Wednesday, December 13, 2006 9:08 pm
the 13th
On this very day, I will be going to bed with aching and badly bruised arms. This is courtesy of some ass called Glen who physically assaulted, or abused, me on a train with a hard-cover book. And for once, there was actually a "reason" behind his sudden, irrational, disillusioned actions. Ok. It was 90% idiotic and 10% pure moronic.
Since the Life Science project required us to search for pig's jaw and some books that has information on DIY Toothpaste or Mouth Rinse, we made our way to Joo Seng and eventually to Aljunied Crescent.
I saw a R32 parked outside GMPS.
So we made our way there, gradually, with Glen tagging behind both Julian (kinda quiet today) and I.
We literally serpentined our way there through the numerous shophouses along the way. But yea, we got there.
It started off with a couple of conversations with the Porkie Uncles and Aunties. Nope, pig's jaw ain't sold here. We huddled around. I made a call to marcus.
Then, Julian complained, saying that he was famished.
Damn, this guy is forever hungry.
I, once again playing the kind, easily-bullied soul, led them to the He Ji Bao coffeeshop to munch on something. En route there, we passed by Geyland East Library. And my mind, of all the times, suddenly remembered that there happened to be a book relating to toothpaste and other whatsnots available there. So, we went in.
I searched for the books, while the duo just loitered around like some bunch of aimless chinks.
I found them, gave it to them and they got down to the reading part. Then I in turn loitered around searching for some more books.
Hunger eventually drove Julian to acting weird. He just stood up and said "Eh. I wanna eat lunch. Hungry liao."
Fine.
He Ji Bao it was.
Then, that's when the entire drama unfolded.
Maybe it was the seat.
Maybe it was the heat.
Or maybe it's simply that mr ang suddenly lost it.
He kept insisting me on keeping one of books. I declined. Why? Cause:
1) I found them.
2) I had done a hell lot of research for LS.
3) I borrowed them with my IC thinking that at least one of these 2 blockheads would volunteer to take it up and read it.
4) I have no interest in looking at teeth. Canine, molar, pre-molar, incisor. Whatever.
So, he persisted but to no avail.
I think these 2 asses have a certain un-namable predjudice against short people. That includes me.
Julian was looking at GMSS building, with a bunch of Nan Hwa Netball girls in his view.
Glen was continuing going about asking me to keep the book. Note the word book.
I declined.
I declined again.
And I declined again.
This shows something.
His skull is exceptionable made up of high-end calcium. If this theory is right, hit him with a baseball bat and he will still be standing.
The train came and Julian boarded. Lucky him.
My train came, which so happened to be the same for Glen.
Throughout the journey, from Aljunied to City Hall, he kept bugging me to keep the book. You, the reader, already know the reasons why.
So, he decided to resort to physically means.
First, he started to whack me, without hesitation, at the arm with the flat side of the book. It was a hardcover.
That was fine. The worse kind of injury you could sustain would be a red patch and an aching epithelial for a couple of days. Fine, I can endure that but I am, as sure as hell, not going to take that damn book home.
So, his sick sadistic mind conjurred up another idea.
Use the Sharp-edged corner
He japped.
He japped somemore.
He japped a hell lot more.
If you want to feel what it's like, try poking yourself, without any consideration for pain, with a fountain-pen continuously on the same spot. Try bundling 5 or 6 and poke yourself. If all fails, use your science textbook. The spine of it.
I was getting stares at the communters.
Ah peks
Aunties
Chio bus.
Gays.
I think they were thinking why I'm so dumb as to why I didn't retaliate.
I have my pride.
I have sense
But most important of all, if I sludged him, I would de-grade myself.
Why?
Cause I'm a sensible 15 year old going on 16.
Anyway, from this, I think I know how the MSHS SJAB people wake up the unconscious.