen refill, may I ask?"
"Erm, it's with my friend."
His Highness turned around, and called, "Young lady! Please come here. Where is the pen refill that your friend passed you?"
Shu went, "Uhhh..."
His Highness looked at me with a mighty triumphant look on his face, "Now you're guilty of TWO things! One for LYYYYING to me and avoiding me; one for you-know-what. So, you go and enjooooy your chicken rice, and after you're done, write a letter to me to explain all these. Enjoooy your chicken rice, okay?"
Well, and that saw the end of my brown hair. I wrote His Highness an extremely corny letter, sounding all apologetic and guilty and remorseful and went home to dye my hair black that fateful night. ): But I guess that also sees the end of my fugitive life in school.
Anyways, I don't actually know why I was so pissed off that day. I'm not actually very pissed now, writing about it. I guess it was just the indignation that he was SPYING on me, and the sheer infuriation at the stupidity of my lies. I swear it was the DUMBEST lie I've told ever since I could speak. I could have just said the bookshop was closed, or I didn't have enough money, or that they didn't have the colour that I wanted, or something, anything! Blah.
Thursday, 1st February 2007Okay, this had me REALLY pissed off because it was so not my fault.
I decided to be a good student and go for swim PE after Mr. Mark Ng got rather pissed off at us last week, even though that would mean I'll have to lug 2 shoebags, a cage of balls (which happen to be really heavy), my stick and not to mention my very heavy school bag to school.
So anyways, we went to join the Beginners in the shallow pool so that we won't have to swim that much. It was all good except that we were the last to be dismissed, which meant that there was a long queue at the bathroom and we were right at the back of the queue, which subsquently meant that I was 25minutes late for Math class.
I went into class, apologised, and expected the usual routine of having to stand, then answering a question, and then sit down. But no, a certain teacher who shall not be named got into a really pissy mood and decided to interrogate me on why I was late for class. And my only answer was, "Swim PE. We were dismissed later than the rest of the cohort and therefore there was queue in the bathroom."
He demanded that I go with him to see the PE teacher after Math class. I told him that I had a class after and he said he didn't care because I was late for his class, so don't I dare come and tell him that I was gonna be late for another class. So I went with him.
When we reached the bleachers, another PE teacher with the same middle as my Math teacher stopped to greet him. So this exchange took place.
"Hello sir! How're you?"
"Not very good. Just to find out ah, what time do you'all end your PE lessons? Swim PE, I mean."
"Oh, we ALWAYS dismiss them very early one. Like 10 - 15minutes earlier. So that they have enough time to bathe and so that they won't be late for the their next class."
"Ah, I see. Cos this girl here ah, CLAIMS that she was dismissed late from class and was therefore THIIRRTY minutes late for my class know!"
"Huh? No lah. No such thing. I saw them all walking out at 9.07am from the Sports Complex. No no no, no such thing."
"Orh, like that ah. Thanks ah. I was just wondering. Cos she say..."
CAN SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT IS THE PE TEACHER'S PROBLEM?! Wasn't it obvious that I was in trouble for being late for class because of swim PE? Wasn't that like blatant and in his face? What good does it do him to rub it and make sure I had no alliance and will sink into even deeper poo? Does it make his miserable life a tad happier by making ME miserable?! Well, I HOPE HE MISERABLY STEPS INTO A MISERABLE DRAIN AND SPARINS HIS MISERBALE ANKLE AGAIN! Arghhh!
So then we continued our happy, sunny journey to the Sports Complex, went up to the pool and found the teacher who took charge of the Beginners. He is one nice guy who I kept thanking God for. And on top of that, he's got much better assets in the physical department too. Poetice justice, me thinks. Learning point: Don't be a miserable toad unto others, or you'll end up looking like one too.
Anyways, the cute PE teacher cleared things up for me, clarifying with Math guy that he dismissed us on time, but we were really the last of the cohorts to be dismissed, and even explained that there may have been a long queue in the bathroom because what happens there is another issue because girls being girls tend to take a longer time to bathe. I was so very thankful for that.
But the Math guy rudely cut him with a "Thank you very much, I think that's enough." And then turned to face me, "That still doesn't explain why you're FORRRTY minutes (notice the increase in the period of my lateness and that his lesson lasts only 40minutes) for my lesson! And you said your teacher dismissed you late. Where got? He say on time what."
"I didn't say he dismissed us late. I said
later. And there was a queue at the bathroom."
"So? I don't take THIIRRRTY minutes to bathe. Why should you?"
"Sir, neither do I. But the queue took twenty minutes."
"And so?"
WAH! AND SO OBVIOUSLY THAT WAS WHY I WAS LATE! BECAUSE I COULDN'T GET A BATHROOM TO WASH THE SOAP OFF MY HAIR AND I COULDN'T POSSIBLE GO FOR CLASS WITH SOAP ON MY HAIR IN MY SWIMSUIT!
