Stuff About Today.

Hmm.

I managed to bring my mandolin to school today, particularly after alvin's short trip to my house previously. I intended to bring a new sense of excitement into the class, as I'm sure they never saw a mando before.

So here I was, in bloody freezing block R and standing up, playing my mando while walking around looking like some deluded busker. I bumped into my lecturer Garry Tan, and this is our Conversation:

Crawldaddy: 'Hey!' (mando still playing).

Garry: 'Morning!, what's that?' (he points to mandolin)

C: 'A Mandolin' (playing still continues)

G: 'A Banjolin?' (playing stops abruptly)


Dot. Dot. Dot.

C: 'No, a MAN-doh-lin' (resumes soft playing)

G: 'Ok, well, see you later.'

C:' Yeah, see you soon.'

I then proceeded to see the DMD class (which included Charlotte) having drawing class under their sadistic teacher who absolutely permits no breaks etc. Charlote told me.

According to her blog, she cut her hair sometime ago, and I hadn't seen her since last week, so I was itching for a look. I did manage to see her new hairdo, but I'll talk about it later.

So I toil through my own drawing class, and finally got out by twelve noon to get some lunch with Charlotte and Alvin.

We (Alvin and I) managed to reach food junction by twelve fifteen, and we found Charlotte easily enough (the hair). I mad a small comment on her hair, sat down and waited for Charlotte to get her lunch. I thought she got something like rojak, but it turned out to be some kinda fruit salad.... seriously, I though it was rojak.

Ok, so you wanna know about Charlotte's hair? I thought it was pretty cool, it fitted her image (if she intened to be a cross between the eightie's era Bon Jovi and David Bowie and some taiwanese boyband member). It looked good, by the way.

Seriously. (but why can't I just stop thinking about her hair???)

So Alvin and I got our lunch from the same store, and while we searched, I figured the only way to find our seats was to utilise Charlotte's hair to our advantage. With the words of 'Look for the spiky hair, look for the spiky hair' running through my mind, I finally did. It was also the same method I used to find Charlotte in FJ anyhow.

She wasn't very happy when I told her this very small trick. Heeheehee.

Anyway, we had a good lunch, laughing almost the whole way through, and I passed to her a compilation of the Fuzzy Green Grass's 'Live At Al's Place & Live At Al's Place (Again)', which I titled 'Live At Al's Place Complete', even though I missed out two tracks : 'Thank You' And 'In My Heart'. Cuz I messed up the tracks with too much 'remastering'.

I went back to slave over my clay model, producing two more shit-coloured blobs, and finally managing to polish off two-thirds of the lyrics to a song Alvin and I came up with.

Before all that, the stupidest thing happened.

I agreed to lend my discman (some lousy piece of 49-buck crap which can't even play CD-Rs) to Alvin and in return he lent me his PDA which contained some thirty-odd songs. It was a fair trade, but let me tell you more.

I tend to put my Discman in a pouch clasped around my waist, however, due to the nature of my dressing style, it hangs around my hips, and somehow doesn't manage to slip down unless I run at full throttle. So I just passed my whole pouch (Discman, CD case and stuff) to Alvin.

When he wore the darn thing he looked absolutely obscene.

Have you ever seen ball-guards worn by cricket players?

This time, my pouch hung over his crotch looking like some gigantuous ball guard designed to withstand the swing of a clawhammer at your nuts. And what's more, Alvin did the act of wearing it with his particular manner of 'style'. Until I managed to wrench the pouch away and tighten it some more (i have a size-thirty belt, while Alvin has only a 28 inch, that skinny bugger), ONLY THEN, he looked more... less obscene. Yeah, he wanted to hear his spankin' brand new John Denver CD.

What Can I say... What can I say....

Cheers, (please do not kill me Char, please???)

Crawldaddy