100th post!

Due to my horrible phobia of deleted entries in Blogger, I’ve finally decided to be smart and type my entries in Microsoft Word and then copy and paste into Blogger. Now, all I need to do is ignore the stupid red and green zigzag-ed lines which appear. And, now I’m not in the best of moods because I’m either experiencing gastric pain or just a stomach upset. There’s a difference, but I wish to think it’s stomach upset because I probably should have known that tomyum soup and Espresso Frap, never, NEVER goes together.

Where shall I start, after becoming uncomfortable with not blogging twice in a day.

Alright, so Monday, I was a really really awesomely nice senior, and accompanied Cindy to CCPS, to place myself in front of Primary school children and teach them from scratch. Forced myself to sleep at a weird hour that I can’t remember now, and woke up at 7. 7 sharp. Then, dearest Cindy, asked if I was still going, and obviously I had to say yes, because there was absolutely no way that I was or could ever go back to sleep after bathing in the morning. And, so it was at 7.45 when I received the message which said something like…I’ll meet you at the bus stop outside CCPS at…8.45 ok? NOT OKAY. Why? It only takes about 15 to 20 mins from my house to CCPS for goodness sake. So, I spent about half an hour waiting like a total fool at the bus stop. What a joke, I believe it’s retribution. Then, at about 8.40, Cindy told me Jeanette couldn’t find me at the bus stop, and she told me over the phone that she had no idea what the hell Jeanette is saying. Then, at the same time, Jeanette asked me where the hell I was. So, I described to her, where the hell the bus stop was, where I was, etc., in a msg and received one the next min, which told me that she was not even at the bus stop near CCPS but at the one Cindy’s house and she, also added that she didn’t know what the hell Cindy was saying. One word: BEST. So, for once, I’m duper early.

I found myself in charge of 3 Primary 2 kids, of whom, had me overwhelmed by a whole ton when I stepped out of CCPS. Why?
1 They go, “What The…”, which I do suppose and assume that the next word should be fuck but, they either don’t know, or don’t dare to say it in front of me.
2 They were quite strategic in trying to have a slacking session, by starting a conversation with me actually. All they had to do is start whispering to another, and ask me a question. And then, next thing I know, we’ve have started talking and they’ve started listening, and nobody’s practicing.
3 They seem to empty their saliva on their pinafore, than the ground, of which, I’m still utterly disgusted. They use their pinafore to wipe their saliva. And when I told Cindy, she gave me the “what’s-wrong-with-that” look. So, I’ve come to the conclusion, that they obviously had learnt that from their beloved seniors. GOODNESS.
4 One girl does not like to wash her hand after going to the toilet, and apparently, she’s more than excited to exclaim that to me. It’s like, I seriously didn’t need to know that.
5 They’re definitely very good at playing low notes that I think warm-up drills would make a perfect piece for their repertoire. Lol! To get them to play a high note, a G, apparently, I had a very hard time, explaining to them the definition of “faster air speed”.
On the flipside of the 5 points stated above, you can obviously tell that they’re really passionate about music, apparently, or at least for now. Before beginning to teach them from scratch, I told myself, “Oh damn, I’m so going to make them hate me, for forcing them to play over and over again.” But, in fact, they were more than willing to play the whole of the piece from the beginning. And, they were also telling me of how they could hold their note for 16 counts and all. At the end of the practice, they have not formed that hatred for me, but we’ve formed that alliance. Thing is, I doubt they know my name.

Note that Cindy was having a much easier time, taking kids who knew how to play, and were just merely learning to play their SYF piece. While, I was still dealing with kids who knew nothing of C,D,E,F,G and had to have me telling them to play higher, since they were playing the piece at a lower note, but with the same fingering. I sure had had a good warm-up by playing low notes all the way. Best.

Followed Eunice and Cindy, oh and Eunice’s younger brother, of whom I told Eunice to bring to CCPS to check out girls, but didn’t, to watch The Gameplan. And I still do not understand why everyone thinks Gameplan is awesomely good, because the storyline is still, rather…cliché, but the girl is cute la, let’s just put it in a nicer way. Confession. I was falling asleep halfway in the movie, and was also freezing. Cindy was nice enough to share her jacket with me, and so we were like two idiots cuddling up to one jacket. Lol. Eunice’s brother had definitely formed the impression of me, being a very extremely vulgar and crude person. Oh well.