When I stared right ahead without saying a word, he asked,
"Do you have a class now?"
"Yes."
"What class?"
"Literature."
"When's your next break?"
"10.50am."
"Come and see me then. Do you have anything to say to me?"
After a LONG pause, "
Sorry sir."
"Are you late for class now?"
"Yes."
"Then? Run la."
ZOMGX! That so totally pissed me off so much that I almost raptured an artery and died of heart attack on the spot! But no, I won't let him have the glory over my dead body. So I rushed off to Lit class to a very understanding Ms Jay, who smiled sympathetically after hearing my explanation. I simply adore teachers like that. Many hearts to them.
I am going to continue typing out the very long conversation, if you can even call the exchange a conversation, just to show you how anal he was about it.
"So, how?"
"I don't know."
"Can you explain to me why you were THIRRRTY minutes late for my class?"
"There was a long queue at the bathroom. I had to wait."
"How long?"
"Very long."
"And so?"
I was reduced to speechlessness. I simply had NOTHING to say anymore. So I just stared at the spot above his ear and kept quiet. Finally, I ventured,
"Where could I have gone between Swim PE and your class? It doesn't make sense."
"Oh! Many places! You could have gone for a drink, or chit chat with your friend. How I know right?"
"No, I didn't. And if I did, why would I even come for your class at all?"
"Orh. Cos if you don't come I'll ask you for letter mah. Then like that very inconvenient for students like you right?"
"I did not."
"That one you say one. I don't believe you."
Once again, I was at a utter loss of words. In fact, I had to concentrate on not whacking in between the legs or on the head.
"Were you with your friends?"
"Yes."
"So they were all late for class as well?"
"Yes."
"Give me their names and classes. I want to talk to their teachers. I can't believe this."
But the thing is, all my friends ponned! So I said, "I don't know what classses they went for."
"Go and find out and come and see me again. If you can find them la."
Thanks goodness I found Pamela who was 20minutes late for her class as well. So I went proudly up to him and told him Pamela's name and Math class. Turns out it checked out with Pamela's teacher BUT he totally ignored me in class by skipping me when he was going down the row to pick on people to answer his questions, which is purely fine by me because I completely REFUSE to acknowledge his presence.
And finally, he concluded his pissy saga by telling me that I would only be given a grace period of 10minutes from PE and he didn't care if I bathed or not and me refusing him his much longed for and comfortably expected apology but just saying "Okay" and then walking off for the next class.
I still insist that it was NOT my fault. There was honestly nothing I could have done and if he could accept a guy coming in 35minutes late for class with the "I was in the toilet" excuse when he didn't even have PE, I don't see why he had to be so anal about me coming in late from PE. It wasn't like I was this late every time.
P.S: Don't ever name your kid "XXX Chee XXX". It's BAD. REAL BAD. Half the time they turn out to be miserable people.
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Woah, I feel like I've just written a book. Haha. And while venting has made me feel a lot of better, it has made me really tired. If you've survived until here, thank you very much for your patience. I like you. (:
Alright, I shall go catch a nap and then do some work. Happier stuffs later!
At the cabstand, where all the camwhoring began.
Cross Country makes them scrowl.
When Vannie THE camwhore disappeared with my camera for 3seconds.
My oh-so-prominent long nails. 
Marc decided to be this monster charging towards my camera.
Look at Amanda and you know how hot it was.
Waiting and waiting for don't-know-what.
Stretching. All ready to rrrrrun.
Hockers are good drinkers! (Hor, Eleen? Haha.)
The green Thoburn kids.
Simren's got flag horns.
Yay!
A random pose.
Make the best out of the weather and tan! People STARED like we're werid.
Say CHEESE!
KJJ.
She who didn't want a picture with me.
Pet with her spying shades.
Weehee! I'm taller than 179!
And the usual failed jump shots.
The one successful one with our super unglam Fran! Hahaha.
The less random shots.
The happy drinking buddies.
All of us!
LOVE!
Pictures in between.
Camwhoring in our favourite toilet at Paragon.
Sarah Motana, as my brother calls her.
She, who is always fixing her hair.
Squint at us.
And our never failing jumping toilet shots. <3
SJI - 1AA2 paying us a visit. 
My seafood counterpart - the Prawn. :D 
All my lovely girls! <3
Carol and I discovered that the backboard makes great backgrounds for pictures. Haha.
Chinese; otherwise known as the S period - Sleep/Slack/Study/Snack. (: 
Mine, Sheryll's, Yan's.
Shu and I during PCCG today.
The pink stuffs we that we proudly own. (:
Yan did my pretty French braids!
Mel & Shu!
Hear no. Speak no. See no.
I won't know how to survive school without them. <3
Fran holding up the brilliant skies.
Uhh, my fellow vice-capt and captain Chye.
Miss Tan & Fang!
Such an artistic picture, hor?
Ahhhh! Pretty skies get me very excited and jolly.
