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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuition updates.

Science = ugh.
Math. Also ugh, but there was something... Weird.
Okay, so Joan and Ian were being supersleepy today. Joan, because she was sick, Ian, because quoting Joan, "When ISN'T he groggy?" (They have MANY similarities. You watch.)
Crystal was there today, at the back of the classroom with two of her friends. She waved, I waved. Yeah.
Ian was SUPERANNOYED at them. I mean, he doesn't show his annoyance because he has this nonexistent temper, but you could tell he was pissed. At Crystal. And her friends. Because, like Joan, when they want to study/are studying, they have an extremely low tolerance for noise, but both like to listen to music. (Ian is a massive Beatles fan. He was wearing this awesome shirt today, with all the signatures of the members of The Beatles at the back. With skinnies and tartan loafers, but that really isn't my style because according to Joan, he's gay. He isn't. He's beng. Ish.) And he really doesn't like girls who sit there and yak and yak instead of doing their work, and laugh like crazy. Guys too, actually.
Ms Teo gave out her new chapters and stuff, then told the people who were still doing their papers to work on their revision, while she went through a new chapter with the rest. Ian had to do revision stuff, but he abandoned the whole paper but the first question. Because he kept sleeping and waking up looking like crap. I actually asked him if he was okay once, and he mumbled something incoherent and went back to sleep. (Sounds like someone, eh.)
So after Ms Teo finished teaching all her stuffs, we were doing exercises and stuff, and Ian stood to go to the toilet. It seemed like he was really sick this time. He didn't even tack on the Ma'am salutation when he asked Ms Teo, unlike what he usually does. Then suddenly Crystal taps me and when I turn around, we have this STUPID conversation.
Crystal: (points at Ian's chair) You know him ah. What's his name?
Me: (nods, suspiciously) Ian.
Crystal: (nods and smiles a bit scarily) Ohhhh. As in, I-A-N? How you know him one ah?
Me: Um, tuition?
Crystal: Ohhhh.
Me: (turns around)
Crystal's friend taps me.
Crystal's friend: Um, so. She wants to know.. (points at Crystal)
Crystal: Eh no no she herself wants to know lah.
At this point I get a bit annoyed because it's annoying when people do that to you. And here's the kicker:
Crystal's friend: Do you have his number?
I was in shock. But oh well, I just replied, "Yes." And turned back around. What they DIDN'T have to know was that he didn't have my number. He just tested his phone by calling my phone, and said, "Yeah, okay." when I asked if I could save the number. So far, it hasn't occurred to him to ask for mine. Oh well.
Then after a while Ms Teo went, "Okay, you guys can go." Then Ian finally came back and sat down, to see everyone standing up. :D But anyway, I was still there with my stuff. He just sat there sort of dejectedly, and said, "I still wanna sleep." Hahahah. Yeah I did just that. I laughed and said, "You slept through the whole of Science." He was about to say something, but Crystal was calling me, and because she isn't one of his favourite people, he just walked off. And guess what she said?
Crystal: Er, don't tell him ah.
SERIOUSLY. Then I was all, okay, and tried to get out of there, but her friend had to go, "It was all her idea," meaning Crystal. And I got pissed and intense, and said, "Well, actually I don't want to know." And walked out, and complained to Joan about what she had the cheek to say to me. And then when Joan said they were stalkers, I felt sort of guilty for telling them his name. I mean, he's my friend, and all. Well, not friend, I suppose, but he's been pretty decent to me about most things. Except council. Both him and Joan don't hate council, but they find their ways to insult councillors w/o hurting them (much). Because it was through his name/school/middle name that I found his facebook account, anyway.
But oh well.
Did you see the many similarities?

@ 6:24 AM

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