10:56 AM
It’s 11 am and instead of being stuck in a classroom with a monotonous teacher just as weary of the holiday classes as the students are, I am here at the immigration place, which is equally as monotonous and weary as it gets, waiting for my number to be called on. Ah, 809 goes the counter. What’s my number again? Oh yes, 840. Sheesh. It’s as boring as class if not worse (at least in class there are people you know, here, it’s practically zero). I choose class. I didn’t go today ‘cause I felt like sleeping in but I can’t use this as an excuse and amazingly, as if on cue, Dad took me to here to get my IC renewed. Sweet.

11:04 AM
Or not. Dad said they mightn’t allow me to get my photograph taken since I’m not dressed for it. Hey, a black shirt, camo jeans and my Converse sneakers look just fine to me (although, I don’t see what my shorts and shoes have got to do with it, they’re only taking it from the neck up). Wonder how long this is gonna take, I have music class at 1. Which reminds me, I wonder if I could crash at Sticks’ place after. I do hope so (she’s kinda sensitive about short-noticed visitors, just like your mom, Ells).

11:23 AM
On average, one counter takes 7 minutes (I know, I counted), there are 3 counters right now (actually, they have 10, but I don’t see what’s the point in having so many when you’re only gonna keep a few open. This happens everywhere) open to green ICs. 840 – 815 (that would be the number now) is 25. Divide that by 3, you get 8.6666 something. Multiplied by 7, you get about 60 minutes. Holy mac, I’m such a dork. I actually calculated all that. See? This is what inactivity does to me. That means one more hour of waiting here. Sigh.

11:30
Wow, it’ll totally be like, bummer dude, if they tell me I can’t get my photograph taken after waiting this long.

11:35 AM
I look to the right and I see rows and rows of dreary-looking people waiting for their number to come up. I look to the left and I see this guy with a crazy look, furiously banging on his Nintendo DS, PSP or whatever game console humanity has to offer. Honestly, what is with guys and gaming? And I look behind me; I see the Ministry of Finance building. Or as I like to call it, the Money Place. You know I can see this very building from school? Speaking of which, I wonder what Aikks, Nickks, Stickks and the rest of the guys doing. Oh, probably stuck in a drop dead dull room.

11:56 AM
Number 839! Yeah! One more! My estimations—



At this point, the numbers 8, 4 & 0 in bright red, digital colors beeped on the counter header. One hour exactly. Yeah. The lady at the counter treated me as if I were 4 years old. Grr. Do I look like I can only understand one syllable at a time?! That just ticks me off. ><

So this is what I was up to, sitting on those annoying creaky chairs, writing. Pfft. I’d rather go to school, but I need my IC renewed before PMBs. Which was moved back a couple of days in advance. THANKS, THAT’S REALLY HELPFUL, I’M GONNA GO BURN MY BOOKS NOW.

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Guess what? My music teacher ain’t Catholic. Nor is she Christian. Or Jewish. She’s Muslim. Muslim. Honestly. I haven’t got anything against Muslims; loads of my close mates are Muslim, but my teacher? Muslim? I never saw that one. She always looked so...Christian. Haha.

And guess what? Her name isn’t even Honey. It’s freaking Sarah Jane. ‘Honey’ is not even remotely close to Sarah Jane. And I never knew, I just found out last week when she was IMing with her mom. I don’t even know her anymore!

I bet she has a house in Cleveland, Ohio, her natural hair color is actually ginger, she’s adopted and is secretly related to George W. Bush. Who are you?!?!?!

Haha, I’m being paranoid, Honey, or like, Sarah Jane, is really awesome, if only teachers at school could be like her. It’s fun. Anyway, onto other matters: I did NOT get kicked out of my band. A slight, teensy, little misunderstanding is all it was. Hey, Izaq said not to “bother coming to any jamming session”. How was I supposed to interpret that? Oh well, it’s all good now.

Feeling mildly hungry, I haven’t eaten dinner yet. My last meal was like a plate of hotdogs, very, VERY scrambled eggs, squid balls and crabsticks. Hey, it’s good food!

Kind of looking forward to school tomorrow, I hope this time, we’d actually have break. For heaven’s sake, we kids need a rest dang it!

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Hey Alister, I know you’re reading this and have been looking for your name in my entries frantically for so long. Here you go. Haha, the things you do to get in the media.

(He likes to be mentioned, who doesn’t right?)

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