there are details i won't mention here, for fear of persecution from the Ministry Of Education. therefore, this account begins at 1230.
1230 after relentless hounding from my ex-classmates, i tell them that i was in class, and now have to run over to my aunt's place to check her computer. she claimed it was an emergency, that she needed to print something important. there was no way i could leave her to flounder on her own [1) she's in a wheelchair 2) her computer is often her only means of income as a real estate agent 3) i once spent 20 mins rigged up to my Ericsson through a headset, trying to get her to tell me the HP printer for which se installed a driver. i felt, and probably looked, like Sandra Bullock hooked up to her Motorola at her desk in Two Weeks' Notice]
1430 two grueling hours later, i managed to leave my aunt, peace restored. unfortunately, the results were already being given out.
1604 arrived at school. hall emptied.
i ended up meeting, by chance, Ian, David, Munbbill and Daniel, absolutely by chance, as they were chatting with Mrs Raj. helped her out a little, and got a lift home in her new Nissan Sunny Luxury Edition. not exactly an inspired choice, but then again not exactly a Proton Wira, either. apparently the poor Wira was in a two-car-collision last Friday The Thirteenth. she said she would have bought a Nissan 350Z if she hadn't sent her son off to Melborne, Dell Insprion laptop and all. Mrs Raj driving a 3.5 liter sports coupé? cool.
but, before you think i had some miraculous breakthrough, i was more depressed than ever inside. actually, wistful's the word i'd use.
"for what it's worth - I love you!
and what is worse - I really do
for what it's worth - I'm gonna run run run
'til the sweetness gets to you
and what is worse - I love you!"
- "For What It's Worth", The Cardigans
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