Sunday, August 07, 2005
Had Flag Day on Saturday. Along with a couple of other schools, including a minah-infested one. Most of them in tight jeans and studded belts. Oh and don't forget the small, obviously fake, Gucci slingbag thingers. Last but not least, makeup which masks their whole face like concrete.
Got freaked out in the train by this super scary girl. She got in at yishun and stood near the door. She was holding this live wasp in her hands and stroking it. Then she took out a pen from her bag and started poking it. Whatever did the poor thing do to her?
So sadistic lah. Siao.
Reported at Plaza SG at 8.30 with Siti, Naf and Syaf. Got our collection bags which were red and blue in colour. So fugly. And the hole into which you put the money in is so small. We were collecting for Singapore Cancer Society. Or something like that.
Went to Orchard Road at first. Typical place to ask donations, I know, but we tried our luck anyway. I don't know why people go there to ask for donations, but the people there are snobs with a capital S and miserly with a capital M. Most of them anyway.
I managed to get a 2 dollar note on my second try. And another. Just my luck. Flag Day is hard work. I was sweating so damned profusely, and it wasn't even an hour into the thing. One lesson learnt: Never go to Orchard Road for Flag Day.
So where did we go?
Geylang!
Thanks to this wonderful brainwave from Siti and Naf, we all dragged our sorry asses down to Geylang. And people actually do donate there. In fact, we got far more rejections in Orchard. The ratio of rejection was probably around 5:1 or something.
All the sweet makciks who donated were not even dripping rich or whatever, but they still donated and didn't ask so many questions. I like.
There were three or four who asked me, " NKF ah? "
Hmm. I said No. And they still didn't donate. Ask so much for what? Donate lah! Eeyer. Don't want to donate, shaddup lah.
There were some who were so, impolite. The worse ones are the ones who totally ignore you. Excuse me, stupid ah? I expect a bloody response, at least a No, or a shake of the head, or something which acknowlegdes my presence!
Simply no manners.
But there was this really cute family from HK.
Me: Hi! Would you like to donate? [smiles sweetly. or tries to.]
Father: Oh yah sure, but we want you to help us with something.
Me: Uh.. What?
Father: We want to take a photo.
Me: [assuming that they want me to help them take a photo of themselves] Oh okay sure!
Father: But we want you to be in the picture.
Me: HAH?? For what??
But I obliged. After all, it's not everyday that you take a group photo with a group of strangers from HK. But it's funny all the same.
The guy even asked me for my email address so he could give me the photo. Haha.
I was like Ummmm never mind it's okay.
If only it was an ang moh family, with like super hot sons. I'd take them on a free guided tour around Geylang.
Had blisters on my feet, they hurt so bad rawwr.
Bumped into Tech from STG! How unexpected. I wonder what he was doing there. Hmmm. Ahaha! Jangan fikir bukan-bukan ya!
Went back to PS, Tired Hungry Thirsty Legs Aching.
But still had the energy to go off to Orchard with Siti to meet Nas and Husna. Went to lovely lovely ArtFriend. I swear I could LIVE in AF, it rocks my underwear!
I am so going to get burnt out by the end of this week. Common tests, then Flag Day, then Istana Art Competition, then collect newspaper, then watch fireworks, then more tests.
I will survive!
And I will blog another time because I want to finish my Noise SG graff comp piece.
funkadelic @ 11:45 PM
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