In Malaysia, no one gives you change for RM50-00. Not one. Unless of course you purchase something or in the words of that Starbucks barrista that i bothered to ask, "You need to have expenditure here". O you'd love that wouldn't you?
So that was my 15 minutes of rushing to get change as a guy from Urban Creatures (Wai Ming was it?, sorry i'm a bit old in the head) dropped by One Stop to pass me my gig ticket for this Saturday. He didn't have change. Nor did i. Resulting in the aforementioned paragraphs' idiocy. So i did probably what the common joe would, purchase something, and at that time it was something i didn't need. A McDonald's Fish Fillet Burger.
Passed him the RM18-00 (Which come to think it: karmic acts of being shrewd kicking me in the backside), and got the ticket with a feeling of something amiss. I am actually paying more, more than the people who would be in que, on the day itself. There you go, good ol' wong's luck. Anyways i'm hoping that i will have a good time at Dewan Sri Pinang, it being a total art and music experience.
Everyone i asked either couldn't make up their mind about it, couldn't come, or didn't reply. Oh well, lepak sajalah....
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Yesterday's tale: i saw a girl whom i recognised as my former student.
She was from the worst class there was in the whole form.
She recognised me the moment i had my ass on the chair.
I ordered a teh-o-ais.
She was with 2 guys, one medium sized guy in black, with spiked hair.
The other was a big sized guy, fat and had his hair dyed orange, streaked styled.
I used to shout in her class. I never gave much thought to teaching. Nor in a proper sense, disciplining them.
What would you do if you were a 23 year old guy?
The ones who would actually bother to talk to me, i talked. I tried teaching a few times, but it all fell on deaf ears.
The ones who would actually make noise, i shouted at. I never punished. I never thought to.
I'd just go off like a bomb in the middle of the class.
Once, my method went too well. And she started to cry.
Never in a million years would i thought that i'd see her cry.
Of all her classmates, she was the loudest. Probably the most petite too. She was 14 last time i saw her.
And there she was now, in front of me.
I couldn't look at her. It was too akward a moment. I stared into the television overhead instead, it was set to Discovery channel.
It was showing how inmates in prison were being reformed with the use of dogs with disablities.
Dogs that had no masters, or were thought to be useless pets.
I kept my eyes on the screen till they left.
I felt so strange, somewhere in the back of mind; afraid.
Right before her group left, she motioned for the boys to be close to her, and she whispered into their ears.
I know what she said.
As they were leaving, they looked at me. My eyes were still on the programme.
By that time the curry in my noodles had coagulated as i ate too slow.
I didn't have much of an appetite anyways.
I'm thinking of how to avoid meeting up my ex-students, practically all of them i'm not close to (and i would be in danger if i were close to a few...It's not unheard of, the scandals....)
I stay right behind their school. I pass it everyday.
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Cheers.
;-)
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