I decided to blog twice today, because I haven’t blogged for the past few days.
When I was young, about P3 I used to play badminton every Saturday with my parents at iHub, which is at Jurong Town Hall. It’s actually an office building but it has a badminton hall in it and one of my dad’s friend worked there so he booked the courts every weekend so we played there every Saturday. The only reason why we don’t play there now is because somewhere later down the years there was a terrible termite infestation and the termites practically ate the whole hall up. Chunks of broken wood everywhere, the place was untouchable so the whole hall had to be closed down.
I was the only kid there, until one day my a new member came in and they had a child too. Her name is Qiu Biqing ( That’s the 2009 PSLE National top scorer, I’m not lying. I don’t know if it’s an honour or otherwise to be friends with the PSLE national top scorer, though. ) and ever since then we became friends and we played games while the adults played badminton. We had a fun time exploring the office building, and the place to us was very foreign and we once believed it to be haunted.
One day I came up with a genuine idea : Snoop into the office and explore.
As P3 and P4 kids back then, we really didn’t have any idea of what was called intrusion. So yeah we took our badminton rackets along to whack the ‘enemies’ in our way just in case we were spotted. And yes, badminton rackets are very powerful weapons, I’m just saying.
So out we went of the badminton hall, and snooped to the nearest office door. I peeked up. No one there.
All clear! You know how the commandos in shooting games command their squad to move forward. I was the commando, Biqing was my squadmate.
Squeeeeeeak. I pried the door open. No security guard came up to arrest me, no sign of movement, no sign of suspicion at all. I motioned to Biqing, and we forwarded into the office. It was cool, cold air-conditioning blowing into our faces, and I enjoyed every single bit of that.
Down the corridor, and left turn, we found ourselves standing beyond a long row of cubicles, some unoccupied, some with shuffling sounds inside, presumably humans inside. If not what, aliens meh.
Shhhh, 有些里面有人,要小心一点。 I whispered.
Bad mistake bro.
I don’t know whether I whispered too loud, or the person has supersonic hearing.
Who’s there? Someone called out.
OH MY F*** if I could scream that then, I would. But I didn’t.
But having some mutual common sense inside both our heads, we instantly knew what to do.
RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!!!!!!
And we fled. We ran, and ran, and ran. Until finally we slammed the office door shut and ran back into the badminton hall. We peeked outside, no one was following us.
Thank Jesus, thank Mary, thank God. THANK HEAVENS WE WEREN’T FOUND OUT.
After that, we didn’t exactly feel like snooping into the office again. We played better games, like role-playing and all that. You know what P3-P4 kids like to do, don’t you.
That was my first and my last time being a snoop. Now I know how detectives live. Their lives are full of fun, shock, but most importantly, suspense.