As I wait for my Milo to chill, I've decided to blog.
Alot of things happened today. Unfortunately, none of them are as interesting as they sound. With my superior skills of literature and composition, I narrate them in a way such that they are worthy of being plots of action movies starring Tom Cruise and other less important people.
Actually, that was a joke. Since when was anything about me superior?
So, today I was suppose to attend the speech day rehearsal (2hours 30 mins). At first I was like, "WHAT? WE NEED 2 HOURS AND 30 MINS TO LEARN TO WALK ON STAGE AND RECIEVE A PRIZE?", but the air con eventually cooled me off. After just sitting there (with the other prize winners) for 40 minutes or so, the teacher-in-charge dismissed us. Why? 'Cause many awardees didn't bother to go. So what was I to do? I went to Maths Olympiad to surprise Amaryllis and Sarah, who thought I wouldn't be there. I walked in and was like, "Hi teacher" and sat down. That guy doesn't mind.
After Maths Olympiad, Sarah and I caught the MRT train from Tanah Mera MRT station. Then, something big happened.
I didn't have space in my bag to put my lunchbox in it, so I was forced to place it on the stack of books I was carrying in my arms. Then, as we were talking, the lunchbox (empty) dropped on the floor. This wasn't a problem, but for some reason, upon falling, the lunchbox continued to roll and roll. Eventually, it rolled down the MRT tracks. I knew the train wouldn't explode or something, as it wasn't on the metal bar in the middle of the track the MRT actually travelled on. However, Sarah feared the explosion. So we went to the other side of the platform, with the intention of calling the passenger service station with the nifty emergency phone. But, the fine for misuse was $5000 and we were pressured by the number of zeros. Just then, a knight in pink uniform (the MRT staff) came out from the lift. We asked about the train and whether it would be in danger, and he said there wouldn't be. He asked if the lunchbox was of great importance, and if I would like to have it retrieved, I denied. In the end, the train came and nothing in particular happened to it.
Oh yes. A woman was actually watching us when the lunchbox rolled off the edge of the platform. I wonder why she didn't bother to give us advice or help. She just stood there, like any *snort* considerate and helpful S'pore citizen. (sarcasm) However, I am afraid she thought we were running away from the scene of the crime, when we walked to the other end of the platform. What if she complains to Temasek's dear principle?
