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Friday, July 24, 2009

i missed the parade and a good portion of the post-parade 'party'.
due to the fact that the point on the blood donation drive was being belaboured.
-_-
i find myself speedwalking alot these days, and my legs are complaining.
but thats what i decide to do when running is too unglam and tiring (especially if you have a giant bag with you) and walking is too slow.
but yes, i speedwalked all the way to the bus stop only to miss 74. =_=

and here's the rest of the story.

upon reaching the bus stop where i am to board familiar bus numbers like 268, 269 and 76, i call hilary and find out that she is still at the nj bus stop. wth lol.
time check: 4.55pm

so anyway i reach the stnicks bus stop and speedwalk (again) uphill.
zip past two indian girls talking about blackskinned people.
(i swear i am not lying.)
time check: 5.05pm. i am running kind of late.

zipping past a large group of people sashaying their way out of the gate, i ignore their curious, puzzled stares. blessed people with the luxury of time.
i zip straight to the security guard's table.
because i am a good girl and i gotta fill in my temperature even though i am obviously perfectly well enough to be making my way towards the school at (almost) top speed.
time check: 5.09pm. time is of the essence.

the security guard looks up at me.
he is not pleased to see me.
i cannot fathom why.

"你来干什么!"

"er..."
i glance hastily at the other names written on the book.
"Jesmine Tan" and "Tomoe Yoshida" both have CCA listed as the reason for coming back.
well, it fits. even though my decidedly NOT blue-and-white wardrobe is stark evidence to the contrary.
"CCA," i say, avoiding his eye and diligently filling in the rest of my particulars.
my Z looks like a 2. whatever.

"CCA uh! 你们学校的人也有来过。没有写名字leh!"

i look up at the man, astonished.
he is still highly displeased, not to mention slightly annoyed by now.
my mind is kind of blank at this point in time.
a couple of sentences flash across my mind and threaten to spill out of my mouth, but i keep my lips zipped shut. silence is golden.
sentences like "what the heck did i do to deserve this kind of look" and "is it my business that people from my school didnt write their names".

"er..."

"你们不可以这样子的。
这样uncle的工作很难的leh.
等一下uncle的工作没有了."

o_O <---------- me
for a moment i lose a little self-control and let out an "awww" completely devoid of sympathy and dripping with sarcasm.
but thankfully, at the last minute, self-control comes back and it comes out as a kind of perfunctory "orh."

i have finished filling in my particulars at this point, and am already preparing to fly down the stairs past father barre.
in case i had not made my point clear earlier, I AM IN A HURRY.

"你啊，你要跟他们讲 -"

"AH, OKAY, 我会跟他们讲!"
i cut the uncle off in mid-sentence and am not entirely apologetic about it.
i then promise him that i will tell these annoying little brats from my school who did not fill in their names off and give them a piece of my mind and his, teach them a lesson about punctuality they will never forget such that the next time they see a security guard and a book, they will remember this day and obediently fill in their particulars so that security guards the world over can enjoy added protection of their rice bowls.
even if i dont know who they are.
time check: 5.20pm. SHIT.

i run through the school at top speed.
the girl guides clustered in the family lounge look confused.

i burst into the room finally. like, finally.

I SEE NO BLOODY PEOPLE FROM HWACHONG.


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