The night, I had to go to work. Don’t ask “You don’t need to sleep ah?”…because, in honest fact, I don’t really need to. I survive with the least hours of sleep, I suppose. But when I sleep, I really sleep like a dead log. Ok, that’s not the point. Point is, we got working at 10.30pm, and we were supposed to end at 6.30am. BUT, at 12 midnight, the supervisor said we were done and we could go home. Like, honestly, WHAT THE FUCK. I barely earned 20 bucks, and there’s no transport home, and you’re telling me I can go home?! I don’t want to! So I literally HUH?! at him, and the guy working with us, asked him and enquired. To cut the long story short, we ended up at Plaza Sing helping out. And so, we worked till 5.30. The supervisor there was really gay, that Weelyn suspects that the reason why we worked till 5 and stayed till 5.30 and still get paid, is because he didn’t want to stay alone, so he got us to slack around and indirectly, wait for him. Oh well, as long as I get the money, anything is fine with me. So, this simply explains why I’m here blogging at 2am and not working. And I’m really irritated by this fact, because…this goes to say that 2 days of work DOES NOT pay for the shopping done in less than 30 mins, with Cindy and Eunice, which costs 66 bucks, but IS supposed to. Do you know how depressing that is?! And when Weelyn called Recruit Express up, all the guy could say is… “Then?” Like seriously, we’re being shortchanged here, HELLO?! Goodness. Eunice says, it’s better, at least we’re earning something. Let’s just look on the brighter side, we’ve got work experience now, at least. So this, I have to carry on with for 2 fucking whole weeks, till we move on to a bigger company with a better pay. :D

Tuesday, we went back for band practice. It was fucking hilarious. We’re going to tape it down, and send for Singapore’s Funniest Home Videos. It’s like, we were struggling through warm-up drills. How pathetic. The number was so embarrassingly small that we ended up forming a semi-circle to practice. Lol. And, yeah, that’s about it. Made our way to Starbucks to reminiscence the times in Hawaii, and the pranks we did in the hotel room, of which, had results totally hilarious. Let me name a perfect example. My hotel room was beside Eunice’s. Eunice did this prank to Room 849, my room. So, Cindy picked up the phone, and all she hear is…very deep breathing. Possibility of who’s behind that line: maybe a murderer. Oooooh, scary! Lol! Then, soon, we found out, we were smart enough to come to conclusion that it was Eunice. She foolishly thought we were still being fooled, WHEN…I went to the balcony, and peeped over at her room, (I have a clear view of her room when they don’t draw the curtains)…and then, I see her, clinging onto the phone, sitting on her bed, obviously breathing into the phone. Goodness! HOW DUMB. Lol! Caught red-handed, totally! :D But no prank can ever beat the classic one done by the beloved trumpet section on our dearest friend cum maid, Jennifer Kuruthu…Kuruthuku…Kuru-(*&^%$^&*(-lam. Lol! :D Oh, how I miss those days.

So, for the next few days, I will have to survive on earning a measly sum of ka-ching. You have no idea how deprived I’m gonna be, and how difficult it’d be to not spend the money all at once. My nails are gonna drop off and my thumb is going to suffer from severe swollen-ess. Lol. If you do know where I’m working at, along with HC and Weelyn, please do not disclose, till I blog about it. HA.

Oh yes. The most tragic thing place to my favourite-test item which I hold so close to my heart, my ipod, which is barely 3 months old. My heart literally, ached for the whole night, and whenever I open my bag, I see it, and then my heart starts to ache again. I’m not kidding. If you know what it is, you’ll feel pity for me as well. No joke. Now, it can’t be switched on, and there’s this huge scratch on it, for which I’m gonna spend my pathetic pay on, for reparations, even though there’s warranty. It’s like, I found it hard to adapt to living without it. It’s quite difficult when, you know, I cannot leave my house without my ipod. If I do, my day would be rather bad. And now, I force myself to listen to people’s loud voices on the train/buses, stupid tv shows broadcasted on tvmobile, what nots. Totally torturous. To make it even worse, I just spent 26 bucks on the ipod cover, on Monday, and it didn’t even protect the freaking ipod, thus, resulting in it’s current state.

Gonna watch Enchanted which is apparently, really…well, praised for, gonna have my ipod fixed (who knows how long it’s gonna take), and the next few days will be work, work, work. Weekends are now, currently, for me to hibernate. But for now, the new episode of Gossip Girl. :)

MRS AUDREY CULLUM
2:29 AM