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Tuesday, November 08, 2005
I'm Cursed
I'm currently in a bad mood. English papers are tomorrow. Bio the next day after tomorrow.
People in my school silently admits that it's an unspoken rule that if you say a paper is easy, you'll do badly.
I said EM was easy because I hate lying like those bitches who go, "I dunno leh. I scared I got careless mistakes." Yeah, fuck you.
Fuck those stupid bitches who leave the examination hall shaking their head as if they're gonna do badly but end up getting A1s.
Fuck those stupid bitches who meet a few tough questions and say they "sure die" for that paper and end up getting a distinction.
Fuck those stupid bitches who go "Wahhhh......" when I say the paper's pretty easy and I have a chance of getting an A1.
Fuck those stupid bitches who bother asking others how they felt about the paper, when all they're gonna get is "Err...okkkaaayyy lah." if the paper's easy or "Sure die one." if they cannot do 1-3 questions. What do these stupid bitches expect? Honest answers? My foot. Even they don't give honest answers to others.
But it sucks to be honest. Because it's true that you're cursed once you say a paper is easy. You can only think that it's easy about it deep down, but tell the whole world that the paper was oh-so-fucking hard!
Now I'm cursed. Because some stupid bitches asked me how the paper was.
I've got calls asking if this is Tan Tock Seng Hospital, Marymount Convent school, Dunno-What Postoffice.
Caller: Hello? Me: Yes? Caller: Who is this? Me: Who am I? This is me. Caller: Huh?
Me: Yea. Caller: Where's this place? Me: This is my house.
Caller: You wait ah wait ah...*passes phone to her husband or something*
Caller's husband or something: Hello? Me: Hello? CHOS: Where's this place? Me: (ugh) This is my house. Residential area lah. CHOS: Oh...oh... Me: Yea baby. CHOS: Is this a phone or handphone ah? Me: (what shit? You dunno what you're calling?) This is- CHOS: Is this Hotel 81? Me: (fuck?) No. This is my house, you know? House? CHOS: Is this Singapore or err- Me: Yes, this is Singapore. CHOS: Oh...oh...I think we called the wrong number ah... Me: (yah, duh.) CHOS: Because I got my friend's phone card ah. And he dialled this number: 6xxxxxxx72 Me: Ok. CHOS: Is that your number? Me: No. You dial the first 8 numbers and it'll direct you to my house even before you finish dialling your 72. (I lied here. I didn't bother finishing off my sentence because I know they're really distracted people.) CHOS: Oh...oh...I think we called the wrong number ah. Sorry ah.
They were a blur couple and were apparently not listening to me because I had to repeat my lines so many times. I bet those two wouldn't register it in even if I said something like, "Not Hotel 81. But how much are you willing to pay me?" Well, for one, he didn't realise when I said "Yea baby". I knew he wouldn't.
I was so touched that I teared. The only slightly upsetting thing was that Kenny wasn't there to tag and chat. I didn't want Kenny to do up such a theme for me actually.
Nonetheless, I appreciate it. Very much. My dearest Kenny Sia, how I lub you so. My crimson shards will still twitch to every beat of your heart. (haha...ack...)
Sheep without the shit.
Oh look! The hover colour is my MSN font colour!
One more thing. I'm so sorry for being a pest, Kenny.
Among the 3 girls, Xiaxue, Ericka, and me, who would you choose? You must give me an answer that makes me happy but you cannot say is me since I know it will be a lie. And why you take so many pics of her.
And he answered:
addict, I'll choose Nicole. ;)
Oh Kenny, you took my heart and hammered it. Now my fragile heart is reduced to nothing but shattered pieces.
The sting, oh! The pain, oh!
How I wish that you could pick the pieces up and string them together with your love. The excruciating grief overwhelms me and numbs my body. The crimson shards of intense emotions and longing I have for you now lie helplessly on the ground, twitching in rhythm to every beat of your heart.
When I was in Primary 4, my form teacher got married and went on a honeymoon in Venice. Before she left, she gave us brief information on Venice and told us that it's romantic blah blah blah. We girls would be silently going, "Sooo romantic...I want go with my Prince Charming also......"
She said that Venice is a nice place to go to, and a trip there would prove a refreshing experience since we would be facing water all the time. So us girls again, were silently going, "*gasp* Water! So fun......So nice....Take boat around.....Then got Prince Charming with me.....*sighs in happiness*"
Thus, from then onwards, Venice was ingrained in my head as a romantic and beautiful place. Every time somebody mentioned about Venice, what would appear in my head was the scene of Venice with classy and amazing architechture, surrounded by sparkling water.
Stolen from members.tripod/Rolleen/
That, was until the day Shitty Studies came into my life.
Now every time someone mentions Venice, immediately the words of wisdom pop out.......
"The corrupt government played a major role in Venice's fall. The salaries of the civil servants were suspended and higher taxes......"
Here's part of my conversation with Ignorant Friend over MSN.
Me: My BO's emitting.
IF: Information overload.
Me: What information overload?
IF: About the BO thing.
Me: Hahaha...*smells* Yummy!
IF: UGH. PLEASE I DIDN'T NEED THAT IMAGE.
Me: BO has such a unique smell you know.
IF: Again information overload!
Me: Hahah...Not as if you didn't know that what! I'm sure you smell your own BO as well. And I know you know its unique smell!
IF: Isn't your room air-conditioned?
Me: I never turn on.
IF: You should! Then you won't sweat and smell the pleasant aroma.
Me: I love my BO ok. *Inhales deeply* It gives me a sense of identity.
IF: This just can't get more disturbing.
I bet IF is feeling disturbed because she thinks my BO smells just like hers - fishy smell. Little does she know that mine actually smells like roses because I'm immortal.
