Chinese New Year’s Eve.. Eve’s Eve, Whatever.
Chinese New Year celebration in school was just.. Plain lame.
It’s not dumb, idiotic, unsightly, whatever. It’s lame.
Isn’t that such a fun word.. Lame.. Lame..
Of course I can’t do any better, but..
Never mind, I’ll just skip this part.
The fun thing was that we got free Cola sweets though, they came hong baos.
They don’t put money in them anymore, do they. It’s sweets now. Next time it’ll be little notes of fake gratitude, or maybe plant fertiliser.
Then after school, Eunice called, and propsed an idea to hang out with Denise, Lizard, Calvin, Colin and Pecky. Or more like Pecky or Colin initiated the idea or whatever lah, whatever.
Duh, to get away from the hell hole called school.. Of course.
My school was just swarming with screaming camera whores, “yo-wassup-wassup” duuddes and Yeah-I’m-Like-Totally-Cool-*flips hair* weirdos. All the while my face was..
I can’t believe it’s not butter!
Eunice wanted to meet at 4pm after her movie was done, so… Wowee, 3 hours to kill. So a few of us were meant to go out somewhere, then I’ll leave and meet up with Eunice & Co at 4pm.
But the idea didn’t work out, some shit happened [to my opinion] and I got pissed.
I’m definitely blowing up the situation, it really probably wasn’t such a big deal. But it bugged me. Just like how tiny circles bug me, no good reason but it’s just so shittingly annoying.
It was then I realised how impatient I am. I loathe waiting, and that’s pretty ironical and hypocritical because I’m usually the one who’s always late, bad habit of thinking I have plenty of time.. Like, oh, I can do it in 5 minutes, but I end up taking 10 minutes to do it. Real bad habit.
But if I’m waiting for no good reason.. Christ. To me it’s just plain simple manners, but I guess it’s not universal.
No actually, to put it correctly, I don’t mind waiting. I don’t. I only hate waiting if it turns out the person is not going to turn up at the last minute. That really stretches my heartstrings from Africa to Bombay. It just takes a huge chunky bite out of my patience cake.
It does pisses me off, but it’ll just fade away I guess.
So I got pretty pissed up and had nothing to do for 2 hours now.
Decided to sit on the bus for an hour then take the bus opposite to spend the next hour on it.
Travelled to an ulu area of Singapore, Bukit Merah. I don’t get out enough.
I met up with Denise at 3.30 at Orchard and started bitching about my day, how lame the celebration was, how I had to wait and get shitted on, the usual material.
Then she told me all her funny stories in her school, like the dude who conditions his hair for 2 hours and crumpler bags and etc.
We sat and walked and blah. At 4pm, no word from any of the rest. Eunice switched off her phone, and we discovered that Pecky & Co thought they could be late since Eunice was watching a movie.
In the meantime, we were lucky enough to bump into the biggest Dickheads in Denise’s class; Zestin and Christopher. Yeah, they looked rather dickheadish, or maybe it’s just the ears and gay face structure, whatever it was.
The situation got even more hilarious when Denise started kicking their asses - literally.
We should kick asses more often.
Then Zestin yelped and ran away like an idiot even when Denise stopped chasing him.
My face went like…
Yep.
Christopher looked alright, he just reminded me of someone in TK. I think it’s just damn funny, just the idea of them. Talked in a dickheadish manner though.
Then at last, the Princes and Princess arrived. [bows]
Turns out that Eunice watched Memoirs of a Geisha [great movie, was quite different from the book though] and didn’t know it would last until 5.
Even after watching the movie and reading the book, I don’t know how a Japanese woman got blue-grey eyes. It’s simply impossible, if no eurasian DNA is in her blood.
The book just explained that her personality was just like water.
……
Okay, Whatever.
You’re gonna tell me that I can get red eyes if I have too much fire in my feng shui?
Since I’m so pissy all the time, I shall be giving birth to a fiesty baby, whose fiesti-ness shall bring red pigment to her/his eyes. It’s all in the feng shui, baby.
That factor pretty much means that the story is a mary-sue or something. I mean, BLUE-GREY EYES, how EMO can you get lah, seriously. It’s classic emo, like one eye green, the other eye blue. This time, BLUE-GREY. I can’t get over it.
Maybe I should get red coloured contact lenses and just go about simply explaining that I have too much fire in my feng shui, just like the babe in Memoirs of a Geisha, instead of water.
