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When history repeats itself, people tend to actually say, "Gosh, history is repeating itself!" They get this overwhelming sense of familiarity thats second only to the phenomenon known as deja-vu. Well, not always. Sometimes I end up LOL-ing first before saying "SHIT!", skipping the "Gosh.." part altogether.
It happened during chem pract. I collected a weird assortment of test tubes that consisted of mini ones too - I thought they were meant for 5 year olds to play with. After conducting those colorful (literally) experiments, I offered to return the test tubes (my partner, for the first time, being a girl). I didn't hold the bundle too tightly for fear of crushing them by accident, hence I held them loosely instead. The next thing I knew was one of the mischievous test tubes breaking loose from my hold, falling down on to the table and, as you guess it - shattered into lots of pieces.
"LOL" That's my instinctive response - yes, I laugh at just about everything. I looked up to my horror - Mr Wee (my chem teacher) took the initiative by not bringing me a piece of cloth, but by handing me the log book that had records of whoever broke this and that. By then "SHIT!" races through my mind, because I realised what could possibly be in store for me - the dreaded CWO. A quick count with my fingers gave me a sigh of relief, simply because I couldn't remember the last time I broke anything in school. I vaguely recalled that this was no different from baseball, i.e. you needed 3 strikes before you're out. Phew.
I smiled sheepishly at the teacher before flipping to the right page, and filled in the columns accordingly.
"Hey, it's you again!" My teacher called out.
No kidding. The previous entry has my name on it. The date read 27/8/07. Oops. Wasn't that during...
Chem SPA had just ended. 4 of my classmates had already broke some test tubes, and they were queueing up to fill in the log book. I had the impulse to laugh at them, which is of course what happened next. I had intended to point and laugh ; in the end I only got to carry out the first half. My hand slapped a beaker into the basin. Everyone had a good laugh immediately - me aside, of course. At least I left a delible mark in the "archives" of the school..
The next time I want a recurring event, I dearly hope that it would be that of me receiving my A level results, mirroring that of when I was collecting my O's. Otherwise, I'll end up typing some nostalgic entry beginning with:
When history repeats itself, people tend to actually say...