Not Fun Anymore

I had wasted a good one hour writing a post just now. But due to the serious incompetency of either streamyx or wordpress, a masterpiece has spiralled down the dark abyss of the internet realm. I kid you not, a good one hour…WASTED…..Arghhhh!!! It will never reach the glorious surface of your screen ever. Never ever ever ever…..

*sigh*
No use crying over spilt milk. Now I will attempt to create the same larger than life master piece in…………………~~~~ta daaa~~~~ only 30 mins.

Ok, here goes…..
I was chatting with the tau keh soh while waiting for the guitar lesson. She had just sent her daughter to AIMST(Asian Institute of Medicine, Science & Technology, for the uninitiated), doing her foundation year and all. So she asked a few questions, where am I studying, what course, oh, why mechanical, isn’t that a guy’s field and everything else. In returned I offered a few opinions, about this and that, so on. But in between these, I was quite taken aback when she asked “So, how was your form 5 results?”

Hmm…..how WAS my form 5 results? Isn’t that kinda….private? Like asking another person which color of the rainbow her panty is? Futhermore, isn’t that question kinda ambiguous? Like, what does she want for an answer? “I did so-so”? “Hmm….pretty well”? Or to tell her exactly how many A(s)?
But knowing what a normal everyday conversation with a Chinese requires, I answered limply “8 As…”.
Sien.
Well, no harm done. I’m ok with it, it’s understood, it’s inevitable, it’s like *this*. I ok with it partly because I know that how many As you’ve got doesn’t necessarily builds character. And I AM a *good* character. A very *GOOD* character indeed, I am. Then she went
“Oh, out of ten subjects?” *with fingers spread out showing ‘ten’*
“Yes, out of ten subjects….” *not doing anything with fingers*
Then we went on yakking. It’s cool. I can talk nicely to aunties, it shows how *GOOD* a character I am. By the very wayyyy…… I didn’t mean to be racsist there when I said ‘But knowing what a normal everyday conversation with a Chinese requires’. It’s just a fact and I’m not discriminating against middle-aged women also. It’s understood……well, I’m Chinese, big deal. Don’t go fanning some imaginary rascism fire now, or you’ll get a visit from “The Dolt Exterminathor”.

Later, the music room door opened. Out came the student before me and he walked past. Wait, it’s a familiar figure. He turned back and……ZOMG! It’s my Chung Cheng classmate! I was tongue-tied for a moment. It was so unexpected. Then I came to my senses and we exchanged the usual “Hey, hi, what u doing here?” “Hey, yeah, I’m learning guitar here” “well, gtg now…see ya” “bye”. Done. He’s much taller now, maybe around my height or more….well, he *used* to be shorter than me, like 9 years ago. Muauhahahah…. yeah, and his looks didn’t change much, so was mine, judging from how easy for him to recognise me.

Funny, the *only* thing I remember soon after that encounter was that he was the one who told me what a ‘Kotex’ is. It was during standard 5(i think) and we were hanging out, 2 girls and him. And they were saying something about Kotex and I have no freaking idea what it was. How dumb of me, but well, after much pleas to tell me what it is….he finally blurted it all out. And I was still as blur as ever.*blames mom for not telling earlier*
Now, you know.
And for those who still don’t know what exactly a KOTEX is…….. you can ram your car into the nearest tree now thankyouverymuch.
Hmm, I should know that stuff earlier than him right? Afterall, I’m a *girl*. I guess he’s sick and demented and later brushed it all on us. But he was great fun, great to have around, unlike me. So now, after 11 years of public schooling and a couple of years of university life, I’ve reached the 7th-Dan of the holy art of Uprecedented Perversity. If ever there was such an art form, it would have to have 89407689 levels and I would only reach the 7th. All because I have *GOOD* character. Cool stuff, that is.

And then I went into the music room and went through all the stuff I’m supposed to practice at home. Not bad, except for a few slips. And I was given more homework to occupy my *free* time. *wheeee* I finally have something to do!!! *say it with a hint of sarcasm*

Oh gosh, re-writing something I’ve thought through takes up as much time as writing the first piece. Another good one hour wasted……. *sigh*