And I will keep walking till the day I die.
Monday, October 03, 2005 You know how the exam stress comes to you? It creeps up your back slowly and springs into your head....b4 you know it, ur exams are juz 2-3 days away and u realise U haven't done enuff yet.. Some plp, like me, decided not to sleep...to use the wasted time sleeping to continue studying.. So, I spent my entire sunday night and monday morning mugging at the airport w a friend. As usual, its no surprise many MJ students can be spotted hogging the seats of BK and Mac...(mugger JC u see)..most will bing out when night crashes...(not literally of cuz) and only a few will remain thru the night and struggle thru to the next morning...I had my supper, mid-night snack, and breakfast at Mac.....now I'm not gonna eat Mac again for the rest of the year...
A cup of Mocha Ice-blended from the 24-hr coffee bean helps keep the mind stable juz for a few mins ><.... Many cleaners started cleaning the airport at this ungodly period...of cuz, it'll be quite unglam to see a mix of the damn chio air stewardess and some lao ah em/ah beh mopping the floors of the departure hall ain't it?
Me: Hey we should have brought a big bag of stuff and at the immgration, we pretend to stop and act super suspicious, like looking arnd to see if anyone's coming, then put the bag down and quickly run off. The exciting chase will help freshen the mind once more for the rest of the morning.
My friend:..............................................................................
I immediately pictured myself running from the airport, with a dozen policemen at my feet chasing me...with their guns out and threatening to shoot me if I don't stop. What the...that is like so drama.... In reality, I think I would alr be handcuffed and thrown into the policecar to be send to the edge of bermuda b4 I can even set the bag down.
You know, if you set something in motion, it'll be difficult to stop due to inertia right? (Sorry I know u all hate phy) While I was trying to figure out some chem qns in the wee hours of dawn, I felt I could carry on non-stop to the eve...but my friend had to go...and Mac was blaring oldies thruout the night...so it was diff to conc. esp to memo facts...so my friend decided to leave...once the wheels started decelerating, I felt my whole body draining out of energy immediately...i was like damn tired on the way home and slept thruout the train trip. (I'm not that weak actually, but I had a whole day of "enrichment" on sunday)
At kallang, I felt I will juz sleep at the bus stop waiting for the 31 bus that takes like a decade to arrive if you happen to miss it...so I took a cab home from there...After giving some paper with numbers on it and some bronze and silver metal circular things to the taxi driver, I stepped out of the cab and floated my way home..(Emily says I always float) and then --------------------------> I realised my pants' pocket.........was empty........... Oh f***!! My nokia 3230!! Where is it??
I think I swore aloud, cuz the kindergarten girl started straing at me, as if I was a teacher teaching her a new and interesting word which she nvr heard b4 due to some constraints her parents set upon her (btw, its true this word is new and INTERESTING to a 4-6 yr old ain't it?) and her grandpa stared at me, as if he wanted to know what I just said in a dialect he understands...most prob hokkien... but face it, the 3 eng words everyone would understand are 1.)Hello, 2.)Byebye, 3.)F***...not sure abt no.3 though...but anyway he might have gotten a gist of what I juz said.
ok anyway, my mind suddenly jolt out of sleepyland, and the normal thing anyone would do,...........................is to panic. I thought to myself...okay 3 possibile situations would happen.
1.) The taxi driver wud kope my HP and not return it...in which case, I would have to terminate my line... 2.) I must have dropped it on the way out of the taxi.(but it was less tlikely than [1])... 3.) I dropped it at kallang b4 I even hopped into the taxi...(din exactly hop...had no energy for that) most likely 1 again, cuz I was sure I felt my phone in my pocket in the taxi....I rushed up to my house, opened the door, threw my stuff on the floor, and my dog was prancing around me, wanting me to give her welcome pats....picked up the phone, and dialled the number I dialled the least. (My number duh...how many times do you call your own number?) It rang....so I waited........and waited.....and waited.......and waited.......no answer. Many the driver was thinking wat sort of funny sound was coming from the back of his taxi..(I recorded James Blunt's "Your Beautiful" as my ringtone)...mayb he was too lao tu to know that its my handphone thats ringing, and not some super star sitting at the back and practising his vocals for an upcoming concert.
I dialled again......and waited...and waited......no answer. DIE! flashed into my mind...and I started thinking of wat the most pitiful looking expression was that I could use on my dad when I broke the news to him that night. I wondered if I should call up the taxi company to report...but then I realised I dunno wat the taxi number is...(like which idiot noticed such things when he boards the cab?) Then I wondered if I should terminate my line...so other pasangers may not steal my line to use it....but its MY phone!! MY PHONE! they would be using!!! LOL! I can't let that happen....then I thought....maybe..juz maybe....I could have dropped it along the way up home...
