Tired... Weary... Abit sick of life... (Part2)
So i continue...
After that incident with my best buddy in sec sch, a greater impact came shortly after...
It was my 16th birthday.
It started after my Chinese O-level paper in early June, I decided to get a temp job during the June holidays.
I wasn't in desperate need for money. But all i wanted to do was to give my classmates a treat to the KTV on my upcoming birthday.
So I'd slogged working everydqy at the 'Cold Storage' supermarket previously located at Tiong Bahru Plaza. Cutting veggies and serving aunties with their groceries. I must say, i pick up alot abt selecting veggies and how to prepare great meals from the housewife aunties I'd spoke to.
School reopened, and my birthday came.
Back then, the KTV craze had hit everyone.
And so, I invited the class to my birthday party at one of the Chinatown's KTV clubs.
Everyone was kinda doubtful... "Need to pay money anot? I broke now leh..."
"Not a cent, all on me! It's my birthday la, just come show face and have fun..."
So I reserved a large ktv for my class of 30, a medium room for 20 of my ex-lower sec classmates who'd change path due to their humanities selection, and another medium room for 12 (mainly my ex-gf and her classmates who i knew too.)
It cost me a total of $500+ altogether. But I didn't mind. Nor did it bite me. As long as everyone was happy.
(Come to think about it... A 16 year old student earning $500 in one month, i couldn't believe I could do that)
On my birthday day
Saturday, it was from 2-8pm. Everyone turned up. I was like some bridegroom of some wedding. Ushering my frens to their rooms and making sure everyone was comfortable and enjoying themselves. Everyone couldn't believe I was serious, except my ex-gf. She came to visit me at work and she had supported me in the planning of everything. Eventually, everyone enjoyed themselves... being andy lau-s and jacky cheung-s. The girls were singing the 'duck' song by Tracy Su again and again.
Then suddenly, my ex-gf remembered sumthing...
"Dear, what about the b'day cake?"
"Oh shit, I checked everything 'cept the cake..."
Drats, I started to panic. I started to count my money. I don't have enough for a cake for 60 pax. Arrghhhh....
I went to the cake shop at redhill to collect the cake while my frens continued singing back in the KTV.
The auntie told me, the cake cost $50++. But since I'm a student, she'll just charge me $50 nett.
Ok... Now I'm short by $50. I tried thinking of solutions as I ran back to the KTV.
Perspiring, I asked the boss... "Lao Ban, can give discount anot? I got such a big crowd and i'm kinda short here"
"Boy, I already given you the cheapest liao... i saw that it was your birthday, and I gave u my best rooms, and i threw in so many free drinks... If I'd opened for business, i could have earn more than that leh..."
"Ohh.... Ok Thanks. I'll try to think of sumthing..."
I went back to the room (where my ex-gf and her classmates were)
I told my ex-gf the situation...
She and her classmates were all shocked.
"Oh no, how sia... Let's see whether we can come up with the $50 anot", said one guy.
We gathered our resources, and counted. Only $20+, where got enough?
Then my ex-gf thought, why dun you get ur classmates to chip in $1 or $2 each?
That way, with 40 classmates, we shld be able to get the outstanding amount...
Not too bad an idea...
So I went to my classmates' ktv room, knocked gently, opened the door slightly and asked...
"Guys, so sorry... I know I had promised to give u guys a treat...
But sumthing cropped up. So I am a lil short on cash. Would it be alright if I could get each of u guys to chip in $1 each for the cake?
So sorry... Didn't mean to make u guys spend a cent at all..."
My classmates were a lil shocked, but they smiled and said... " No worries dude... Small fry... Not a prob at all"
"Gee... Thanks, I'll come at the end of the day. You guys continue to enjoy yourselves!"
At about 7pm, my ex-gf suggested that it was time we cut the cake.
So we gathered in the largest room to cut and eat the cake.
Everyone laughed and teased me on what i had wished for...
After the cake, everyone went back to their rooms for the final rounds of our inter-rooms KTV challenge.
At abt 7:50pm, my ex-gf suggested that I shld start collecting the $$$ so that we could foot the bill before everyone starts leaving.
Good idea, I went to their rooms, but seeing that they were still busy singing, i told myself to come back in 5 mins time.
After which, I came back again... the music was still playing away and i didn't know how to make an un-rude entrance so I told myself another 5 mins.
It was exactly 8, and i could wait no longer. I returned to their rooms to find everyone gone. With no farewells, no money contributions and the music playing at its loudest. I was disappointed. My own classmates and ex-classmates, played me out... Least they could do, were to tell me that they came empty pockets and couldn't contribute anything...
There was no other solutions but to call my treacherous mother down for help. I hated that.
She would nagged me infront of my gf and frens and disgrace me...
But I didn't have a choice.
She did come down and settled everything. And yes, she gave me a lecturing along down Chinatown Road.
That was not the end...
I went back to school on Monday.
As I walked by the corridor outside my classroom, everyone were gossiping and pointing at me...
One Ah Beng went, "See that goon duu.... Treat pple birthday party, no money pay KTV & cake ah... hahahaha"
Another replied lor... "Ya lor, Bastard lor... Still expect me to pay ah... Puiii..."
Another added... "Act seh only lah... Wanna act rich wad... "
I was speechless, i didn't know what to say.
I'd know a guy shouldn't cry, especially in public.
But the tears just overflowed from my eyes.
So, I just went to my desk, rest my head on the desk, and wept quietly...
My best friend sitting behind me, tried to come over and offered a tissue.
The Ah Beng walked over and brushed him off...
"Dun attend to pussys la...."
Haizz... typing all these just brings back the memories and the moments....
Perhaps this explains why I hate clicking with big groups of people.
I find it hard to trust pple that easily anymore.
Maybe you'll understand why I'm usually so quiet...
[To be continued...]
