Sunday, September 25, 2005 - -_- : ah.... 6 more weeks to my A levels... how exciting...

im sooooo going to pick up the pace.... and get my subjects nailed...

can you feel my anxiety? can you feeeel my fear....?

cause you see,

I"M HOPING THAT I DON"T GET BELOW STRAIGHT Bs.

ARRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....

*hyperventilates*

haha. which reminds me of an incident that happened in SAS.

you see, when i was in secondary school, there was this emergency exercise thingy thing going on (supposedly an "explosion" went off in the school, throwing people into supreme -panic-. Psst! applies to teachers only.)

so, even the civil defence got involved, so we can see ambulances and fire engines rushing into the school compound. seriously it was pretty hysterical to see life-saving machines lumbering into the school carpark when there's no "emergency" in sight.

like HELLO... i can almost hear the firemen going,

"ooo woooow. the fire soooo big ah. aiyah....alamak...so hot..."
*said with the typical bo chap-ness and half open eyelids and fans himself in a gu niang manner*

and sadly, WE the SAS drama team just haaad to get involved in the exercise. apparently, we were the "facilitators" of the emergency thingy.

to put it simply, we were the bunch of over-reacting mites hopping about and pretending there was a REAL emergency. think guys lying alll over the floor....bleeding their guts out...being trapped under PAPER BOXES and acting as if kena pinned down by some monster cupboard...

and i had the ultimate misfortune of being involved in the above. i was stationed in the science lab and was lying face down with not 5, not 4, not 3, but TWO cardboard boxes on my back.

oh my. what a predicment.

and i was going, "help...help... heeeelllp...." and feeling sooooo retarded.

HA. and then, a teacher came along and tried to lift the "cupboard" off me. then he said after much grunting and groaning (i suppose from the effort of having to lift the "cupboard".), he said,


"ITS TOO HEAVY!"


(-_-")



let us observe a moment of silence.































































































IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS LAME,


THAT WAS SOME -SERIOUS- overacting.


and there i was, on the ground, pinned down oh so pathetically under TWOOO cardboard boxes, am sio-ing (supressed giggle. how supressed can that get.).

and then, came along two firemen who looked like matchsticks (firemen are suppose to be big, hunky and burly guys in case YOU don't know) and showed sooo much effort trying to get it off me.

uh huh. -_-

and then, i was stretched down the building with my acting partner (who's suppose to act completely hysterical and "obstruct" my rescue as stated in his role report).

and i can vaguely hear students laughing and talking and STROLLING while the teacher shooed them along saying its an emergency. right.

hahahhaha... then, some teachers were given the role of acting too! some teachers act crazy... some act tooo calm.. some HYPERVENTILATE.

and this is the funniest part.

this female teacher was given the role of hyperventilating. then, being true to her role, she began to mock hyperventilation near the end of the emergency exercise for a while.

and she did the job very well. TOO well.

*excerpt*

hyperventilating teacher: "oh my *gasp* good - *gasp* - ness... what are *gasp* we *gasp* going to *gasp* do..."

2nd teacher: "don't worry! its going to be over. ok, now breathe with me... breathe ah.." *breathes in deep*

hyperventilating teacher: "o - *gasp* - k..." *tries miserably*

the emergency over and the acting can stop.

2nd teacher:"wah. that was tough man... ok. you can stop hyperventilating now."

hyperventilating teacher: " *gasp gasp gasp gasp GASPPPPP*

2nd teacher: " -_-. oi. over already lah. you can stop."

hyperventilating teacher: " *gasp gasp gasp* i *gasp* can't *gasp* stop *GASSSPPPP*....."



HAHAHAHHAAH.... it was absolutely hilarious when i was told about this. apparently, the teacher got a bit carried away and hyperventilated for real...

and then, just to back track a little bit, after i was brought down the building, they brought me to this room where all the "injured" people are. and so there i was, lying down... getting pinched by guys (at the wrist) and having my pulse felt.

and they kept doing the same thing over and over and over and asking me if the pinching hurt.

Duh.

so, i got sooo tired of moaning "yeessss..." as pathetically as possible so i just stopped answering them altogether.

and then, the guy who was checking me said to the teacher (who was the first-aid in charge for the emergency),

"Sir, he's not responding anymore leh..."

"That means he's dying." (might i add that he said it quite nonchalantly i.e. bo chap-ly)

(-_-)

*whispers to myself* or exceedingly annoyed with the same question.

AND THEN, i peeked open my eyes to see the fellow's reaction to the teacher's comment.

"sir, then how?"

"how? CPR lor."

oh... ho ho ho.... how about, No.

NO.

and the fellow was like, stoning for a milisecond.

*whispers to myself* don't even think about it boy....

and then, my turn to get on the ambulance came and i got in and dropped the acting to my immense relief.

it was the LONGEST and most draining performance EVER.

C.K blogged at 1:07 AM