If you’re an airhead, there’s too much air in your feng shui.
That means you should get white contact lenses, pretty freaky huh.
If you’re shithead, that means you’ve got too much Earth in you.
I didn’t take a liking to the book very much. It was meant to be written like a real memoir, but when I’m trying to believe that while reading the book, there’s this annoying little fact that scratches the back of my mind: The author is an American male.
Ehh…
The “bad guys” have a pretty one dimensional character too. She, or rather, He, never fully explained why Hatsumomo did all those terrible things. Every “evil” person in reality has a soft spot and has a twinge of humaity in them, but in the book, she was badass through and through. A little hard to believe.
But anyway, the book is alright, just.. draggy, few loopholes here and there.
Anyway, back reality..
The Princes arrived fashionably late, fashionably as in blue hair, late as in one hour.
And my face went…
Again. Nah, it was just the shock. It was nice to see some blue hair floating around.
I actually felt rather proud for Colin. He seemed relatively happy, he was talkative and even looked good man. What a big turning point from the quiet depressed mumbler, good for you man.
So that was how I spent my Chinese New Year’s eve, eve’s eve, whatever day it was.
The day was full of faces like this.
This year, my hong bao income has decreased. How sad. At least it’s still $$. Muahahahaha.
“$XXX only?! Cheapskate bugger.”
=(
Yesterday, I was actually starting to think 3C was starting to improve in the entertainment section, and it is, and I felt rather happy about it, thought my day was going to end as a happy and contented one. But happiness is always short lived.
Later on in the day, one of my most embarrassing, traumatising and retarded moments took place. I was so horrified to the point where I felt like, I don’t know, randomly plucking eyeballs out and throwing them into… buckets.
Why do all these strange and dumb things happen to me? Grh.
So much for having bizarre friends.
Anyway, life in school gets a little lonely sometimes. As I’ve repeated a thousand times, there are always the people you hang out with but don’t have any real depth, blahblahblah.
It’s not as sad as it supposedly sounds, it does get rather satisfying sometimes, a homey feeling. Like you’re living inside your head. All the while we’re spewing amusing crap among each other and our heads are dead blank, then suddenly you have some peace and quiet.
Maybe after 14 years of thoughts whirlpooling about what is happening in the present and imagining the future, it’s time to take a break. Maybe disconnecting is healthy, in a way. Or maybe this is just identity crisis or whatever puberty shit teenagers go through.
It’s nice to make new friends. Let’s see.. Vimal, Sarah, Fiza, Yong Jie aka Eason (HAH!), Yong Quan, Rachel, Lim Pon, Shi Xiang, Teng Hui, Zhiyi, Jingmei, Wei Rong, Ming Jie, Jasmine, Terence Foo, Xiao Xuan, Amalina, Tania, Huan Wen yadidada. It’s a wonder how I manage to keep track of all those cheena names.
Maybe I should just call them John, Tom, Dick, Harry, whatever to get my mind straight 10 years down the road.
Then some old classmate will go, “Remember that guy with the ultra hairy legs until some mosquito actually died while being caught in the hair?” and I’ll go, “Hmmm.. Oh! Yeah, Harry!”
I shall call Teng Hui.. Hmm.. I shall call him Andy. He looks like an Andy. Yongjie is obviously Eason. Zhiyi shall be Matthew. Shi Xiang will be Aaron. Wei Rong will be Dick [for obvious reasons, muaha]. Yong Quan shall be Randy. Huan Wen will be Andrew.
Of course I’m just kidding. No offence, if any of you happen to stumble upon my blog.
I just realised how annoying emo songs are. They’ve always been annoying, the tune and lyrics both just tick me off. But once I got right down to listen to them, I discovered JUST how downright WAH?! they are.
For an unknown and mysterious reason, I actually downloaded The Click Five’s Just The Girl. This shows how powerful and vicious nature can be. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’ve just ruined my reputation, THE CLICK FIVE FOR SPONGEBOB’S SAKE, but this must be known to the public.
In the video, they went back to old school. Actually they all looked so identical that I thought it was just one dude doing all the work and having some fun by creating clones of himself on TV. How wrong was I?
I infested my iPod with that song. And so I listened to it. God knows how much it cheesed me off. It makes no sense.
She’s cold and she’s cruel
But she knows what she’s doin’
This is presumably trying to convey that he has a crush on a cold hard popular cheerleading chick who disses nerds like himself. Awww.
