Ohroight. Looks like I already posted for yesterday, but I didn't the previous post was for the day before but I posted at 12. So...

Yesterday was really tiring for all who participated in Victoria's open house as Shit Work warriors, except maybe UG I think, right, Bing Yu? Wth lah go home so early, when the Media Clubbers just finish (that's us) he's already at home. After the whole thing I felt like I just played 2 hours worth of ground floor catching in school and then had a soccer match lasting an hour. My legs cramped up lah.

I think our booth was particularly busy especially when cleaning up because Mr. Zabid smartly let the sec 2s do claywork in the learning studios, which are supposed to be spic and span. and the tables are not like ordinary tables, they're fancy mancy tables specially selected for the learning studios for utmost flexibility to conduct innovative lessons such as to spark interest in students! Mouthful! We spent a hell lot of time cleaning up later.

Did I mention how much I hate talking to people? Thank goodness the seniors were there to help. I'm very grateful they were there, if not I'd die talking to a bunch of *nevermind*. Screwed up a couple of times. Mr. Wen Han was being so helpful and ignoring the parents completely, I had to address the whole lot myself at the start before the seniors came. Shit so embarrassing. I talk halfway then my mind went blank. "Ah, uhm. Yeah." Was all that came out. I hate talking to people.

Oh and then the really eventful day a few days back. *flashback time* *reality fades away wavily...*

The day before the open house, a tonna meetings cluttered up in the morning, so after that Azmi, Quinn and Myself decided, heck, we should just stay back and work on the zines. I was asked to help Mr. Zabid with the open house preperations with the afternoon so it waiting in the Media Lab while doing work *cough* seemed pretty productive. He said the night before that, "I will be there in the afternoon lah, after my Friday prayers ah..." And true to his word, he turned up at 5pm in the afternoon. Azmi and Quinn were FORCED to join me in my plight(yay).

After a great load of moving things from the 6th floor down to the learning studio, Mr. Zabid gave us the laydown of what else was left to be done before promising us dinner, and then changing his mind and leaving to pick up his son and going home. I was assigned the job of printing the five A4 sized pieces of paper long, non-existant banner. Azmi and Quinn was assigned to pin up photographs and graphics on a large green display board in a artistic and aesthetic fashion. The banner goes above all the pictures and graphics.

We slogged late into the night.

I was alone in the Media lab. Twilight came, and I was "done" with the banner and brought along some files I might need for presentation in a large bulkey *now in advertiser's voice* 320GB hardisk that belongs soley to the Art Elective Programme! * end advertiser's voice* And hurried myself down to the Learning Studio, through the now dimly lit stairwells of school. Well only for one level, then I decided that no one's gonna blame me for taking the well-lit lift which is not so scarey.

Down in the Learning Studio Azmi and Quinn were already done with the board. All that was left was for me to print the banner and pin it up. Yeah easier said than done. I made some errors in the design and it's freaking tedius to edit, it spans over five A4 sized sheets of paper. I took my time with the editing on the macs in the learning studio while Quinn and Azmi were nice enough to stay and wait for me though not nice enough to help me and give constructive comments.

They sat there and talked cock a bit, and the conversation topic slowly drifted toward the paranormal and stuff, then somehow I joined the conversation saying that I have a candle on the bay of my balcony, a table without chairs also sitting in the balcony, a double bed, and one unused table in my room. Both of them were a little surprised of how much "thing" inviting things I have in my room, and I got a tiny bit more freaked out than I already was.

Like most conversations, ours had occasional pauses in it, like a mass "take-a-deep-breath" moment. One particularly long one made me notice something. There was a Di Zi playing in the background since after lunch when we were there (A di zi is a chinese flute thing. Inaccurate, please don't flame.)now, or then, which was 7 going 8 in the evening. I brought it up to the two and they thought it was weird too, but then had no explanation for it, it was a lone Di Zi playing. Quinn called up Emercius, IC for the Di Zi Tuan and asked if there was any practise this hour, he said no. As soon as he put down the phone, the Di Zi stopped playing. A moment later the lights flickered mildly, I didn't see, I was freaked out then I closed my eyes and hid in a vacant box, which doesn't make much sense unless you're me.

Azmi joined me in the not so spacious box, and the Di Zi started playing again. We all decided it was time to leave the studio and get home quick, so I didn't print the banner, and instead left it to be printed on the day itself. Our belongings and barang barang were all on the sixth floor, while rushing up, Quinn got left behind on the way to the lift. We looked back and saw a silhouette of him slowly disappearing in the darkness, and that was the last we saw of him. Lol joking.

We went up to the lab, but to our dismay, it was locked! I suddenly had superhuman strength and managed to push open both doors. We grabbed our stuff and left the building hastily. I remember my hands shaking and the keys jingling while I was trying to lock up the lab.

*reality starts to fade back in in waves...*

And that was what happened on Saturday. WARNING, READ THE LONG WORDY FAILED ESSAY BEFORE YOU READ ON HERE FOR MAXIMUM ENTERTAINMENT. Unless you like to laugh at my flaws and my trip-ups. Yeah.

On open house day we told Bing Yu about this via Skype after a DotA match and apparently he knew about the ghostly, lone Di Zi. Yeah it was just some PRC from the hostel who likes to go down to the pond to play at unearthly hours. According to Bing Yu he used to play on the stage over the pond, so when you look in the direction of the Di Zi from the canteen or anywhere but the field, all you see is a bunch of trees which is totally creepy. Yeah. Go ahead. Laugh at the guy who almost wet himself listening to a guy play his Di Zi.

Ugh, more Victoriana tomorrow.