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Friday, March 16, 2007

Illegality

Long absence, so here's a not-so-quick rundown of the past week.

Sunday:

Woke up at 7 to go to church. Took bus 154 and then stopped somewhere to board the second bus. I'm supposed to take 67. I took 77. So I end up lost in Suntec City. Now, what I usually do when I'm lost is cross the overhead bridge and take the same bus back to the stop. Except I'm on a one-way road. So I have to wander around the area until I find the other road, and from there I took 77 back.

By now, it is way too late for church.

So I go to the same stop as before and take 154 home. Except I either fell asleep or messed up again because I miss Clementi and end up in Potong Pasir. At this point, I decide, screw the buses, let's take MRT.

Asked an NCC boy for directions. He was like "You go there. See temple go straight, see school go right." The first thing I run into is a church, and I'm quietly thinking to myself that this better not be the 'temple' that kid was referring to.

Eventually I end up at some school, and ask another man for directions. His are way more helpful. Go through the school to the main road and turn right. Easy right? Yeah, I thought so too.

Now I walk through the school. I pass the concourse, so I assume I'm on the first floor. Walking further leads me to classrooms, and there I find that, no, I'm on the SECOND floor. What to do? look for staircases. And guess what, it's the middle of March; of course everything that can be locked is locked, stairwells included.

For those of you who know me very well, you should be able to realize what I did.

I go back to the balcony near the classrooms and see across the main road. Then I look down. About 2 metres down, there is a flower bed. Another 2 metres, another flower bed. Then the ground.

Drumroll please.

I jump over the fencing into the flower bed, and repeat the process till I'm at ground zero.

Don't tell me you're surprised.

Bear in mind I'm facing the road. A junction no less. Luckily no one saw me. Yet.

Well, I'm still on school grounds yes? So now to walk through the gate. Oh wait. The gate's locked as well.

Now to jump the fence. Brilliant. Illegality is levelling up.

At that point, 2 cabs drive past, with me jumping over a school fence, dressed in jeans, singlet and unbottoned shirt in all my pai gia glory. And now I'm jumping a school fence.

They just continue driving. Somehow, I feel slighted. It's as if what I did wasn't special.

Well, tomorrow I'll tell you what happened the rest of the week. Bleach calls.

 
 

 

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