The little red imp

I have this horror story to tell you that I just forgot to write about last week due to my brain reacting naturally by supressing this ugly memory.

Last Friday after Andy parked his car, I asked him to hold on to one of my files as I was holding a heavy stack of books, and it was the same day that marked my first time carrying my “Official Programme” black sling-bag to school.

As I was juggling between my heavy set of books on one hand and trying to settle the contents inside my bag in another, I asked Andy to put the file he was holding inside my bag when he threw it at my bag abruptly.

I went wtf.

His face went pale white and pointed to my bag with shivering hands while mouthing a single universal English word voicelessly understood by all ethnics of the country, and ala Mission Impossible III, I immediately understood what he was referring to.

Cockroach.

Taking on a brave guise, I spotted two red antennas poking out of my bag and I threw my bag on the ground. Since I lack the necessary materials to kill it, I have no choice but to release it to the wild where - god forbid - it breeds and multiplies to infinity.

I opened the bag as wide as possible and started throwing out my files and other assorted items on the road. The monster resisted my attempt to discard it, so I shook my bag violently remembering the inertia concept I learnt in Form 5’s Physics (yeah this is bullshit, but bear with me).

After turning my bag into a mini-earthquake of 9.5 on the Richter’s scale, a tiny red imp with two antennas popped out onto the road and scurried away to the nearest drain.

Ciu, small roach rupanyer.

(This story has been exaggerated for dramatic purposes.)

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Today after school, had lunch with Julia, June and Wilson (the latter two I didn’t know prior this meeting) at Asia Cafe. Catched up a bit on each other’s lives and apparently Julia knows Ju-lien as well, which proves how small our network of connection is. All three of them were a riot - lively and colourfully noisy.

We went up to Asia Pool as well and had to leave them for a while to look for Andy and Bryan Chong who went missing playing foosball.

Also saw Mei Ling as well at the top floor who was as elegant as ever (that’s quite an understatement); she greeted both Andy and I followed by “Since when do you come here?”. lol.

Had to go back by bus today by Bus 13A.

College workload seems tougher than high school’s even though it has less subjects, probably due to the cramming of the topics of various subjects in a specific timeframe (although exams could be a little easier since what you have studied for a particular exam will not come out again in another [ie: final term] from my understanding); missing a single day of work will be deterimental to your studies, methinks. I have assignments and an oral presentation mountaining on me as we speak.