She pushed me in the pool
At our last school reunion
She laughs at my dreams
But I dream about her laughter
So she laughs at you when you dream about how she laughs. So technically speaking, she’s laughing at her own laugh. Amusing and mysterious girl, mm mm.
Strange as it seems
She’s the one I’m after
Yes, it is strange, dickhead. Never in my wildest nightmares will I go for a dude who finds his own laugh amusing and is “cruel but knows what” he’s “doing”. It just means he’s whacked up.
Cause she’s bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can’t help myself
I don’t want anyone else
She’s a mystery
She’s too much for me
But I keep coming back for more
She’s just the girl I’m looking for
Is it just me, or is this starting to sound like Busted?
This must be the millionth and twenty second song about having a crush on a hardass bitch.
Fill in the blanks and you’ve got yourself a Busted song!
She’s ______ and _______
She treats me like ____ and calls me a ____
But I loooovveee her, coz she’s _______!
I’ll give my heart to her, coz she’s ________!
I’ll do anything for her, coz she’s _______!
She ____________ and I knew, out of the blue
That my love for her is trueeee
She can’t keep a secret
For more than an hour
You’re going to pursue a relationship with a girl who can’t be trusted? Dude, while you’re busy being smitten by her “cold” and “cruel” doings, she’ll be smooching with another nerd.
The moment you reveal your darkest secret of wearing power rangers boxers to her, poof, there goes your reputation before you can even say, “GO GO POWAH!”
She runs on one hundred proof attitude power
And the more she ignores me
The more I adore her
What can I do
I’d do anything for her
This girl is lucky. She’s got a Power ranger fan waiting at her hand and foot. The more you diss him, the closer he’ll get. Okay, maybe not so lucky after all.
Cause she’s bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can’t help myself
I don’t want anyone else
She’s a mys - Yeah blah blah, there he goes again, she’s whatever.
The way she sees it’s me
On her caller I.D.
She won’t pick up the phone
She’d rather be alone
But I can’t give up just yet
Cause every word she’s ever said
Still ringing in my head
Still ringing in my head
I can see the connection between ‘ringing’ and ‘phone’!!!11
Mrs Poon’s Unseen Prose skills are starting to rub off, muahaha! I shall do you proud Mrs Poon, I shall conquer Macbeth with every fibre of my being and I will put in every droplet of sweat, blood and body fluid I squeeze out of my pores even if it means pimples!!!11
She’s cold and she’s cruel
But she knows what she’s doin’
Knows just what to say
So my whole day is ruined
No seriously, what is he saying? What is dis?! He’s so unbelievably ecstatic when she’s being all cold and cruel and whatnot, but yet his day gets ruined. I don’t get it lah, I just don’t. This dude is pooped up in the mind.
Cause she’s bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can’t help my - Yah yah, she’s whatever again.
Just the girl I’m looking for
I’m looking for
I’m looking for
I’m looking for
Just the girl I’m looking for
You power ranger freak.
There are about 10 million songs just like this one, and I feel so ashamed when I see girls bobbing their heads to the song and hoist banners like, “HEY LOOK HERE CLICK FIVE! CLICK ME!”
One day, my sister and I came across a commercial on MTV with Kelly Clarkson and she started saying how “connected” she felt to her songs when the lyrics were first shown to her.
Christ, ANYONE would relate to such lyrics. It all contains the same thing: Life sucks but don’t give up, life is full of downs but we must look at the ups, ex boyfriend sucks, etc, the lot, hey, that’s my life too. But to actually associate your inner most feelings with these songs, well, to me, your feelings probably don’t have much depth.
Yah, the lyrics trigger your feelings’ surface, like, life sucks, yeah it does. But I don’t know, to put your entire self into the context.. Weird.
Anyway, that’s the thing about emo lyrics. They are vague and it applies to nearly everyone, so the teenagers will fall for it and swoon, “It’s written especially for me!!” and indulge into their CDs and stuff.
Ah, so that’s how they get their fans and money.
Why Do I Like Weird People?
TK’s choir concert was pretty good.
Except we completely humiliated ourselves by screaming, “MINGYAN!” everytime he entered the stage, and got shushed.
Gosh, Evonne’s just plain nutty. She’s currently Karen the Carrot. Muaha.
And when the AHS/TKPS choir members came onstage, she started shouting out random names like, “GO MARY! JANE! MARK! PATTY!”
