Today was cross-country day for my school. But no one ran. Except for shelter. Not a very good day indeed.
When I reached West Coast Park, I went to the toilet at MacDonald's. Some idiot jammed a toilet roll (the cardboard) into the toilet bowl and it cannot flush. There was another sick object there as well, but saying so would cause some people to vomit after their food. Sick indeed.
I went outside, and the place was great. Dark clouds hovered over. Strong winds blew. Extremely nice weather for running. But then the weather got worse. Since I was the chairman i was supposed to get everyone to gather at the big field at west coast. But someone knew not how to get to the field so I went to the MacDonald's Drive Thru to get him. Then it rained, extraordinarily heavily, and both of us, along with two prefects, were stuck under the shelther of the drive thru.
10 minutes passed and both of us were saved by the head prefect of the school (kind soul =D). But there was no way we could get back to the field (my bag was on the field, I didn't take it). So we were allowed to enter MacDonalds for shelter while waiting for the rain to stop.
But it didn't, and more people came streaming in. The result? An extraordinarily packed MacDonalds. No space to move at all. Then we were told that the run has been postponed and we could go. It was 0930. And I forgot to take my attendance list and pen. Luckily I remembered who came. But I was supposed to take attendance at the end of the run (or when we had to leave), and there was no way I could find some others, although I had some people with me. I managed to get out of MacDonald's, but the outside, having a shelter, was packed as well, such that I was told someone fell into the pond outside MacDonald's. I shouted and managed to squeeze through, using my umbrella (someone saved by bag). I brought a friend to the bus stop and noticed that the drain has became the West Coast River. Fast flowing water indeed. Luckily the surrounding areas weren't flooded.
I waited for my friends as I had to go back to school to do a project. After waiting like 15 minutes, I have two friends with me, and I decided to go to the bus stop all the way back, hoping that it won't be crowded. I was wrong again. By that time my entire body was wet. Terrible. Then the traffic on the road started moving, but this van did not, and a car behind rammed into the van. The van was dented at the back. Too bad I don't have a video of it. First time I saw a road accident. The bang was freaking loud. After another 10 minutes of wait bus 175 came and everyone boarded the bus. Went back to clementi, but we needed to dry ourselves, so we ended up going to the dark shopping centre right in front of clementi mrt station. It was 1030. Another friend joined us while we were eating there. Then we went back to school, me without wearing socks (wet socks can give problems).
Entered the school library to do a poster for my project. No one bought a corrugated board. We were as good as wasting our time. But walking barefooted on the library floor which was some sort of fibre was damn nice. After 2 hours of preparing stuff to paste on a board to be bought, one friend (the guy who joined us while I was eating at that dark shopping centre) and I went opposite for lunch (1345 hours). But neither of us were hungry; I just went there because I had a stomache. And guess what? Another idiot sat so deep behind on the toilet seat such that when he did his business, the back part of the seat was soiled. I don't need to explain what it was soiled with. But luckily it was far behind on the toilet seat. Basket.
Took bus to Dover, and ate mashed potatoes there. Then took MRT home. At home, while playing master of puppets (metallica) on my electric guitar, my skin tore open. Basket. No more playing. Shouldn't have played too hard...
So overall, it was a soaking wet, disgusting and skin-opening day. And for some odd reason, I don't feel happy today. Not because of the above events, though...
Darrell Tay. 16. Chinese Singaporean. Normal, ordinary guy. Covered by shadows casted by others. Loves my guitar, heavy metal and darkness. Or rather, I've been used to it. You can probably find photos in the archives, but I take no responsibility if your computer screen's damaged. :)
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