Adventures in Sasa land
"Holyshit!" Laura wrote, passing the yellow Memo Pad to the girl on her left. Her friend laughs. The lady in front is too enthusiastic and this annoys the shit out of her.
The whole row of friends can't wait to get out of the current hell-hole they were in. Rebecca was sitting in the corner, leaning on her arms and then leaning back up again. She's struggling to concentrate and the same goes for Abigail who is stretching out like a cat next to her. Charissa is leaning back in her chair with a hand on her belly. She's pregnant with the Food Baby. Laura, the Memo girl, leans on her folded arms on the desk. Melissa has been exchanging notes with Charissa on a new fanfic, but that was all.
Everyone looks at each other and catches each others' eyes. Grinning resignedly, they know there was more than 2 hours to go. "20 thousand per month?? Holy Crap!" Laura looks over and exclaims. The corners of Charissa's lips merely twitches in mock humor. This was going to be a long, long, loooong class. Looking over, she sees Rebecca and Abigail settling in for the long haul.
Returning from their 'trip' to the toilet, the girls feel refreshed. At least, they have returned with a new sunk dread of the coming hour. They have not returned empty handed. Abby and Charie have had bought drinks each - passion fruit and green apple respectively. They, Laura and Becca have bought their Tamadun Islam textbook. Not like they had a choice.
Raymund begins to explain how iPod exploited his life. The teacher cuts in. Everyone can't makes a rat's ass of a sense of what he's saying but it seems very funny to Laura and Charie as they dissolve into fits of giggles at one look at each other.
As Mel writes her fanfic in progress, the dark curtains of her hair obscures her expressions from the others. Her pen works its way smoothly over the paper.
The phlegm chooses its debut just as Jee begins to speak with his trademark "Ah..." Sounded a lot more like "Arhk." He always sounds like he has a constant nasal infection for his voice. The girls couldn't hear a shit of what was being said.
Abby didn't understand why they had to elaborate on their examples. Rebecca and Charie echoed the statement. Laura has decided to talk on her music while Charie, her fanficiton. An hour more to go. Oh God, someone pass the gun.
Another 20 minutes to the next break and Charie decided if the inspiration keeps hitting, she'll publish a book called 'Inspirations of the Uninspired'.
Abby mouths a 'What's she talking about?' Charie merely shrugs as the lecturer deviates from what she was talking about 4 minutes prior. She's going 'what the hell?' because the lady has skipped right through to them.
Laura stares at the florescent fixture like a fly. It couldn't be more obvious to how she was feeling. Even a blind man could feel the waves being emitted. Rebecca has been messaging her friend and has gotten a reply, "Go fart in her face la." Her friend owns.
It was very rare to see Jee smile. And when he did, it usually was, no, always is very very unsettling. He was smiling the entire time Mel was in close proximity with him. The stalker.
The strange thing about this whole shit was the fact that every class that was interesting to the rest of the class was a bore to Jee. And whatever was interesting to the Jee would be everyone else's idea of a personal hell.
Laura silently leans over a cheers "Half-an hour more!" The Food Baby flips and kicks in joy.
Mel grins and whispers "10 minutes more!" The baby is bursting the seams.
No one understands any part of the shitty fuck that's being said. Ai Xin looks at the lady with a frown etched upon her face. That in itself is an indication to how much everyone - except Jee is going to enjoy this class in the four months to come. The lady does not make a shit of sense. She makes even less sense than crack on crack. The explanation that could've been a simple ABC has turned into a ADFZH. Charie is not upset that she has been beaten in the rankings of Super Hyper Energizer Bunny. The lady can have it for all she cared. It's already 5 p.m.
So, WHY THE HELL ARE WE STILL HERE?????????????????????????????????????
