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Charlie Foxtrot

September 4, 2009 at 10:01 pm (Me)

Go find out what that means. Its not special really. Sounded cool… though I’d just throw it in there somewhere.

So yep, again, a long time coming for this post. And well, its been one hell of a week. So where should we begin, hmm?

Lets start from the beginning: CA2 results. I’ve made it a known fact that my Review tests marks were pretty damn bad and I wasn’t quite throwing a freakin party over it as well. Cut things short: I’m hella pissed and disappointed with myself. And thus, it was kinda pleasing to see that most of the subjects that I failed the RT in, I managed to scrape through a pass somehow. All but one: Physics.

Seriously, this time, Physics caught me by surprise. Physics was the last subject I thought I would fail. On the base level, Physics is easy as shit. And yet, I managed to fuck it up completely. If anything, this 46.6 serves as a reminder: Study Even Harder, you bastard. Or die trying…. Or just die. Simpler that way.

Enough of this exams bullshit, then. I had my LA presentation last week. You know, the one I where I wasn’t quite happy with certain group mates? Well, its come and gone and well, I guess, for me personally, it went well. I made a last minute change to my part though, crushing everything I had, which wasn’t much anyway, and bringing in 2 different pieces, both risky in its own right.

Hey, I love video games. When Mr Leonard alluded to the possibility of Video games being on topic, I couldn’t resist. Looks like things worked out quite well. Got a 39/50 for the project overall, with an individual score of 16 out of 20. Missed what I was aiming for but its cool.

The day of the LA presentation was also the day where I got my new phone. An iPhone, no less.

I wasn’t expecting much out of my iPhone. I didn’t really even want it in the first place. I had a fully functional Walkman phone, which no, well, the walkman part of it had broken. And I had an iPod. I was covered. And even as I got my hands on he iPhone, I thought “Sanjeev, this is cool and all but do I really need it?”

Well, no. I don’t. But, as I’ve used it more and more, I’m starting to like it a hell of a lot more. I mean its scary when your phone’s internet is faster than when you use it on your computer. Seriously. Its just so slick and easy to use. I think spending a few more months with this baby, and I’ll probably never be able to use another phone again.

So, this brings us where? Saturday? Ah yes, Saturday. You see, my mum works at NTUC Income. And they either organized or sponsered it or I don’t really know, actually. But the truth is: I spent my Saturday afternoon and Evening at the Singapore Kite Festival.

You know, what I like more than having a nice afternoon nap? Standing in the hot, fucking sun for 30 minutes for the shuttle bus, go there and walk around in the fucking heat for another hour before, leaving. I mean, come on, Who wouldn’t enjoy that?

Though it was entertaining to say the least. Oh not, the festival. What happened after festival? Oh yes indeed.

So, we’re going back right. And there’s a group of people lining up, or rather, clustered around the waiting area, which was pointed out by a bald, indian dude in white, NTUC Income uniform. Among the dudes waiting for the shuttle bus back to Clementi was this random fat woman. We thought she was like a Guide too. Nope, turns out she was NTUC Income staff as well.

So, we see our bus coming up in the distance. And we notice another big shuttle bus, coming in. Turns out a bunch of dudes had booked their own bus. So, this bus comes in and takes up ‘our’ slot. Fat Woman (From this moment own, known as Bitch, you’ll know why later), goes forward and knocks furiously on the Door.

Okay, techincally, that dude had the right to stop by there. It was a going to be a quick extraction: He’s entire group was there and ready for evac. As with all operations though, sometimes, there is risk of snags. The snag this time? Bitch. Bus Driver dude comes out of bus, angry. Bitch starts ranting, saying how ‘her’ bus was coming in and how that spot was reserved for ‘her’ bus. Dude of course, got pissed as hell. A nice squable, with both eventually swearing. One in hokkien, one in English (Guess who said which!). Then, one of the dudes from the other group comes in and says “My Bus! My Bus!”

Dude… I think we know.

Anyway, Mr Bald Guy managed to talk and calm down the Bus Driver Dude, who now I realized used to be in the Army, due to some 5 year T-Shirt he was wearing. If I were the Bitch, I wouldn’t neccesarily be messing with this dude, but whatever. Dude calms down, swears one last time (Dropped the F Bomb. Slick!), gets into the bus and drives further down, right in time for the Bitch to earn her title.

This group of Indians, clearly from India (Accent gave it away. Shocker huh?), were coming in in a car. And, you know? The car park for the park was pretty far ahead. They had an old woman in the car. So, I was thinking it would be common courtesy to let the old woman get down first, so that she didn’t have to walk all the way from the car park, right?

Wrong, according to Bitch.

So, they try stopping the car. And Bitch goes up and stops them too. The lady of the family, pulls down the windscreen and says that they just want to do a quick drop off. Nope, says Bitch. She attempts to chase these dudes off as well.

Luckily, Indian dude was smart. He still stopped the car and got out of it. The old lady opened the door. The dude opened the trunk.

And god damn! The old lady was on crutches. All the more reason why she couldn’t have walked!

Did Bitch care? No. She fucking proceeds to shit on Indians.

“All Indians. Always like that.”

“Brains as dull as their skin”

“Damn Indians polluting Singapore”

“Dark Skin, Dark Heart”

And as the cherry on top, the fucking Bitch spits towards the dude as he sends off the old lady, whom I gathered was his mother, and gets back into the car.

You know, I’m pretty tolerant of racism. Because, now in our modern society, its usually in good fun. Hell, I make racist jokes as well. To my own bros from India as well. And, others do the same. It doesn’t affect me at all. Because its all in good fun. But, its telling when you’re serious about the comments you make. And the comments that bitch made. Serious. As. Fuck. I dropped my own F-bomb as well and it looked like my mum was about to as well but as always, I had to keep my mum in check.

We eventually got on the bus and were on our ways out. Well not quite.

In a stroke of brilliance, the Bus Driver dude from before? He was about to leave, saw our bus, and parked his bus along the width of the road, effectively blocking off the road completely. He gets down his bus, knocks on our bus’s door, comes in as shouts “I’m not moving until that bitch apologzies”

Bitch had it coming, that dumb fuck.

Eventually though, the traffic police came in and the poor Bus Driver dude had to leave without getting his apology. The Indian dude should have gotten his mother in as well, to get an apology. In fact, I should have punched her in her fucked up face and demanded for an apology as well.

I is good boy? No. I is good boy in front of mum? Affirmative.

So, I got back my overall results and had to break the news to my mum. You know, its always tough telling mothers marks. They always expect more than what you get. But, when you know you’ve got a shit spread, and you yourself are upset, telling you mum is a great deal tougher. I finally manned up last night and told her. And, he reaction was… well, she was fine. I mean, we’ve established a long time ago that my Review test marks, kinda sucked. And for almost all the subjects, it was the RT that pulled marks down.

So, EOYs? I got my eyes on you, you crazy Son of a bitch.

So yea, I’m leaving for Malaysia tomorrow morning. 11 o Clock flight if I am not wrong. And I’m bringing a shit ton of notes and assessment books there. Its the final countdown to the EOYs and guess what? I’m determined to kick some fucking ass.