Utter frustration and disbelief (at the stupidity)

Hmm.

Tonight, as I was ploughing through Soon's A5 sketchpad, which is required to be submitted tomorrow morning, I received a call from Zai, my model-making teacher:

Z: 'Hey (my real name), sorry to bother you so late, I just want to ask you whether I have a lesson with your class tomorrow'

C: 'I don't think so, why?'

Z: 'Well, you guys had to hand up your hammer model tomorrow right?'

Damn straight.

Z: 'So since I don't have a lesson with you guys tomorrow, you all can hand up your hammers on tuesday ok?'

C: 'Ok, Thanks'

I subsequently typed out a text message to my classmates and sent it with my mobile:

'Zai's hammer to be handed up on tuesday, pass the message around. This is absolutely confirmed.'

I was short of saying: 'Please don't ask any stupid questions'

I then sent this to at least five of my classmates, and then i went back to Soon's stuff.

A moment later, I received two text messages (something along these lines):

'what about the organic shape thingies? are they to be handed up on tuesdays as well?'

that was a fair question, as the organic shapes were another of Zai's assignments to be handed up originally on monday.

However, I did say I wanted to say 'Please don't ask any stupid questions'

I then received this message from Chew Siew, an obnoxious, perfectionist classmate of mine:

'How do you know? Where did you hear it from?'

The moment I saw this message, I started to curse and swear:

'WHAT THE BLODDY (TOOT) DOES SHE MEAN BY (TOOT)ING HOW DO I KNOW? (TOOT)!!! WHAT DOES BEING A (TOOT)ING CLASS REP MEAN? (TOOT)ING SHIT! I'M REALLY GOING TO GIVE THAT (TOOT)ED UP BRAIN OF HERS A JUMP-START!!!'

So I wrote another message and sent it out:

'Zai told me that the hammer and organic shapes are to be handed up on tuesday. Any questions, you can call my home at (my home number). My free messages aren't forever.'

To be perfectly honest, Chew Siew suffered an illness a couple of months back which, after being cured from the illness, caused her to be somewhat blur and obnoxious, even extremely irritaing with her senseless questioning. Apparently, the side-effects of that fateful illness hadn't worn off yet, and she is still persistingly asking stupid questions.

However, my simple text message rang loud and clear (if you are sharp enough):

'PEOPLE OF ID CLASS 04-01, ZAI IS ASKING US TO HAND UP OUR HAMMERS ON TUESDAY INSTEAD OF MONDAY. AS THIS MESSAGE COMES FROM ME, YOUR CLASS REP, YOU CAN REST ASSURED THIS MESSAGE IS ABSOLUTELY GENUINE. WE'VE ALL GOT WORK TO DO, SO PLEASE DO NOT ASK ME ANY SUPID QUESTIONS, AND LEAVE ME ALONE, BECAUSE I AM NOT WILLING TO WASTE MY FREE TEXT MESSAGES ON PERSISTINGLY BLUR PEOPLE WHO ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS (E.G CHEW SIEW), OH AND IF YOU WISH TO CONTACT ME, CALL MY HOME, NOT MY HANDPHONE.

Talk about trying to say everything in one simple message. Man, I'm drained already thinking about it over again.

Cheers,

Crawldaddy