Saturday, July 28, 2007
I got really bad for my Math test. Sheena got 48/50, the highest in class. She was so sure that she'd get thirty-something. Me? When I said I had a prime number mark, everyone thought it was 43 (it couldn't be 47 - if I did the teacher would've said). It shows how badly I scored. I scored even less. All I was before was a fluke. By chance. I thought I was good in Math. Stupid me. Actually thinking I was good in something. Thinking I was good in Math. Stupid delusions. Stupid pride. Damn it.
I scored rather well for my drawings of my stapler. Is God trying to cheer me up? I lost my stapler halfway through my drawing. I left my whole pencilcase on the public bus. My silhouette style looked fat. Fortunately there were no remarks on the front of my drawing, meaning I didn't draw anything wrongly.
When the Chinese teacher walked out of the classroom for lunch, the floodgates opened and a swarm of panic stampeded on me. Earlier in the morning I was like "heck care" and now I felt like jumping around. In fact I did. I had to play for Mr Lim today - HMP SIA was coming round the corner and we were supposed to perform in the boarding school. Ruthanne had gone just the day before. Apparently, Mr Lim molested her fingers, touching them and saying, " You have such nice fingers." Then Mr Lim sat next to her on the piano chair and started playing to demonstrate a point, their shoulders rubbing. " THE PIANO CHAIR WAS SO SMALL AND HE WAS LIKE, SUDDENLY HE MOVED FROM THE CHAIR BESIDE THE PIANO CHAIR AND SAT ON IT AND I WAS LIKE OMG!" I really thought it was so small until I sat on the piano chair. Well, Ruthanne had been playing on the grand piano because someone had occupied the other piano room with the normal piano.
Anyway, I managed to get the piano room with the normal piano. Mr Lim was kind enough to let me warm up first. He went over to the connected piano room (another with a normal piano) and listened to a HMP senior playing, then taught her how to play properly. I was supposed to use that time to practise, but half of it was usurped by my dear friends leeching on to the piano seat, frantically trying to sight-read my piece. I felt quite impatient.
I was supposed to be practising. And here they were trying to prove that they could sight-read my piece. I wouldn't be able to sight-read it either. Even Sheena the Diploma Grade tried to and I was like "Geezers! I have to practise!" Ruthanne was commenting a little sulkily that Mr Lim didn't let her practise and that's why she played badly. And she was playing on the grand piano too, so it was harder. Frankly, I was hoping that I could play on the grand piano. I just liked the keys - I do not know how to explain it. In the end, I
did slip too. Before I started playing, Mr Lim asked if I was the one playing the piano during recess. I hesitated then nodded. I had only played a little bit. "That explains it," he said and told me to start playing. Anyway, he told me I wasn't expressive enough and he illustrated it by demonstrating. He sat on the piano chair and I moved aside to give him more space to play. Then moved again. It seemed that to Ruthanne, I was "very cute! ... so brave!" The mystery was solved. Ruthanne didn't dare to move aside for fear of offending Mr Lim. Ha. I felt a little guilty too. I didn't think I would be offending anybody then. Anyway he said that there was this passage like a man and a woman quarreling. "No! said the man," said Mr Lim. And he banged on the key. " Then the woman tries to coax him. But no!" BOOM. I grinned. "The woman tries to calm him. But NO!" Then I made the usual blowing through the nose to demonstrate I was laughing. I don't usually laugh. My friend told me I laughed like "Hee hee hee". I can't make that sort of laugh unless I really mean it - which is for seriously funny stuff. Usually I... snort? But not so vehemently. Ruthanne was honestly laughing. She was the only one left in the room by now. Theodora and Adelle had went up to do donno what, Sheena had gone to photocopy Math. Yes, I was accompanied by quite a procession. Anyway, I was quite glad when he told me the third and fourth pages were all right. He stood up and said "Very good," sounding like a passing comment. Ruthanne took it quite seriously and told me, "He only told me 'good'!" haiix. This kind of thing is only something casual and something where one's heart is not really in it. Mr Lim opened the door on this side and opened the inner door leading to the other connected piano room a fraction. Ruthanne said, "Say thank you!" Mr Lim turned around as though he had already meant to without Ruthanne saying and, to my amusement, did say thank you. Ruthanne went, "No, I meant YOU (referring to me)!" I muttered a hurried thanks and the door closed behind Mr Lim. I thought he was going to go out by the other door at the end of that piano room but he was only switching off the air con and the lights, it seemed. Because the door on the other side did not have a handle and could only be opened by a person coming in by this side (it was a push-door), Mr Lim banged on the door and I saw his face dimly in the glass pane. I pulled open the door then pushed the other door and Mr Lim came out smiling but looking a little irritated. "This stupid door!" he muttered. "Why didn't they put a handle?" Anyway we all went out and ya. Bye bye!
