First he was sneezing like mad, and slowly ..what lies between him and me... was....
Did you just see the pile in red? I swore it was full of his mucus... because each time he sneezed i could almost hear him wiping off the viscousness from his nose...YUCKS!
I hope whoever is reading this blog now, and happen to know this man, please get him to bring his little trash bin.... just don't spread the influenza killers around the adm library.
The business times stealer wasnt around when i came. I had to wait for my external reinforcements for lunch. Today my reinforcement decided that i was NOT to name even her initials because of the story that is to come....So right now as i'm writing, i've decided to call her Ms Reinforcement.
Ms reinforcement was nice to drive and pick the goat up for a hot meal in the new cant 3. After looming around the vicinity facing hall 16, she skilfully parked her car along the lane. Both of us conveniently went to the canteen and enjoyed like more than 45min of eat-cum-crap session.
Only minutes after we walked out of the canteen, towards the vehicle, both of us realised that we just had one of the most expensive NTU meal ever in our student life.
Now, since when did this post appear beside our vehicle?
Ms reinforcement's vehicle was clamped, courtesy of the campus security of NTU.
The cost to unclamp was to be 30bucks. As i stood brain frozen under the cool cloudy sky, reality still havent sink into my head, my reinforcement's mood went nasty. Frankly, it was like one of the few moments i ever saw her gonna burst and erupt.
And so i did the next natural thing, to read the contents pasted on the windscreen.
Ms reinforcement ordered me to contact the campus security. In that split second i was quite taken aback. Could sense something really cooking beneath her skull.... scary...
I felt obliged to put the conversation between me, mr campus security, and ms reinforcement, just to illustrate the steaming sensation coming from ms reinforcement
Goat : Erh hellow, this is campus security rite?
cs : yesh this is
Goat : I'm calling with regards to vehicle number XX 1XXXB, would like you to come over and unclamp the.....
Ms R {retorts}: Just ask them to come. We will pay them. Here.
Goat {trying hard to interpret and make sense}: ....erh ok, is it ok that you come here and we pay you the 30 bucks? Erm, since you all have to come over anyway rite?
cs: sorry sir, you have to come over and...
( At this point,Ms R already wanted to intercept; she seemingly knew what cs was gonna say, she went on and groan and moan until i couldnt really hear what cs was saying)
cs {continued}: ...payment by nets or cash card. We cannot accept cash.
Goat {rather speechless as Ms R stared at him awaiting for a solution} : ok oh well guess we have to come over....
What happened next was a spate of hurlings and abuses from Ms R, saying that these people are dumb, inflexible , cant make do with situations. It went on and on, from alongside NIE outskirts then towards the zebra crossing linking to canteen A. Then a few more series of curses at the campus security, then the lift at B4 beside the ceramics lab.
In all i wished both of us never had lunch in canteen 3 in the first place. Initially i suggested that place because i thought of the zhi char food there.
Ironically both me and Ms R only ate mixed veg rice. What a joke.... -_-"
Now, i stood in front of campus security in awe... I bet most of you reading this have no idea where it was. We both never knew, but we had the aid of the clamping white paper remember?
So we went in, in small beats of perspiration. Thank goodness, Ms R "desteamed" somehow after a small trek to where we were then.
But Ms R did not hold back on her emotions. She straight away confront the aunties and uncles don in uniform that we could have saved all the trouble walking and wait there INSTEAD OF HAVING TO WALK OVER. I folded my arms in silence watching the way Ms R talking out loud as she made payments. An amusing scene of a petite lady displaying her might in foreign ground. Power!!!!!!!!
After handing 15 bucks to Ms R, both of us were offered a ride on campus security's exclusive mitsubitshi lancer hatch back 1. 5L manual car back to where all shit started.
I was glad they made the offer, if not i swear Ms R would burn the whole campus security down. Thank God.
Along adm library. I could have been mugging in there much earlier if not for the surprise visit from campus security
Making a turn towards where it all happened....
And finally, the crime scene....
The driver uncle started telling us about their reluctance to clamp vehicles in the first place, and that clamping had to be done because some dean complained about abuse of parking space from students.
Here's how the driver uncle looked like.
I swear this was the closest i was to a campus security vehicle. Ever. In my whole 4 years in uni.
I had never been placed in the back seat of a police car, but somehow, in one way or another, i think i had that feeling when i was seated in the security vehicle.
And the unclamping process begins... Featuring unclamping auntie and her marvels!
Alas, the whole NTU excursion was over. Ms R by then was simply glad that this whole uncalled-for trip ended. Quickly, i hopped onto Ms R's vehicle. Saying my haste bye-byes to the uncle and auntie who went down to unclamp the wheel.
I peered through the rear mirror and saw unclamping auntie taking the clamping mechanism which she removed from the wheel earlier, moving towards this illegally parked dark blue lancer that escaped the first visit of campus security.
If you happen to be the driver of a dark blue lancer who found your wheel clamped around 325pm in front of hall 16, NTU on 24th April 2007, i just wanna say sorry for bringing the clamps onto you... Opps!
I went back to adm library, wanting badly to share my 1hr-plus misadventures.
Today was a surprise. I went there and saw the following
What had happened to the man?
On closer inspection :
HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!
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