Last day of school, 2 days ago. See you, Cat High.
OK so today was the last day of school.Kept tearing up. Didn't actually break down, being a man of immense mental strength and crap like that. Have an image to uphold.
During the farewell assembly speech, well I sorta listened to Mr. Heng at the start. It got really boring in the middle because it's a heck load of anecdotes and extracts from biblical stories that I'm seriously not interested in. It was nice at the start, you know, with the part about the teachers missing hollering at us and the like. I was...affected.
Then when the thing moved to the farewell videos, I was thinking along the
lines of 'FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK!'
And this thought 'Shit lah why they want to make us cry, why're they doing this to us zomg =.=' flashed through my mind lah duh.
And after 4-1's video, I knew that the school was out to kill. Miss Chow made reference to 2-5, and NCC (Land). What the hell, I felt osmosis in place and seriously had trouble holding it back. The alarm '4-1 only leh, haven't even reach 4-7 yet' sounded.
And throughout the next few classes, I'm more or less touched too. But when it came to 4-7, it really wasn't anything spectacularly touching. Spamming of pictures isn't very healthy, as compared to Mr. Goh's video which doesn't have any pictures at all.
HAHA SO I DIDN'T CRY AT ALL. I win. I cried 2 years back, and I'm proud to be emotional and sentimental and stuff like that. Not emo though, I don't cut myself or things like that.
Collected some certificate which made a vague reference to our becoming of gentlemen after the 4-year course at Catholic High.
When we sat down after photo-taking, I...felt the inertia bearing down on me. Not moving/making noise just makes me more emotional, and that's not good. I realized that I needed to make noise, to move around. I guess that's my way of dealing with my emotions in such conditions and I'm glad that I'm so easily pacified.
I think one of the many ways was to pinch Dong Lum's nipples. I think I left a bruise. I feel bad, I overdid it. I held it there for more than 30seconds at high temperature and pressure. The compound formed should be quite stable. I seriously overdid it. He was clutching onto my hand and..I just carried on. I kept apologizing to him after that. I even offered a trade.
Spammed here and there. I felt a sense of bereavement as I left my table and chair, which are characteristic of me.
Here are some pictures of my table and my chair:
So after lunch in the classroom, which consisted of pizzas and cupcakes and coke, we had a massive taupok session, and being me, I'm always the first guy on the guy on the floor.
Being in Cat High, our taupok sessions are rather hiong, with people flying all over the place. I recall someone kicking my face accidentally and I'm glad the sacrificial layer(me) was there, if not the taupok-ed guy would've died or had his skull cracked by that powerful stomp.
I got taupok-ed, too. Of course, I put up a valiant fight(as usual, just for entertainment, like WWE), and still got raped. I think they nearly broke my left leg. I remember hearing an ominous craaak sound and some pain there. Bad angle, and I immediately recalled WK's schoolmate's plight during a taupok session which left that poor guy with a broken leg. I didn't want that =.= but luckily what I didn't want, I didn't get.
We raped people like Wei Lun, and we broke Kaisheng's virginity in the taupok area. So yea, sense of accomplishment.
We were supposed to have maths after that session, but Mrs. Chew was a nice woman(as usual), and allowed us to leave to party, should we want to do that. I went to watch the juniors at work and met up with Joshua, RY, LS. Not very eventful. Pretty boring Friday afternoon. But ah well, seeing them for the last time as a Cat High boy is something entirely different.
Walked LS to his bus-stop after that. Very brother, the to-the-end kind of brother. Sort of lah, at least. So after that, I went to Bishan MRT station to wait for Nik. Dinner at Seoul Garden. Got s or not? Forgot.
Being me, I made noise on the MRT. I was the only person wearing Cat High uniform, along with YC who changed out of it immediately after reaching City Hall(he was malu-ated). So I was standing there on the train, talking to them about chiobus on trains while they tried to ignore me.
Oh and some woman banged into me. I looked around, saw her back facing me, and said 'OWWWW' rather loudly. I saw her turning her head and out of embarrassment, I looked back to face my friends. She didn't apologize. That's rude.
At City Hall, while we camped for the other people, I made a lot of noise. Seeing other people popping up makes me walk towards them and 'HEYYY BROTHERRRR!' and embrace them. I have a huge family. I guess that's good.
We got to Seoul Garden pretty quickly and Mrs. Yap was already there lying in ambush. I think the number of people present was around 25, though there were laggers who came dang late.
Anyway, Brian makes a great cook. He just sat there cooking and cooking and cooking and cooking while I sat there stuffing myself with cockles and cocks and cocks and his food. I've never talked to him much, but heh, he's a bundle of fun.
(After the food, while we were walking along restaurants with glass panels all around, he did something very comical. He suggested walking around and staring at the people inside with the 'WHAT THE FUCK YOU OWE ME MONEY' face. It amused me to no end.)
And he was still eating papayas and pears after everyone was done.
Highlight of the dinner: Eggs.
Ho Kai Jie, the guy who missed while he shat in the squat-styled toilet bowl during the Sec 3 camp, made his second blooper over dinner.
Adarling challenged him. 'Eh Kai Jie you damn strong right? Try squeezing the egg until it cracks. If you can do it I'd give you 2 dollars.'
Being Kai Jie, he agreed. So he started squeezing hard, and I could see his face contorted with fury and anger at the egg shell's resilience. Then he used his left hand, and then he used both hands.