After it ended, FL got 3 roses to give to them. One was for Paula, the other was for Alex and the last one was initially for Ming Yan.
We finally found Paula and we just smashed and hugged her like mad. Ming Yan refused to accept the rose, as he probably found was too sissy and uncool for his nature, then we gave the other one to Alex.
What to do with the last one, the poor rose which Ming Yan rejected? I gave it to weird-guy-who-sits-next-to-me-in-class! Yes indeed, he’s in choir!
His reaction was weird all over again, he was all ecstatic and said, “Thank you! Thank you!” 10 times and waved in that funny way.
Anyway, afterwards, we walked to McDonalds and screamed nonsense, the whole lot of TK students were there.
Evonne started greeting anyone who entered McDonalds. Embarrassing.
Man, I just love being friends with weird people, seriously. I think they’re the most pure and true souls on Earth. Well, a group of them are.
Unconciously, every tiny move we make is deliberate. We do this to make her think this way, we say this to impress him.
Sometimes we don’t do the things we want to do because we’re afraid that others will know that we want to do them. With these so-called “weird” people, it doesn’t matter. You can just be completely out of your mind and be a big baffoonish goofball.
I don’t mean the usual crazy stuff we usually do either like screaming into the streets or throwing crap in the air. I mean things like digging your nose in public, whatever, the little things we’re ashamed of. See how awesome these people are?
Well, I think so. Or maybe I’m just imaging things, they probably do care. Who wouldn’t be grossed out by someone picking their nose in public?
But at any rate, you can be your inner idiot around them, maybe to only a certain extent.
And yet we laugh at them. Sure, they’re the usual nerds, gross, unpleasant to look at and have no life. But that’s only the surface. The reason behind our comments like, “What shit, he’s fucking weird lah, siam!” is because we always assume we’re better than them, and that makes us feel good.
We’re, perhaps this is too much categorising, not gross, unpleasant to look at, not studious. It makes us feel good to see someone act like he’s got down’s syndrome because it gives us the illusion that we’re perfect. How sadistic is it to feel pleasure while seeing someone else worthy of being poked fun at under you.
That’s how we get by in life - feeling superior. It’s not as if human nature is entirely at fault, teachers/authority inflict it in us too.
Remeber how your teacher always goes on, “You’re acting like a normal technical/academic class! Please students, you’re in express stream!” or, “Dress properly, you’re from XXXSchool, not XXXSchool.”
Prove to us how much better we are than them. Simply because of different PSLE marks, one express student will seem miles better than one from NA/T.
The thing is that teachers assigned your grades according to what behaviour you should or should not have.
Just to keep us under their control, they somehow weave in this behaviour pattern that we should follow. Now we’re so scared to do all those things, drugs, breaking the rules, be spastic, etc. We’re in this green and black whirlpool of dead souls. Hey, like Hades’s underworld in the Hercules cartoon movie.
NA/T people aren’t utter idiots in life, they actually function as human beings, there are the occasional iDioTz but hey, the express stream has plenty of them. Most of them are actually quite profound and smart. It seems as though the teacher have forgotten that, and has the fixed impression that they’re all bad news, a dirty lot.
Anyway, that’s an entirely different point altogether.
The point is, they feel that we should be feeling superior to the “others” so we won’t slide down to such levels as they call atrocious. We’re stuck in this rigid system to act according to what we superiors do, which pretty much equals to don’t be yourself, but be a “value” filled robot.
Don’t retort back to the teacher, because that’s what a NT student will do!
I love it when I see someone break the rules, for the “right” reasons. But when they’re just doing it for the sake of looking cool, or think that it’ll look cool, I spit.
It’s too scary to risk being looked down by society, better to play safe.
Once we’ve achieved the aim they give us, say, get into express stream. In secondary school, they’ll throw the bomb: It’s not good enough, and set another target for us: be top of the school. And look at that, it’s not good enough again.
They keep pushing us to the top when not all us can fit, the ones who can’t squeezed in will drop and be ignored, left to clamber up themselves.
In everything we do, we do it to be better than others. We go shopping to buy clothes to look better than others, we study to be smarter than others, buy new things to feel better, earn more money to live better. We constantly compare and copy ours and their lives that we’re so blind in what we’re actually doing - being manipulated.
If everyone keeps clambering to be at the top, no one really wins. Once someone looks as if she/he’s doing better than ourselves, we get the familiar feeling of jealousy and by hook or by crook, we will be be one step higher than the rest.
