And the words.
As dictated by Faranza Syns
Place: Ground floor corridor.
Time: Approx 2 minutes before recess ends.
Culprit: Dharrnesha I.R.
Crime: Singing a (accidentally, blatantly, crudely) sexual version of Don't Trust Me by 3OH!3
The scene:
It was loud, and it was the best time to sing under your breath and not be detected. Unless, of course, the person closest to you is yours truly. And so, our dear Dharrnesha was singing, and singing, and yours truly sang along.
And on and on we went, repeating the same old, boringly intertaining verse, until our dear, dear, seemingly artless Vice Secretary of the Prefectorial Board slipped, and sang the most crude song yours truly has ever heard.
(Besides the really crude rendition of I'mYours by Jason Mraz that had been marvelously thought through -- with very, very deep consideration-- by me and W. Ee Laine.)
To say the very least, yours truly was shocked. Before she began laughing her arse off, staggering away from the culprit who did not seem to have realised how her song had turned out.
A moment of silence, if you please.
Then,
Yours truly was without a doubt not guilty. What was she supposed to do when she heard something like that? Smile indulgently and pat someone's head?
Methinks not.
*Winks*
Place: The pathway towards the Skylite.
Time: Approx a few minutes after 7.50 a.m.
Culprit: W. Ee Laine
Crime: Using the term 'sumbang mahram' (good god.)
For you tweenies out there who don't understand what the word means, let me enlighten you. Sumbang mahram is incest. Now, if you feel like keeping your youthful sensibilities intact, kindly do not search for the meaning of incest.
If you feel like you can't get rid of your ignorance soon enough, then be my guest. But don't say I didn't warn you.
And so, there we were, me, Laine and Cat, doing Gates duty. Apparently, we had to leave Marc's probate and Laine's probate at the gate because suddenly Pn. Normah wanted to see the form fives. Something about extra classes. But that's irrelevant, no?
Thusly, we went back to our gates duty, since the talk was short, brief, sweet, and we had approximately 10 minutes of gates duty left.
The division of strata was clear as we stood around chatting. The two probates were chatting with each other, whilst the prefects were having their own more mature (ahem) discourse a few metres away. Yes, notice the distance? Note again, a few metres.
Then, I heard the one male probate, A, talking to the other female probate A2 (since their names both start with A, after all). Their loud voices carried over to where us prefects stood, so I stared at them and shook my head wryly. "Look, now they're flirting."
Which was slightly untrue, since they were just talking after all.
And Laine dared to scold me for that. Alas, karma's one funny retard.
As our duty was about to end, we moved to the gazebo (please do not pronounce it as ga-zay-bo). Since prefects with gates duty were supposed to clean the Prefect Room (PR) on Tuesdays and Thursdays, us prefects decided todump entrust the duty to the probates. They need the training, after all. So, we got the key from Xin Yi, and gave the key to A, and A2.
We gave them strict instructions ("no hanky-panky, now.") and walked back to the Skylite.
And out of nowhere:
Cue: double-take. Did Laine just say that?
We are incorrigible. Please don't remind us.
Let's keep these memories.
They tend to grow old, but never out of fashion.
Time: Approx 2 minutes before recess ends.
Culprit: Dharrnesha I.R.
Crime: Singing a (accidentally, blatantly, crudely) sexual version of Don't Trust Me by 3OH!3
The scene:
It was loud, and it was the best time to sing under your breath and not be detected. Unless, of course, the person closest to you is yours truly. And so, our dear Dharrnesha was singing, and singing, and yours truly sang along.
"I said shush, girl,
Shut your lips,
Do the Helen Keller,
and talk with your hips."
Shut your lips,
Do the Helen Keller,
and talk with your hips."
And on and on we went, repeating the same old, boringly intertaining verse, until our dear, dear, seemingly artless Vice Secretary of the Prefectorial Board slipped, and sang the most crude song yours truly has ever heard.
(Besides the really crude rendition of I'mYours by Jason Mraz that had been marvelously thought through -- with very, very deep consideration-- by me and W. Ee Laine.)
"I said shush, girl,
Shut your lips,
Do the Helen Keller,
And suck with your hips."
Shut your lips,
Do the Helen Keller,
And suck with your hips."
To say the very least, yours truly was shocked. Before she began laughing her arse off, staggering away from the culprit who did not seem to have realised how her song had turned out.
D: What? What?
Me: No... *giggles* nothing.
D: WHAT?
Me:... You said "suck with you hips."
A moment of silence, if you please.
Then,
D: EWWW! FARHANA!
Me: Warrgh, it's not my fault! You sang it! *runs up a few steps on the stairs, then turns around*
D: OH. MY. GOD. FARHANA!
Yours truly was without a doubt not guilty. What was she supposed to do when she heard something like that? Smile indulgently and pat someone's head?
Methinks not.
*Winks*
______________________________________
Place: The pathway towards the Skylite.
Time: Approx a few minutes after 7.50 a.m.
Culprit: W. Ee Laine
Crime: Using the term 'sumbang mahram' (good god.)
For you tweenies out there who don't understand what the word means, let me enlighten you. Sumbang mahram is incest. Now, if you feel like keeping your youthful sensibilities intact, kindly do not search for the meaning of incest.
If you feel like you can't get rid of your ignorance soon enough, then be my guest. But don't say I didn't warn you.
And so, there we were, me, Laine and Cat, doing Gates duty. Apparently, we had to leave Marc's probate and Laine's probate at the gate because suddenly Pn. Normah wanted to see the form fives. Something about extra classes. But that's irrelevant, no?
Thusly, we went back to our gates duty, since the talk was short, brief, sweet, and we had approximately 10 minutes of gates duty left.
The division of strata was clear as we stood around chatting. The two probates were chatting with each other, whilst the prefects were having their own more mature (ahem) discourse a few metres away. Yes, notice the distance? Note again, a few metres.
Then, I heard the one male probate, A, talking to the other female probate A2 (since their names both start with A, after all). Their loud voices carried over to where us prefects stood, so I stared at them and shook my head wryly. "Look, now they're flirting."
Which was slightly untrue, since they were just talking after all.
And Laine dared to scold me for that. Alas, karma's one funny retard.
As our duty was about to end, we moved to the gazebo (please do not pronounce it as ga-zay-bo). Since prefects with gates duty were supposed to clean the Prefect Room (PR) on Tuesdays and Thursdays, us prefects decided to
We gave them strict instructions ("no hanky-panky, now.") and walked back to the Skylite.
And out of nowhere:
Laine: Hopefully they won't be caught for sumbang mahram.
Cue: double-take. Did Laine just say that?
Me: Oii!
Laine: *LAUGHS* What I meant was hopefully they don't get caught berdua-duaan.
Me: Geeez!
Laine: Last time, Yee Jin and Thiban and B, and C, (who are girls) were cleaning up some room or other. Then, out of nowhere, Pn Zanariah came and said, "Eh, apa kamu buat ni, berempat-empatan?
Me & Cat: Hahaha.
Cat: Berenam-enaman.
Me: Or worse, berpuluh-puluhan.
Laine: La, that's something else!
Me: An orgy?
Laine: A class!
We are incorrigible. Please don't remind us.
Let's keep these memories.
They tend to grow old, but never out of fashion.
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