#1: Cruz Teng worked his ass off on Monday.

The minute I got back from Macau, I was frantically finishing the final pages of my notes before actually starting on my assignment due the next day. I spent most of the Monday on the paper and my confidence level dropped a few notches each time I checked the answers. People offered their help, of course. But they were stumped once they saw a sample of the questions:

Write a compound sentence where the first clause contains a finite transitive past perfective verb and the second clause contains an intransitive verb.

#2: Cruz Teng was mistaken to be a Mainland Chinese on Monday.

I almost collapsed from fatigue by the time I reached school at 7pm. At one point, the lecturer rattled off a list of authors and titles, and asked if anyone in the class had read those. No one raised their hands, so he turned to me and said, “Zhiyong, you are from China. I’m sure you’ve read those right?”

I was too startled to say anything, and could only shake my head bemusedly. It was his turn to be surprised, for he had assumed that I wasn’t a local, based on the recital earlier.

I am Singaporean lah. You mean I don’t look or sound like one meh? Can’t be wor.

And by the way, let’s not overgeneralise here. Just because a person from Mainland China has a certain trait, it doesn’t mean the entire population behaves that way. (Necessary disclaimer before any flames are stoked.)

#3: Cruz Teng was mistaken to be hao lian on Monday.

On the way home from school, I received a message from N. My reply was “Oei! Why your phone can’t get through one?” That was after three attempts to tell her personally that I couldn’t possibly play mahjong on a Monday night.

She didn’t get my SMS till the next morning. Apparently she was rather sore about it, and kept complaining to T and J that I was a rude jerk. J, on the other hand was relieved that I wasn’t available.

#4: Cruz Teng stained his jeans on Tuesday. Twice.

It was good to see S and C- gorgeous as ever-, and the pregnant A who was back from Beijing. After a not-so-satisfying dinner in a stuffy Japanese restaurant at Holland Village, we headed for ice cream. It was a store I had boycotted for ages, because they had refused to serve me a single scoop of ice cream in a cone (if I was to consume the item indoors). The same item was available for takeaways though. Anyway, the chocolate fondue we shared wasn’t meant for clumsy people. I left the place with two enormous brown stains on my light blue jeans.

#5: Cruz Teng felt feverish on Wednesday.

Bleah.

#6: Cruz Teng is doing yet another assignment on Thursday.

Due tomorrow! 30% done!

#7: Cruz Teng will attend Perfect Cut 2 Media Conference on Friday.

I can’t imagine myself mouthing this line, “Hi, this is my first attempt at acting calefaring. Please support me.” Muahahha.