We keep striving for the things we don’t have.
No one can truly be themselves because it’s never good enough. It’s always better to be someone seemingly better, be it a big name actor or your own sibling. This way we won’t have to deal with the endless shit we’re being bombarded with, like how we’re not good looking enough, so we resort to plastic surgery to look like so-and-so.
Poof, you’ve just lost your identity.
But when you become that person you admire, there’ll be someone better. We’re just fliting from one person to another. Then we’re bombarded with endless cravings all over again. No one’s left on the ground, everyone’s flying.
What’s going to happen? This is exactly why clones are swarming these streets. They think they’re better, but there are thousands who are exactly the same, trying to achieve the same aim. As I said, no one wins.
That is why these well, “weird” people and the people I’m close to are the closest thing I can get to to reach the ground.
I have yet to meet someone who walks around in a piece of cloth, yell randomly to strangers’ faces and run in a spastic way, all in being him/herself.
It’s bloody depressing to step out of the house sometimes.
But if we do the things we really want to do, even if it’s things like, I don’t know, listen to chinese pop because we sincerely like it, by all means, go ahead. It’s the people who do things for the sake of being better that kills me.
We’re all flying high, but we end up dead inside.
Today, I’m An Airhead.
Gah.
27th January - Dream Theater concert.
High chances are that I won’t go because whenever I ask, people go, “Huh? You go crazy izzit. You want me to go to a museum exhibition with you?” and now it’s like what, 17th of January?
16th February - [*cough* my birthday*cough*] plus, Franz Ferdinand concert.
How awesome is that? Franz Ferdinand on my birthday. Whoopdeedoo.
23rd February - Oasis concert.
How sad is it that no one I know likes Oasis, Dream Theater and Franz Ferdinand enough to go with me? *sAdD sAdD fAcE*
Except Ali, the number one Franz Ferdinand fan but.. Eh?
Come on people, is chinese pop and pseudo-punk all you really listen to?
I’m waiting for some major band like A Perfect Circle [which will be never], Snow Patrol, Coldplay and so on to come then I won’t care if I’m the only audience there, I’ll still go and jump my ass off.
A piece of gossip.
Whiny Bitch quit her CCA because.. Guess! Guess! Guess Again!
Wait till you hear this.. Because.. Her boyfriend quit his CCA too. GASP.
So they can hold hands together forever and sing in the rain about how they’re gonna get deep shit from the school. Aww.
And when they break up, as most relationships always do, she will moan and, wait for this; you’re in for a surprise, WHINE even more! Perfect.
Yep, how random.
I found it utterly hilarious. It’s so random! Seriously! What’s next? She’ll kiss bananas and drink peanut juice because her boyfriend does that too? Like, huh?
Whatever gossip that’s about her, you can ensure that it’ll be the highlight of your day, because it’s that retarded. Oh man, she cracks me up big time.
Bimbos give me entertainment.
And.. Let’s see.. Ah, I’ve made friends with the fella sitting next to me, Teng Hui.
It’s good in a way that he lets me copy his chinese homework all the time. Muahaha.
Plus, he’s weird. Weird people = My best friends.
Whoops, there goes one of my new year resolutions: Don’t copy homework. Didn’t last very long.
Speaking of which, chinese class with Stephanie and Teng Hui is just super funny. God, he’s so blur, and she makes all these funny jokes, and my stomach explodes from laughter. Other than that, chinese class is a drag.
That’s.. All I wanna say. Yep, I don’t feel very profound today. Some days, you just feel like being an airhead.
Faeces Brings An Earthly Glow To Our Faces. No, It Really Does.
Here are my teachers:
Form teacher: Mr Tchen Beng Huat
English: Ms Puja Dada
Chinese: Zhuo (?) Lao Shi
E Math: Mr Vincent Tan
A Math: Ms Wang Siao Hua
Literature: Mrs Celestine Poon
Social Studies: Mrs Tan Tsui Fung
Geography: Don’t know yet.
Physics: Mr Tchen Beng Huat
Chemistry: Mrs Tan Something something / Mrs Chee Chui Eng
I just discovered that a few teachers in my school have hilarious names which are connected to flowers. I guess it’s supposed to sound elegant, and hey, with a name like that, you gotta have the face.
But NOOO. There are names like Mei Li, Mei Gui, Wan Hwa and so on. And.. well, you know. You geddit.
