This month, i'm helping out back at AJ. Together with 2 J2 StAJeworks members, I'm mentoring cougar house's representative for the inter-house drama competition on 22Feb.
There's this RI boy in my group who has a classic case of the Lamer's syndrome. I haven't seen a case as serious as this outside of the lame ol' RGS family. Let me tell you some of his lame cracks. You will want to kill somebody.

The guy who typed the script did it with many typos. "Surgery" became "Suregery". R.I.Lamer said, "It's a typo? I thought it was supposed to a a play on words! Like SURE-gery." We all killed him.

The girl who plays the nurse has this line where she says, "I am a Nurse. Can I help you?" R.I.Lamer suggested that she pronounce "a" as "ay". The line would go like this: " I am ay Nurse. Can I help you?" Ay nurse= anus. Get it? We killed him again.

R.I.Lamer plays a dentist who has to pull out some other guy's rotten tooth. He is supposed to examines the tooth and pronounce it rotten. He informed us today that he had a brilliant idea for a new line which goes like this, " I can see the tooth! It's so rotten it's blue. It's a bluetooth!" We didn't allow him to use the line. And killed him again.

Is lameness a contagious disease that originated from the founder of the Raffles Schools? Or did he get it from his happy, gay buddy Mr W. F***quar? This might be a significant historical discovery.

Other than being Lame, RI boy is also weird in other ways. He is allergic to bright lights which worries me because firstly, I might be befriending a vampire and secondly, how is he going to act on stage with all the fiendishly bright stagelights?
Earlier, I took RI boy aside to a sunny spot to help him with his lines while the other mentors worked with the other actors. So it was just the two of us. While he was saying his lines, the sun came out from behind the clouds and he went, " ah! ah! so bright! my eyes are tearing!" Made me a little uneasy. Like I was all alone with a real vampire. No choice but to move to a shady spot. Then, after we had finished working on his lines and were sitting around waiting for the others to call us back to the room, RI boy suddenly asked,
"Do you have my handphone number?"
(my heart was bob-bob-bob-bob. i was wondering if the innnocent little kid was actually a freaky, weird psychopath)
I said, "No. Why?"
He said,"Oh, that's ok then, cos my mother confiscated my phone"
(wah... I phhheeeeeeww. luckily not a psycho)
And the conversation proceeded to more familiar and comfortable grounds.
"Why did she do that?"
"My mother is Anti-ME"
"Oh really. How interesting"

Kids nowadays, some of them are really strange, you know. Funny and rather interesting. But Strange. Very strange.

Then again, who am I to criticise? Anyone who remembers how I went around guzzling ketchup and terrorising children would know that I have no right to call most other people "weird".