We hit 'em hard.

The world is in dire need of help. Today I witnessed the cold harsh truth for myself, when I went down to support the table-tennis finals.

After realising there was no PE, I went to the canteen, and there Boon called out to me. What did he have in store for me?

Well he just asked me to go support/watch the table-tennis finals with him. I couldn't make up my mind, and dilly-dallied for quite a while. Which was not a very smart idea. Because the sky was looking ominous, and by the time I had made up my mind to acquiesce, it was raining cats and dogs. To help me in my decision-making process, I relied on the trusty old coin. And once the coin has spoken, there will be NO OTHER OPTIONS. Which was kinda unfortunate because the coin told me to go.

So we had to get a cab, and since it was raining so heavily, the only sensible choice was the 410 bus stop near the canteen. It was raining so heavily we actually got wet from walking there from the canteen, considering the minute distance. When we reached the bus stop, we realised there we weren't the only ones waiting for a cab. There were at least 2-3 other groups of people waiting for one. And one of them was Marcus Neo Jik Wang with his archery associates.

Hopeless as the wait for the elusive taxi was, we stayed on at the bus stop because we didn't want to walk back to the school and get wet. So we stayed. Stayed and got wet. At least below the knees. Boon Shing's classmate and her friends managed to get a cab, and I told him to get on it since they were going to the same place, but Boon was kind enough to stay around with me. But at least there was an amusing moment. Marcus and his archery associates called a cab, and they got on it. But I pulled Marcus back, since he was bragging that the next cab that came along would be his. I pulled him back, and his archery pals closed the door on him. He got flustered, and I got tickled. It was pretty funny cause he was shouting "Oei!" at them when they closed the door.

Ok so after a while Boon and I decided to retreat back to the school to regroup and rethink our plans. Back at the school, the clock was ticking. We were expecting the table tennis team to win at any moment, so we were thinking twice about going. But follow the coin we did, and we called a cab.

The cab went to RI first, then the driver called me to ask whether I was there. I told him he made a wrong turn and after a while he came to the right place. When we got on the cab, he remarked :"Fucking guard tell me left is RJ" I was wondering whether I heard wrong, but I don't think so. Vulgar but NICEEEE.

So we got there and braved the rain again. We got to where Goon was sitting and joined them. It was pretty exciting at first. Then it got pretty boring. All the while, the noise level was too high. To our right, there were supporters from NYJC. Some of the female councillors keep screaming whether their guy won a point. And they were banging plastic bottles.

Basically they were making noise. Unnecessary noise. And obviously they were irritating me. I mean, how base is that? Totally barbaric. Not that I have anything against barbarians, but they were annoying. Banging plastik bottles, screaming. I was really wishing they would drop dead. Or that their lungs would burst. Whatever. Anything to stop the noise.

And in the end, all their noise was for naught. They got pwnt, and they balik kampung. Which was expected. This begs the questions "WHY THE FUCK DID THEY MAKE SO MUCH NOISE FOR IF IN THE END THEY KNEW THEY WERE GOING TO LOSE?" I mean, if you go make noise in the kampung, I don't give a fuck, cause it's a kampung. But hello you're in a stadium, people come here to watch the game not to hear you trying out your fucking vocals. This ain't a fucking Linkin Park concert, so shove it you bloody slatterns and trollops. I don't think the players would in the least bit be heartened and play any better just cause they heard some previously-unheard-before frequency in your bitchass irritating screams.

There were councillors from our school behind as well, and they were cheering very loudly as well. That was very irksome too, but at least not as bad as the screams. Still, it would have been much better without them. I don't know why they are so bloody enthusiastic, cheering throughout the game. I think it's excessive, and doesn't add to the game at all. It's as though they get paid by the school on a per cheer basis. I think these people need help. They really need to go see a shrink or something. Shouting louder than the other school won't make your players play any better. It's just distracting and dumb.

Oh and there was this councillor, j1 I think. She looked like ugly betty. And she was definitely not a pretty sight. With every cheer, you could really see her cheering her guts or lungs or whatever out. It was as though she was on drugs, and her mouth would open so bloody wide to shout that it was pretty unbelievable. And it was disgusting. SICK sums it up. Dunno how she managed to open her mouth so wide, must have had practised from a young age. With what I don't know, but my guess is that it's something to do with hotdogs. And before you ask why I kept looking at such a sore sight, it was because I was kind of morbidly curious.

For the final game we moved to another side of the stadium. And there we witnessed a more idiotic sight. Whenever the players scored a point the person would jump in the air and wave his hands. Hello wtf are you crack or something? That guy seriously needs help. I think the amount of exertion he went through probably was greater than that of the players. He was sweating after the game. Like ok, so we win. So what do you get from shouting your lungs and waving your hands in the air? A half day off? NO. NOTHING. ZERO. ZILCH. So stop distracting people with your fucking antics and behave, bloody bitch, before I get the asylum workers to catch you.

In conclusion. Many people need help. I was thinking, I should go get name cards from psychiatrists. Then when I see such people again, I'll give them the cards.

posted by chee  # 9:16 pm