Ayob's way of saying things...II

Hmm.

I'm starting to believe that my lecturer, Ayob, is starting to get very irritated by yours truly. It's no small coincidence that I bugged him yesterday over details regarding today's "lesson"... which turned out to be another run-of-the-mill, help-ayob-do-this-do-that.

In other words, we didn't have a lesson at all.

I was in NYP early this morning, and since i didn't have Ayob's usual V.I., which is thankfully, OVER, I helped Alvin with his own V.I., with which he had to kip over to my place the previous night just to make sure he didn't screw it up.

His project involves joining a square blue foam base to a PVC pipe, and then using wall putty to create a sort of concave bevel to allow the surface of the pipe to gradually curve and meet the foam base. Oh, and just in case you were wondering what this is all about, it's actually a model of his vase. Which then has to be subsequently moulded out, and slip-casted into ceramics.

While not exactly a very easy task to complete, Alvin did his very best considering his limited capabilities regarding wall putty, and also because of his fractured pinky that disallows him to wet the pinky. In the end, when Alvin departed from my place last night, he had managed to sand the wall putty down to a decent-looking concave bevel. We also managed to record two songs, 'Dark As A Dungeon' and 'To You'. Yeah!

This morning, i had just approached Block R, when i suddenly spotted Zelda! The thought which first entered my mind was:

'SHIT!!!'.

Apart from being very irritating due to her incessant ability to talk without thinking, she is also very disturbing just to sit next to. Poor Alvin... the bugger had to endure her presence for twenty minutes before I turned up and disengaged him from the awkward silence between him and Zelda especially since his MP3 player was sent to be replaced. That means he was deprived of his usual cocktail of country, bluegrass and gospel standards.

Back to what I originally started talking abou,t the workshop was closed, and in the end, Hee Kiah (another lecturer) turned up and told us that if we (by now most of Alvin's class had turned up for their lesson, including some seniors) wanted to workshop to be opened, someone had to go and get the keys from Ayob, who was situated at the other end of the poly for some reason or another.

Yesterday, I had bothered Ayob regarding today's lesson twice, and I suppose he thought I was some kind of pest (I don't blame him), and then at 9:30 sharp, I turned up with Alvin to retrieve the workshop keys from him. Needless to say, he was rather disturbed to see my face so early in the morning:

Ayob: 'Again!?'

He was referring to me turning up and disturbing him, but who can blame me when i ask him a question like:

'Ayob, we are having you lesson tomorrow right? what are we going to do? (hopefully not manual labour, which is the natural result)'

Then his trademark, often-repeated answer:

'Don't worry about it'


Gosh. That adds to the various idiosyncrasies that have been accumulated over the past two semesters including:

'Tio boh?'
'Buay Sai!'
'Hehlloww!!????'

Yeah.. Ayob's way of saying things really make our day.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy