Thursday, 12 February 2009

Mad-Eye-Moody Revived

It was only moments after I had settled down in my seat that AY entered through the back door and passed me a plastic bag of sorts. Looking at her questioningly, she replied that it was an early birthday gift. Of course, I was very excited. I didn't get anything for her birthday and yet she was giving me something, and somewhere deep down, I felt extremely guilty.

I opened the paper bag in the plastic bag and found a handphone accessory in the shape of a Ferrero Rocher. Estatic would be a serious understatement. I mean, hello, FERRERO ROCHER. Chocolate, gold foil, brown paper 'cup' striked gold.

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" No one could fathom how happy I was. On the way to assembly, I wondered why I seemed to have a fetish for fake food, miniaturized objects (yes, you could give me a mini bin the size of my thumb and I would be extremely happy), anything that is an imitation of the real but not meant to do what the real does (like some brands tried to copy the iPod *rolls eyes*). I can't explain it.

Then during recess, Moira purchased a mood ring (I didn't exactly know it was a mood ring, and neither Moira nor Rachel did either) and gave it to me, claiming that I like black so it would be a good present. I placed it on my thumb, seeing as how it wouldn't fit on any of the other fingers. In fact, it wouldn't fit properly on my thumb either, but it was the best place to put it so it went there.

During lessons, I took it off, and was entirely surprised by the fact that it turned black. When I picked it up and placed it on my finger, it started melting into green. I asked Rachel to try it out, and the same happened. Mood ring? That's so cool! I saw some in the Science Center's gift shop and wanted one but my parents wouldn't buy it. Now I own one and I'm so happy!

S&D was just before lunch. Zann and I came up with a story.

Me: When I came home last night, I saw an extra pair of shoes that didn't belong to anyone in the family, anyone I recognized.

Zann: I thought it was the suspect on the news from last night.

Me: From deep within the house, I heard a squeaking sound that didn't sound like my father, my mother, my brother, my sister, or anything in the house at all.

Zann: Slowly, I crept stealthily toward where I thought the sound came from and saw a bright light...

It kind of ended there because we kept changing stories so many times (the first was about Zann's cousin's 21st B-day) we had barely any time left. Miss Tay said she like our story, the way we built up suspense. Zann and I have very different line of thoughts. I go for the spooky, she goes for the cheerful, which I frankly find a bit annoying since we're going on about different things. She wanted the squeak to come from a hamster, but I wanted a burglar at least, if not a cannibal who had blood dripping off his lips while gripping onto the person's brother whose white of the eyes were the only part of the eyeball seen and was deathly pale and bleeding profusely.

It is kind of creepy, but I'll have loved that. Hopefully, if we continued the story, Zann wouldn't have concluded with a HAMSTER. Of all things...

Geography came along as the last lesson and those in my row, namely Rachel, Moira and I were forced to act as women of child-bearing age. I was a nervous wreck, seeing as how I totally couldn't say 'my husband' without puking, so Rachel went first, then Moira. Moira did a really short one.

When it was my turn, I felt my face heat up. I mean, if someone asks you to pretend you have a husband and two kids when you don't at all, how would YOU react? I tried my best to give a straight face and started in a trembling voice. I didn't know what came over me, but I wanted to cry. Maybe it was empathy? Everything I said felt so real.

I was portraying a lady from China who had her second child and refused to abort it, and was thus fined a heavy sum. I intended to include that last part and the fact that the husband lost his job due to a request for one year lump sum paycheck, but it slipped my mind. Following that, I mentioned that the husband didn't like the fact that both children were female, and every night when he comes home, he smelled of ladies perfume I never recognized.

Rachel said I was very 'drama'. It was fun. I wouldn't mind doing it again. XD