If you had arrived at this URL, this particular blog, whether by accident or by recommendation, i suggest you immediately click the X at the top right hand corner of your window, for this is not what you are expecting. i blardy didn't qualify for blardy Mass Com in blardy TP cos i got a blardy three for english for the blardy O levels. damn those blardy English. hmm... ever seen so many blardys in a sentence? *sigh* Thus, here comes the part where i hate the most. i dun wanna leave SA!!!! i'm gonna miss you guys, girls, and the little cockroach fren i made in the cafe. muacks! to all of you! including little cockry. Your segmented brown body and your six well-toned limbs are just so sexy i dun even mind the prickly hair you have on them. i swear u'll always have a special place in my heart. To my special friends that i have made in these less than first 3 months of 2005, you peeps have brought me so much laughter and joy! i'll remember all those times we sat at the cafe, eating and crapping, eating, and eating some more, and... uh. eating. yea. Serene, before you leave SA, that is if you are leaving, you better try the food from other stores lah, before the Western Store Auntie falls in love with you and then you just leave her like that for Hwa Chong. Her marcaroni will never be the same again after you break her heart. Must remember the Valentine's Day lolly she gave to you. SHE NEVER GIB ME OKAY?!?!? *grunts* should i do shout outs? argh. too lazy to do it now. need to recover from my episode last night with the JAE. i will do it one day. yes i will. =) And thus ends the Series of Unfortunate Events which happened to our protagonist- the little girl Pei Lin, subtitled- Of SingPasses, the Javanese, and Internet Cookies. YOU WERE WARNED. To Order: look for the crazy girl in a pinafore the shade of dustbin green in SAJC's cafe, uh, eating. i hope i dun get sued.
If you are searching for a blog filled with laughter, joy, or even mundane recordings of a cheery blogger's life, you are at the wrong place, and i strongly advice that you step away from your computer and read a book about nice little fairies in fairy land instead. For in this web page, what you will find, will be far, far away from stories about nice little fairies. In fact, in this blog, what you will find, will be nothing but a series of unfortunate events which happened, and will happen to a sad little girl named Pei Lin.
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GAG! And that ends my attempt to become the next Lemony Snickets. hahaha. dat was fun wasnt it.
i am now alone at home, instead of going to school. Technically, its not my fault that i'm not at school. See yesterday morning, afternoon, and night, i had been trying to log in with my SingPass and for some blardy reason, it just wouldnt work. So i decided to put the Old Wives' Tale to test. It's been said that if you log in in the middle of the night, preferably after the clock strikes twelve, with your singpass in one hand, and a mirror in the other, you will be able to see how your History teacher will look like in the other gender. i.e if he's a guy you will see how he would look like as a girl and vice versa. And boy i tell you, dere wasn't much difference...
haha.
stop crapping you crazy poot. yes. ok. as i was saying. It's been said that if you log in in the middle of the night/morning, there would be less traffic flow and thus of course everything would load faster and you can make the decision of your life time on the internet faster. so, being the old supersticious me, i decided to do just that. so i logged in in the morning, as in 3AM. and the blardy thing still didn't work. it appears that i lack some java shit. damn those government officials, and the javanese. argh. (jus kidding abt the javanese part. its just for dramatic effect.)
anyways. i went to internet options from tools. right there at the top. yea. there. and then i clicked privacy or something, and then i went back to look at the Need Help With Your Login? and it said i needed to have some cookie. and i was like WHAT COOKIE?!?!?! argh. what isit with these internet terms. why cookie? why not biscuit? or Oreo? someone enlighten me please? and then i had to call a fren.. at 3 BLARDY AM and get him to log in and help me make my 12 choices. how can i trust him? haha. and then, i had to pay 7 freakin' bucks with a credit card. hu pays 7 FREAKIN' bucks with a FREAKIN' credit card?!??! argh. so then i had to give my fren my mum's credit card number and on one side my mum was asking;"eh can he be trusted anot?" and on the other side, cos i was using a head fone my fren was like going "tell her i cannot be trusted." but i already gave him the number. ARGHH!!! this is so psychotic.
stop rambling. stop. it.
*breathes* (puts on a signature smile somewhat simlar to Bree in Desperate Housewives. if you dunno hu she is you should stuff your head down the toilet bowl and flush it ten times. yes. you may go now.)
Apparently, my choices are as follows, that is if my dear darling friend did not saboh me and put RJ as my first choice or something similarly clever.