I fled out of the house and trailed my way back to where the cab stopped me...and there it was, my baobei...lying on the road face down....waiting patiently for me to come back for it. Oh my god! I din noe who to thank...(its not like those grammy awards where you thank everybody from god to the cleaner)...but anyway I found back my bao bei haha! God i was so scared I lost it. But anyway my baobei is safe on my table, and we lived happily ever after. ;)
Monday, October 03, 2005 You know how the exam stress comes to you? It creeps up your back slowly and springs into your head....b4 you know it, ur exams are juz 2-3 days away and u realise U haven't done enuff yet.. Some plp, like me, decided not to sleep...to use the wasted time sleeping to continue studying.. So, I spent my entire sunday night and monday morning mugging at the airport w a friend. As usual, its no surprise many MJ students can be spotted hogging the seats of BK and Mac...(mugger JC u see)..most will bing out when night crashes...(not literally of cuz) and only a few will remain thru the night and struggle thru to the next morning...I had my supper, mid-night snack, and breakfast at Mac.....now I'm not gonna eat Mac again for the rest of the year...
A cup of Mocha Ice-blended from the 24-hr coffee bean helps keep the mind stable juz for a few mins ><.... Many cleaners started cleaning the airport at this ungodly period...of cuz, it'll be quite unglam to see a mix of the damn chio air stewardess and some lao ah em/ah beh mopping the floors of the departure hall ain't it?
Me: Hey we should have brought a big bag of stuff and at the immgration, we pretend to stop and act super suspicious, like looking arnd to see if anyone's coming, then put the bag down and quickly run off. The exciting chase will help freshen the mind once more for the rest of the morning.
My friend:..............................................................................
I immediately pictured myself running from the airport, with a dozen policemen at my feet chasing me...with their guns out and threatening to shoot me if I don't stop. What the...that is like so drama.... In reality, I think I would alr be handcuffed and thrown into the policecar to be send to the edge of bermuda b4 I can even set the bag down.
You know, if you set something in motion, it'll be difficult to stop due to inertia right? (Sorry I know u all hate phy) While I was trying to figure out some chem qns in the wee hours of dawn, I felt I could carry on non-stop to the eve...but my friend had to go...and Mac was blaring oldies thruout the night...so it was diff to conc. esp to memo facts...so my friend decided to leave...once the wheels started decelerating, I felt my whole body draining out of energy immediately...i was like damn tired on the way home and slept thruout the train trip. (I'm not that weak actually, but I had a whole day of "enrichment" on sunday)
At kallang, I felt I will juz sleep at the bus stop waiting for the 31 bus that takes like a decade to arrive if you happen to miss it...so I took a cab home from there...After giving some paper with numbers on it and some bronze and silver metal circular things to the taxi driver, I stepped out of the cab and floated my way home..(Emily says I always float) and then --------------------------> I realised my pants' pocket.........was empty........... Oh f***!! My nokia 3230!! Where is it??
I think I swore aloud, cuz the kindergarten girl started straing at me, as if I was a teacher teaching her a new and interesting word which she nvr heard b4 due to some constraints her parents set upon her (btw, its true this word is new and INTERESTING to a 4-6 yr old ain't it?) and her grandpa stared at me, as if he wanted to know what I just said in a dialect he understands...most prob hokkien... but face it, the 3 eng words everyone would understand are 1.)Hello, 2.)Byebye, 3.)F***...not sure abt no.3 though...but anyway he might have gotten a gist of what I juz said.
ok anyway, my mind suddenly jolt out of sleepyland, and the normal thing anyone would do,...........................is to panic. I thought to myself...okay 3 possibile situations would happen.
1.) The taxi driver wud kope my HP and not return it...in which case, I would have to terminate my line... 2.) I must have dropped it on the way out of the taxi.(but it was less tlikely than [1])... 3.) I dropped it at kallang b4 I even hopped into the taxi...(din exactly hop...had no energy for that) most likely 1 again, cuz I was sure I felt my phone in my pocket in the taxi....I rushed up to my house, opened the door, threw my stuff on the floor, and my dog was prancing around me, wanting me to give her welcome pats....picked up the phone, and dialled the number I dialled the least. (My number duh...how many times do you call your own number?) It rang....so I waited........and waited.....and waited.......and waited.......no answer. Many the driver was thinking wat sort of funny sound was coming from the back of his taxi..(I recorded James Blunt's "Your Beautiful" as my ringtone)...mayb he was too lao tu to know that its my handphone thats ringing, and not some super star sitting at the back and practising his vocals for an upcoming concert.
I dialled again......and waited...and waited......no answer. DIE! flashed into my mind...and I started thinking of wat the most pitiful looking expression was that I could use on my dad when I broke the news to him that night. I wondered if I should call up the taxi company to report...but then I realised I dunno wat the taxi number is...(like which idiot noticed such things when he boards the cab?) Then I wondered if I should terminate my line...so other pasangers may not steal my line to use it....but its MY phone!! MY PHONE! they would be using!!! LOL! I can't let that happen....then I thought....maybe..juz maybe....I could have dropped it along the way up home...
I fled out of the house and trailed my way back to where the cab stopped me...and there it was, my baobei...lying on the road face down....waiting patiently for me to come back for it. Oh my god! I din noe who to thank...(its not like those grammy awards where you thank everybody from god to the cleaner)...but anyway I found back my bao bei haha! God i was so scared I lost it. But anyway my baobei is safe on my table, and we lived happily ever after. ;)
wanderer