Monday, April 18, 2005
"awak sekolah mana dulu?" cikgu whatshisface (who popped in my classrm to interrupt cikgu salim's lesson) asked me. i think his name is rahman. heck. anyways i answered "tanjong katong"
"oo.. tanjong katong? awak alkaff kan?" he asked.
how the heck does
he know? what? do these men discuss me over their kopi-s or what??
"a'ah.. kenapa cikgu?"
"awak kenal sakinah alkaff tak? dia pun alkaff"
um. duh. u just said her name was sakinah alkaff boh otak!
"uh.. tak.." i replied, thinking tt this sakinah he was talking about was one of his ex-students or something..
"oh.. cikgu tanya pasal dia dulu mengajar sama cikgu kat tanjong katong.. dia dulu ajar english literature.. skarang dia kerja kat mendaki. oh awak tak kenal eh?"
mendaki??
"aunty nina?? oo kenal kenal! sepupu abah saya.."
"ah aunty dia.." cikgu salim butted in. oh you parrot. then when cikgu whatshisface was satisfied interrogating me he left. and cikgu salim's mulut laser start. jabbering away about arabs and bintalibs and yadayadayada. yalah cikgu. let lay queen feel left out. ish!
then after malay (which was quite endurable-without much acting on my part) was the dreaded chem lecture assessment. i was right to dread it. it was So. friggin. hardd. but lucky me i got to sit right next to genius jia wei AND behind chem whiz jansen. HAH. i couldnt peek over jansens shoulder though. but depending on jia wei was NOT. helpful. he writes superfast. i dont deliberately copy off him. i try. only after realising tt there was no way i could miraculously understand the question would i peep at jia wei's script. butttt. by that time he'd have been at the next page. the man is too smart. i had to depend on myself to get through the paper. which was all for the better, i wanted to test myself anyways. see how bad i'd fail.. i saw one of jia wei's answers. and mine was the exact same!!! i wanted to die of happiness! confirmed 2 marks out of 40! i felt so. educated. haha.
after school was bad. i lost. my baby. fai crashed. so me and vibs were hanging with her and hanisah. tt was fine. until i decided against ponning guitar to watch soccer (in which brandon scored the last goal i heard!! yays.) so i went to guitar rm to get my guitar lah. and it wasnt there!! i know my guitar bag. i did not. see my guitar bag. where the hell. was my guitar. i searched anyways despite knowing tt none of the leftover guitars were mine.. then i gave up. and walked to the practice venue guitarless. like a retard. shan ming and sarah were wagging their figners at me and vibs for being late. " i lost my guitar" i told them.
so leave me alone before i break your limbs for not having anyone watch the bloody guitar rm when ur taking attendance."ha? another lost guitar? walau." says sarah.
another?
ok. thats not comforting. get me my guitar now! how am i supposed to practice? air guitar??
the yr 2s told me to 'borrow' one of the leftover guitars in the guitar rm for the day. so i used one. but the owner came chasing me for it shortly afterwards. so i had to take another leftover gutiar. only one of which actually had six strings. at least no one chased me for tt. so i had to make do with tt while sulking.
the moment we were dismissed i practically dashed to the guitar rm to see if the syf ppl had left their guitars there. nothing. so i stood outside the room and watched lt1 like a hawk. waiting to pounce on the evil dimwit who STOLE my baby from me. i paid so much for it too. i refused to go home guitarless. i waited for like an eternity. until finally the blistering idiot strolled to the guitar rm. i saw my bag frm a mile away. even vibha knew it was mine. i was about to go give tt shithead a piece of my mind when he saw me approach him. "eh is this ur guitar? the takamine?"
"YES its MINE"
"eh sorry ah.."
*glares*
"you have a nice guitar btw" *pathetic smile*
not having the courage to yell at a senior, i mumbled a yeah whatever thanks and left. hmphf.
-aysha