> on duty
... so im back in school, going undercover for an assignment. but nobody knows, not even myself ... going from class to class; in what seemed to be a shopping mall. a shopping mall full of students. i was wearing a white shirt with dark blue pants; just like ye ol secondary school's ... i see a lotta regular faces and yet i see none of them ... the reflections of everyone's shadow glares on the shiny shopping mall's floor ...
... coupla dudes asked me to help them with their homework, i said i'd try my best, just to make frens. but i've no idea if their even from my class ... but they're not, becoz i recognize them from work / production ... im at a junkyard, that's where we do our technical / workshop assignments ... im sat untop a crane-chasis, shouting down to my frens/ex-collegues but i dun think they hear me that well ... the ground is really muddy ...
... im back in class now and the classrooms are filled with orderly rows upon rows of double-decker beds; instead of desks and chairs. there's no teacher standing in front of the blackboard that's filled with unrecognizable chalk-scribbles. the double-decker beds are low ones, about shoulder-high ... and i dun see the peeps below bunk ... im at the back of the class, as i always am, lying prone down, had facing the front of the classroom. in walks the class monitress; Bernie (an old old aquantaince from my VITB-days) and i try to look away as she sees me ... she saids:
"aaahhh ... you're the one im looking for!"
by then we're both wearing our VITB unifroms. tanbrown top with dark brown pants/shirt.
Bernie comes over and leans over the front of my bed and asks if i wanna be a "class/school rep" for the coming holidays ... i said i needed to earn money for myself and family during the december break and can't afford to spend time at school. she said the school will pay me ... she shows me a buncha numbers written on the back of a cheque-book ...
im keeping the numbers for myself, sorry ... heh ;p
altho i dun remember the first few numbers, i recognized the last couple of sets; to be of my renumeration for the holiday-stint. "a thousand-plus bucks ain't so bad", so i thought ... there was also a duty rooster which she whipped out whilst on the phone. in the duty-table written in mandarin, i recognized Jacelyn Tay's (mediacorp artiste) name. wow, i'd be doing duty with her too? hhhmmm ... Bernie tells me all i haveta to is to hang around and attend to any calls or emergencies.
i was hesitant and asked how soon i would haveta confirm ... she says i have til the next day to confirm my participation.
... then she gets a call on her cell, and she turns to ask me this:
"if the D.P. wants to shoot, should we agree to smoothen things?"
to which i replied:
"if the shoot was a government initiative and is directly related to or is a government body job, then yes. but if the job is a purely commercial job and benefits neither the school or government in any way, then the answer is no."
... the thing is, i had awoken at the end of the class monitress' question. and i answered the above para in hushed breaths, in a state of being half awake ... and half conscious of the fact that i already am awake, and still lying scroungedup in my bed in the real world in real time ... and speaking the entire rationale out to no one else in particular ...
IT'S ALL GOIN' DOWNHILL FROM HERE, BABY!
heh.
... 930am. just wanted to record this down somewhere. heh. looks like its gonna be a weird thursday too ...
... coupla dudes asked me to help them with their homework, i said i'd try my best, just to make frens. but i've no idea if their even from my class ... but they're not, becoz i recognize them from work / production ... im at a junkyard, that's where we do our technical / workshop assignments ... im sat untop a crane-chasis, shouting down to my frens/ex-collegues but i dun think they hear me that well ... the ground is really muddy ...
... im back in class now and the classrooms are filled with orderly rows upon rows of double-decker beds; instead of desks and chairs. there's no teacher standing in front of the blackboard that's filled with unrecognizable chalk-scribbles. the double-decker beds are low ones, about shoulder-high ... and i dun see the peeps below bunk ... im at the back of the class, as i always am, lying prone down, had facing the front of the classroom. in walks the class monitress; Bernie (an old old aquantaince from my VITB-days) and i try to look away as she sees me ... she saids:
by then we're both wearing our VITB unifroms. tanbrown top with dark brown pants/shirt.
Bernie comes over and leans over the front of my bed and asks if i wanna be a "class/school rep" for the coming holidays ... i said i needed to earn money for myself and family during the december break and can't afford to spend time at school. she said the school will pay me ... she shows me a buncha numbers written on the back of a cheque-book ...
altho i dun remember the first few numbers, i recognized the last couple of sets; to be of my renumeration for the holiday-stint. "a thousand-plus bucks ain't so bad", so i thought ... there was also a duty rooster which she whipped out whilst on the phone. in the duty-table written in mandarin, i recognized Jacelyn Tay's (mediacorp artiste) name. wow, i'd be doing duty with her too? hhhmmm ... Bernie tells me all i haveta to is to hang around and attend to any calls or emergencies.
i was hesitant and asked how soon i would haveta confirm ... she says i have til the next day to confirm my participation.
... then she gets a call on her cell, and she turns to ask me this:
to which i replied:
... the thing is, i had awoken at the end of the class monitress' question. and i answered the above para in hushed breaths, in a state of being half awake ... and half conscious of the fact that i already am awake, and still lying scroungedup in my bed in the real world in real time ... and speaking the entire rationale out to no one else in particular ...
IT'S ALL GOIN' DOWNHILL FROM HERE, BABY!
heh.
... 930am. just wanted to record this down somewhere. heh. looks like its gonna be a weird thursday too ...
