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Monday, February 28, 2005

tickle my sides and watch how they quiver...

transferred blog entry. from dieded blog. (dats about you. yep) well and the other one. um. its not really a full entry but the last paragraph i think. go figure! i'll give you a prize if you manage to. but its really mean! dun read it! and dun worry. the rest of the entries, i'm b*tching about other biatches. haha. ho ho ho!
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todae's get-your-result-and-never-ever-go-back-to-your-alma-mater-again-day. well at least for me. it feels weird going back. i didn't even bother exploring it for new facilities. all i know is that. well, they changed the gate timing sign. it turned from yellow to green.

y. do they not think the school's not green enough? crazee plonks. they are.

anyways. it's really weird trying to console your friends when actually inside you're jumping with joy and you just wanna shout in their faces 'i dun care! I DUN CARE! I GOT ***** POINTS! yea you heard dat, i got ***** points. i'm like how fuggin' smart?!'.

of course i didn't do dat. but still. u get the picture? you know everytime we get results we have the same groups of people. it goes as follows:

The I-will-just-smile-politely-and-hope-you-will-ask-me-how-much-i-got-cause-i-did-really-well-but-i'm-not-saying-anything-cos-i-will-bust-my-conceitful-nature kind: this group of people would smile really widely at you, like packs of hungry wolves, for no particular reason after they get their results. Hoping, just hoping, deep inside their happy guts, that you will sprint over and ask them how they did. This kind are usually the most malicious, cause sometimes they will ask you how much u got just so that you will return the question. These sort of people should be locked up and spanked.

The Man-made Fountains: Now this is a wide group of people. They include the Over-Achievers and the Slackers. How strange it is that they might even meet! You see, the Over-Achievers usually cry because they just carn seem to get into the g*d-damn Hua Chong la! what the hell. Y oh Y, now i'll never know how shitty brown looks on me *sulks* And then there's the Slackers groups, which for some reason, think that they deserve something better for not studying. hmmm... ever heard of the saying "you reap what you sow?" This group is the hardest to pacify, cos somehow they always think they deserve better. When caregiver consoles, latter somehow has the urge to sock said Slackers in their guts because they are such specks of irritance. Argh.

The Satisfied: Now this group is one big happy family, no? They work hard, they study hard, they play hard, and they take things easy! I'm glad to say many of my friends belong to this category. They dun cry over spilled milk and they take what the blardy Briton markers throw at them (which is incidentally, good stuff...). Everyone awaiting results should learn from this group and stop whining about how they could have done better if only they could figure out how to open their textbooks to study. But then again, if everyone's a "satisfied", where would all the fun and drama go?

now, everyone's been asking me where i wanna go and am i staying in SA. i honestly do not know. the chances of me choosing Poly is definitely higher than that of going to a JC. i wanna do hospitality man...

i wanna be a tour guide. i wanna hold the damn red flag and wave it and watch the tourists go mad trying to follow it and sight-see at the same time. imagine the amount of power one has in his/her hands with the blardy red flag. just imagine.

i wanna be a hotel manager too. i wanna scream at the bell boys and make them fetch the customer's bags. i'll put stones in the bags and hang dumb bells at the bottom of the luggages and snigger in one corner as i watch the poor bean-pole boy attempt to drag it to room 509. incidentally i will bribe a kid into pressing all the buttons in the lift so he will have no choice but to stop at every floor and be accused of doing the above act by unruly customers. ooo. and he will sweat and sweat and sweat in the less than ventilated lift. And sweat, ooo hot sweat, just looks good on a man. yummy.......not.

i wanna be a sentosa guide too! i wanna lead dumb tourists in flower-print hawaii shirts and khaki shorts, wearing socks with slippers, to Fort Siloso's underground tunnel and leave them there. dun worry, i will collect them soon after i have my lunch, dinner, supper, and a nice walk on the Siloso Beach. They'll be fine. Just dun mind the creepy wax figurines.

doesn't that sound ultra fun? like super duper?

ohohoh! you know what. i met dickson aka the ultra dick head from my pri school class who sat in front of me who couldnt stop talking who was a genius in maths and science but everyone hated him?

i swear people do change. he still looks the same. a bit... hmm. how about VERY dumbstruck when i said hi. sheesh. what can i expect from a TCHS boy. anyways. he sounded much more mature and less dickhead-ish. Puberty showcases its miraculous powers again! i've always wondered. why do girls go out with TCHS boys? do tell me.

is it their irrestible lack of articulation?
OR
their inability to wax their hairy legs?
OR
perhaps their sexy brown shorts?
OR
mayb, just mayb, it's the sexy revolutionary tank top (no sleeves, no sleeves i tell you!) which somehow resembles a traffic light, and which incidentally show's off their muscular popeye like biceps, triceps, and shitceps?

oh oh. tell me baby girl cause i need to know.

it is a must for a TCHS boy to go to HCJC. isnt' it? so quick! tell me y? Y do some girls find TCHS boys so irresistable. oh please do tell me quick! cause why?

cause i'm gonna answer the million dollar question. i'm contemplating HCJ for the hot sexy TCHS boys. and i need to know, oh i need to know:

How would i look in SHITTY BROWN?

For the record, i am NOT considering HCJ. Am too dumb for it. And even if i could, i wouldn't. Those TCHS boys. ooo... them sexy creatures = distract me = retain = failure in life(or so percepted by the great mighty MOE). Therefore, conclusion. SHITTY BROWN is not my colour.

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