Then the egg fucking cracked! The stream of contents came flying out, ejaculation-style, and I could see it in slow-motion as he dodged the egg. Shit I'm laughing as I recall. OK the egg came, and he dodged it(although a bit still hit his hair and a lot on his pants). I couldn't stop laughing for a minute. Very hard to breathe, too. Then we went to clear up.
Bundle of joy, him. I hope he reads this.
And he asked Adarling 'Um, so what about the 2 bucks?'
Skin thick like shit. I like.
After stuffing ourselves full, Gran started the grab-an-egg trend. So I decided to grab some eggs too. Take and put inside bag. Gran put his in his pockets. Should've attacked him there and then. Pity. But it was fun smuggling eggs out.
Then Adarling went ahead to challenge Eric with 10bucks. Eric broke it easily, dirtying his shoe in the process.
I managed to break it, too. I forgot how it happened but it did. I might've cheated a little. But heck, I'm strong naturally anyway. We were breaking eggs from Seoul Garden just outside Seoul Garden itself and I think we were rather much of jerks. I like. It was fun anyway.
We sort of followed Mrs. Yap around and made a lot of noise. We even addressed her 'Mum'. She should feel proud. Then she went to shop and we don't do that so we went to bowl.
And as 超级碗 was filled with people, they made a reservation and Kaisheng and I went hunting for a place to shit. Seoul Garden has that effect on most humans. Or maybe we just ate and stuffed ourselves.
We managed to find a cubicle, but a cubicle isn't enough for two. This leads to the shitty dilemma: Who should shit first?
Although the question doesn't sound philosophical, the choice made can say a lot about a person.
Kaisheng let me shit first while he hunted for another cubicle. While I took off my pants and prepared to sit down, I felt the shit comming out and I could see it from between my legs as I bent down. Ploploploplop it went. Very funny scene.
Anyway, back to the seriousness of the question at hand. Bowel movements are hard to control at times, and in emergency cases with 2 people, it becomes even harder to make a decision. If I were more capable of motion(the moving around kind), I'd probably let Kaisheng shit it out first. And vice versa. But I don't think that Kaisheng was in any status better-off than mine.
I'd offer him the seat first, too. But ultimately, one would have to back off and shut up and shit. I guess that means that I cut short the administrative process. But if I insisted? Then he'd get to shit earlier and even though it'd be a bit hard on my rectum instead of his, I'd be walking around without the guilt of making my friend wait to shit.
Yes I actually feel a bit guilty. OK maybe not, but I feel like I owe him a favour in return for a shitty experience. OK I guess I'd let him shit first next time. I hope there won't be a next time. I don't like shitting around too much.
What about you? What'd you do? And if the situation really arises, do you think that what you say now would hold?
OK this reminds me of an imaginary situation while I was shitting. If you had a friend who raped someone, what would you feel about him/her? I mean, how would your perception of that someone be?
I think that rape is the ultimate humiliation a man could unleash on a woman. I shan't go into details here, but...never mind.
Back to the topic. What would you feel if you had a friend who raped a female? Would you fall out with him/her(yes, rape isn't a male's prerogative)? Could you ever see him/her in the same light again?
Which makes you wonder what kind of screwed person I am to think about such stuff while shitting in a public toilet.
So after shitting, I went to the arcade to meet up with the rest. I was in school uniform, and I thought I might get thrown out of the place.
Met some cute girl. She looks dang young. I should've asked her for her phone number. She looked cute playing the drums. Whoohoo! But anyway, I was just walking around watching them play games. Quite fun even though I think that the concept of arcades is rather much of a money-waster. I'd rather go play LAN or something. Not that we can play with networks or the like, but you got the point.
$2 per hour sounds more reasonable than $1 per game. Or somewhere along those lines.
Some went to play pool also.
Some went to play pool also.
Then the bowling people called. We rushed over. Fun. And although we sort of got thrashed, it was all fun and I'm not complaining about fun things.
Then we rushed for the last train. It was already 11.30PM and we nearly didn't make it for the last train. Lucky us.
Then Hubert, DH, Bear, Eric and I went to take the purple line. Bird, Bear and I stopped at Compass Point and being a gentleman and the manliest man on Earth, I offered to walk them to the cross-junction(a serious de-tour) just in case anything happens to them, I could become a free punchbag to tank blows and stuff like that.
But they made it to the last LRT so I guess my tanking services weren't needed. So I went home. On the way home, Bird SMS-ed me about their LRT-taking. That's why I like him. He brightened up my night with just a random SMS(he did that last time on my birthday after we parted at the bus-stop. I think the SMS was 'Happy birthday bastard boy (:', somewhere along those lines. Just recalling brings a smile to my face, which doesn't make much of a difference actually.
Random joke my sis told me:
问：叉烧包陪馒头看电影，看完电影后，为什么叉烧包哭了，馒头却没哭？
答：因为馒头没有fillings(feelings).
问：叉烧包陪豆沙包看电影，看完电影后，为什么豆沙包哭了，叉烧包却没哭？
答：因为叉烧包和豆沙包有不同的fillings(feelings).
Quite amusing how lame people can get.
Farewell, Cat High. See you tomorrow. Now is 2.46AM, Sunday.
-- 10/11/2008 12:34:00 AM