The Legends Of Zelda XIII

(Reissued from March 10)

Hmm.

Today was a particularly weird day for myself... I forgot to do my Comm Skills assignment and did it last-minute. After Comm Skills, I managed to do go down to the workshop to help Alvin with his vase model.

So Comm Skills ended at 11:15 or so, and I reached the workshop at block R to find out that Alvin had gone to have his makan without anyone. I gave him a call, and met up with him and had lunch, or rather let him sit opposite me aned watch me eat because he had already finished by the time I had gotten out of the queue.

When we came back to the workshop, we found out that the workshop was kinda like some sort of war-zone... with bits of foam, either in chunky or powder form, strewn over every square inch of the place. Sitting there innocently was Alvin's vase model, which he had desperately tried to patch up in my absence. Did I mention the vase was Alvin's assignment?

Anyhow, besides the various seniors who were busy with their things in the workshop, there were a couple of Alvin's classmates including the infamous Zelda. The thing was that everyone was working on their MDF, a very hard manufactured wood which is a pain to cut, saw, sand or anything which involves contact with the wood.

As I surveyed the progress of the work surrounding the vase model, Zelda continued to hover in the background and kept asking Alvin funny questions. I suggested that Alvin continued to sand the wall putty, and hopefully make the surface more smoother. In the end, I had to make a custom sanding block for Alvin so as to make his job easier, and even then I did most of the sanding (which is true, mate).

After I had sanded the model and blown the dust off it with the air-gun (not the type with which you shoot birds, by the way), I passed it to Alvin so that he could putty it up. Before he applied the wall putty unto the model, he decided he wanted to use an applicator, like a bit of MDF to apply the wall putty. He eventually found one, tried to cut it down with the scroll saw, but encountered some difficulties.

The thing about the scroll saw is that the user requires some background information regarding how the machine works. The blade (as it moves rapidly up-and-down) rests against a roller, which adjusts it's distance from the blade by turning a wing nut and adjusting the distance by manual movement. Alvin couldn't even turn the darn wing nut by hand.

I just took one twist, and off it came (once again, no offense, mate).

As he was applying the wall putty, I noticed that the wall putty had become pretty congealed in some places, and I took it upon myself to mix the wall putty to a homogeneous liquid. I found an unused bit of MDF, and used it to scrape the congealed wall putty off the sides of the container and mix it with the rest of the liquid.

Then Zelda came around and started bugging us and listening to our conversation. Alvin was putty-ing the vase, while i stood there mixing the putty, which gave off a sort of funny smell, and had a viscosity and colour similar to Vanilla ice cream. That's when it all started:

Z: 'Haha! Look! Alvin's applying vanilla ice cream on to his vase! Haha!'

A: '...'

C: 'It's wall putty...'

Z: 'Yah! I... I ... I meant that he was putting wall putty on to the vase mah!'

C: 'But you said it was vanilla ice cream just now'

Z: 'he looks like he is playing with the wall putty'

C: 'he looks like he's playing tennis?' (I was just trying to make this pointless conversation more interesting)

A: 'haha..'

Z: 'No, wall putty!'

C: 'he looks like he is playing with vanilla tennis?'

Z: 'Wall putty!'

A: 'haha..'

Z: 'Hmmph!' (makes hitting motion against our head with a piece of scrap MDF).

A: 'She just doesn't get it'

(Zelda smiles self-indulgently)

C: 'She probably thinks it's a deuce now!'

Both: 'HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!'

Yes.. we're incredibly eevvirrl. I then had AutoCAD after helping Alvin with his vase, it was fun because I finished before everyone else, and just sat there playing the two latest songs Alvin and myself had recorded on Tuesday night.

As usual, their response wasn't exactly fantastic:

'Why so noisy one?'

'What kind of music is this?'

'Is that (my name) singing?'

'Is that Alvin singing?'

'How come so noisy one???'

Indeed, their taste in music is still limited to pointless, love-sick ballads designed to make me want to drown myself due to the boredom and monotony when it comes to their chinese songs.

After AutoCAD, i managed to help Alvin create a mould out of CLAY for his vase... and we exited the workshop at 6:20, tired but decidedly cheerful because Alvin has one little bit of pressure off his back, and I know he'll be treating me to lunch once more because I've been providing invaluable, envy-causing service to him. And that's only the clay.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy