04.06.2002 ~ 8:49 pm
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i'm going to the signing for Gone by Helena Echlin, despite the fact that i have no idea where and when exactly it is.
it's a autobiography disguised as fiction and it features my english teacher as some wierdo who goes out with the protagonist's brother and drags her to camden to buy doc martins. this is all according to my english teacher, of course, who had to bribe some mutual friends in order to read the manuscript.
it feels as if i'm betraying miss english by benefitting her secondary school arch-enemy. and i can buy it on amazon �2 cheaper anyway. but denni said to buy her, so i'm going.
basically i thought she was going so i phoned her today to ask where it is, but it turns out that she cant go and i'm free so i might as well. plus the area is full of shops.
the phone conversation was wierd enough. i had never called her before, so i had no idea what to expect:
*ring ring ring*
*click* "hello?"
"hi, can i speak to denni please?"
"no."
[okay. completely unexpected. that must have broken every rule in telephone etiquette. but it was too funny - i was expecting something to follow the 'no', like 'you can't', but it didnt come. upon realisation that it must have been denni's lil bro, i practically laughed in his earpiece/reciever, whatever, but i'm civil. so, giddily, i asked:]
"do i phone her back or she calls me or what?"
[in hindsight: yeah, very civil, lok]
"no"
[and i'm sure the boy school admitted him for his grasp of english. while contemplating the options of either using the imperative: "go get your sister now, you rude brat!" or actually laughing into the reciever, denni picked up:]
"hello?"
"hi, its me"
[obviously having too much fun, i realised that talking on the telephone usually involves recognision of both parties]
"right. yeah, its me, lok."
[note to self: realise that the term 'me' applies to everyone, you egotist.]
"oh, i wasn't expecting you"
it pretty much gets boring from now on. i explain that, yeah, i've never called her before, so its understandable that she has no idea who i am and she tells me that that was her brother, she's got friends round and she is 'da gun pai' - playing cards, majong, that sort of thing. so i hung up after some pleasantries. i must phone her house more.
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