Monday, September 29, 2003
got back physics, ss, emaths and hcl paper today. as expected, hcl got b3, despite getting 52/70 for zuowen, which was, for the first time, highest in my class. which meant that i freaking totally screwed up my paper 2. what dya expect, 2/20 for zong he tian kong. freak ... but got 1s for physics, ss and emaths, the former two being rather unexpected. damn gep chinese sux.
anyway, halfway through playing soccer, yi-xun came running to us asking for his bag, which he had left under the podium and was now missing. he tot we played a prank on him i think, but the rest of us knew what that meant: the freaking s.o.b. serial thief! we ran to the toilet expecting to find his bag there, coz over the past two weeks peiyi, then szekiat had their wallets and handphones respectively stolen from their bags, and both times they found their tampered bag in the toilet cubicle. it was then that i found MY bag missing too. lucky that i din leave my hp and wallet in the bag.
so in the toilet, we found the second cubicle locked. and we knocked but found the guy not responding. then some of us squated down and for all our voyeuristic tendencies, got rewarded with the sight of our bags, and a pair of legs near the door. man, and through the reflection in the puddle of water underneath the cubicle door, we could see our hero thief pushing the door shut tight, as if the lock wasnt enough. so we pretended to leave him alone and left the toilet, all six to eight of us. after a minute we could hold it no longer and rushed into the toilet. this time the THIRD cubicle was locked too! i tried to coax mr thief out, but he still refused to budge his sorry ass. so i climbed into the second cubicle. the sight of mr thief was a little shocking, but then i had braced myself liao. good stuff. while i was perched atop that cubicle, (rather like a toot guarding his territory, really) i coaxed him to come out. after much coaxing, he came out, while i lowered myself into the second cubicle. i came out and told him to look me in the eye, and i asked him like at least 5 times "did u take it" (yi-xun's $52 gone from his wallet). each time he answered "no, i didn't", but on my final try, to my disbelief actually, he said "i did". and he promptly went over to the toilet roll in the third cubicle and unfurled the toilet paper, revealing yi-xun's money. i retrieved my bag, woot, though i had tot at that time that he had pinched my portable handphone charger and my handphone battery too (later i found those at home, luckily). and oh yar, good luck to the next guy using THOSE toilet paper.
kaixiang and chun yat had by that time called mr pierre to the scene, who came with mr gurjit gill. mr pierre got damn pissed with mr thief, searched his -- get this -- THREE lockers, and his bag, and wootz, found sze kiat's T610 samsung ericsson. woohooh. to think that mr thief had initially told mr pierre his bag was at the mrt station, but one of us saw it in front of us sitting on the bench in the circular area.
back at the general office, mr pierre told yi-xun and i to each write a report on the incident, coz we were victims of mr thief on this occasion. meanwhile mr thief got to cursing and swearing "i am dead" and tried banging his head on wooden arms of chairs. mr pierre got us to subdue him. mr thief even tried to tear off his own scalp, quite literally. i hooked his legs from behind with my right leg, so he fell while we supported him, and only then could we subdue him on the ground. good stuff. after writing my report, i returned home ...
oh yar on the lighter note, somehow everyone spoke CHINESE throughout the soccer match, something qt unheard of in gep. so, here are some memorable quotes from the match (with actual, intended meanings):
you3 yi ge nan2 ren2 yao4 shang4 ni3 de4! (man on!)
cha1 qiu2! (cross the ball!)
li3 mian4! (inside!)
huan4! (change! (flank))
fa3 ge1 (f**ker)
jing4 qiu2 qiu2 (goal-kick)
har?! ni3 bu4 yao4 gei3 ta1 da4 bian4 arh?! (weifan in response to someone saying "i dun give a shit!")
freaking hilarious ... rofl ...
anyway, halfway through playing soccer, yi-xun came running to us asking for his bag, which he had left under the podium and was now missing. he tot we played a prank on him i think, but the rest of us knew what that meant: the freaking s.o.b. serial thief! we ran to the toilet expecting to find his bag there, coz over the past two weeks peiyi, then szekiat had their wallets and handphones respectively stolen from their bags, and both times they found their tampered bag in the toilet cubicle. it was then that i found MY bag missing too. lucky that i din leave my hp and wallet in the bag.
so in the toilet, we found the second cubicle locked. and we knocked but found the guy not responding. then some of us squated down and for all our voyeuristic tendencies, got rewarded with the sight of our bags, and a pair of legs near the door. man, and through the reflection in the puddle of water underneath the cubicle door, we could see our hero thief pushing the door shut tight, as if the lock wasnt enough. so we pretended to leave him alone and left the toilet, all six to eight of us. after a minute we could hold it no longer and rushed into the toilet. this time the THIRD cubicle was locked too! i tried to coax mr thief out, but he still refused to budge his sorry ass. so i climbed into the second cubicle. the sight of mr thief was a little shocking, but then i had braced myself liao. good stuff. while i was perched atop that cubicle, (rather like a toot guarding his territory, really) i coaxed him to come out. after much coaxing, he came out, while i lowered myself into the second cubicle. i came out and told him to look me in the eye, and i asked him like at least 5 times "did u take it" (yi-xun's $52 gone from his wallet). each time he answered "no, i didn't", but on my final try, to my disbelief actually, he said "i did". and he promptly went over to the toilet roll in the third cubicle and unfurled the toilet paper, revealing yi-xun's money. i retrieved my bag, woot, though i had tot at that time that he had pinched my portable handphone charger and my handphone battery too (later i found those at home, luckily). and oh yar, good luck to the next guy using THOSE toilet paper.
kaixiang and chun yat had by that time called mr pierre to the scene, who came with mr gurjit gill. mr pierre got damn pissed with mr thief, searched his -- get this -- THREE lockers, and his bag, and wootz, found sze kiat's T610 samsung ericsson. woohooh. to think that mr thief had initially told mr pierre his bag was at the mrt station, but one of us saw it in front of us sitting on the bench in the circular area.
back at the general office, mr pierre told yi-xun and i to each write a report on the incident, coz we were victims of mr thief on this occasion. meanwhile mr thief got to cursing and swearing "i am dead" and tried banging his head on wooden arms of chairs. mr pierre got us to subdue him. mr thief even tried to tear off his own scalp, quite literally. i hooked his legs from behind with my right leg, so he fell while we supported him, and only then could we subdue him on the ground. good stuff. after writing my report, i returned home ...
oh yar on the lighter note, somehow everyone spoke CHINESE throughout the soccer match, something qt unheard of in gep. so, here are some memorable quotes from the match (with actual, intended meanings):
you3 yi ge nan2 ren2 yao4 shang4 ni3 de4! (man on!)
cha1 qiu2! (cross the ball!)
li3 mian4! (inside!)
huan4! (change! (flank))
fa3 ge1 (f**ker)
jing4 qiu2 qiu2 (goal-kick)
har?! ni3 bu4 yao4 gei3 ta1 da4 bian4 arh?! (weifan in response to someone saying "i dun give a shit!")
freaking hilarious ... rofl ...
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