Christ. If I were named after a flower, like.. “Vanda Miss Joaquim,” or, “Tulip,” or, “Orchid,” or, “Cauliflower,” accompanied with a face of Quasimodo and Jay Chou combined, I’d lie about my name.
E math with Vincent Tan is sort of amusing.
His habits, I mean. Not his teachings.
He has this habit of swishing back the right side of his hair with his right palm, like twice every 30 seconds. Someday, when he bores me out of my tree, I shall count the number of times he does that per minute. I’ll make a chart, and calculate the average.
-shrug- Hey, I’m just practising for practical tests and exams.
Everytime he does that, this image would pop into my head. Taking out a comb to tidy up his hair, then flick his head back and do smirk and do that gun sign thingy.
Mr Tchen’s teachings are alright, except his monotonous tone disguises his lessons to be boring.
It’s just the same.. Bloody.. Tone.. All.. The.. Way..
No oomph in his voice. No punch, no star quality! Gimme a voice, Mr Tchen.
Zhuo Lao Shi speaks so fast that I can’t catch what she’s saying. My ability to comprehend chinese is terrible as well. I have no idea what homework she gave us because I could hardly understand her. Barnacles.
Further more, of all the different reps I could be, I became chinese rep.
Why? I was sitting right smack in front of her.
Oh ass, I’m chinese rep, yet I don’t know what homework there is to even collect.
I’m trying to ask Wei Lun about the homework, but I doubt he’ll remember to tell me. Oh ass.
I haven’t really made any new friends in 3C, everyone seems a little hostile. Or maybe they’re just nerds who study all day and have no life? Yikes.
The only new friends I’ve made are Shi Xiang, Lenny, Rachel and Tania? Sort of. I think the last thing I said to Shi Xiang was, “HIHIHIHIHI!!” but he didn’t see me.
Snort.
So it’s pretty much quiet all the time. B-o-r-i-n-g.
You can practically hear the crickets outside [and it's not even at night] and the little parasites in Mr Vincent Tan’s hair squealing in horror as his hand smooshes them.
It’ll definitely get better, I’m sure. Meanwhile, 3C’s a little dead.
DEADED LOLZ.
I’ve got school/classmates whining about the workload and the teachers and getting caught etc.
Nearly every blog of my schoolmates’ I read will include some complaint that the teacher is out to get them in some way or another.
Yeah, I don’t exactly love my teachers as well, Mr Tchen is one helleva boring dude and has a tendacy to wear tight clothing. I get caught for school dress code violation too sometimes. It sucks, but heck. My world doesn’t end.
But to go to the extent of…
“Chao chee bye teacher. Catch me for wad. My hair dye brown nice wad, they jealous izzit. My skirt short short, can show off my legs mah. I wear emo glasses to school cannot meh? Nice wad. My socks also like disappear liddat, ask me to go buy new socks, think I so rich izzit? $4 socks very ex you know. I wear makeup to school to look chiochio mah. Teachers bu shuang me izzit, k lorh, i give attitude oso lah!”
One word: WHATEVAH.
As a response to that, I doubt teachers are jealous of your hair.
Also, no one wants to see your fat thighs being exposed, it just simply crushes our aim to live.
Emo glasses look grotesque.
If you can’t afford $4 socks, where’d you find the money to buy everything else such as your dying of hair? Makeup at 15 doesn’t make you look older or gorgeous, it makes you look like what you really are: A little girl trying to dress up.
Attitude like, “Don’t like me arh. I don’t care lah, bu shuang izzit, jealous izzit?” is repulsive as well.
-shrug- Well, what did they expect? The teachers to worship at their feet due to the gorgeous shade of brown in their hair? The teachers to wait on hand and foot as gratitude of showing them how emo spectacles resemble alien’s vomit?
I don’t have any objections to low socks and earrings or whatever, but boy do they WHINE about it when they get caught. Whiners.
Anyhoo.
Random thought, why’s everyone dying their hair brown?
I’m assuming the majority of them are doing it to look original and hot and whatever other reasons they’ve got relating to looks.
But when everyone else does it, is it?
Holy ass. Dying your hair brown is clone-like.
You’re gonna look like everyone else.
Or maybe that’s exactly what they want, to look like them.
Same goes to the trends like livestrong bands, billabong bags, permed/rebonded hair, 10 piercings per ear and those weird rubber shoes they sell now, whatever they’re called.
I do regret rebonding my hair for the superfical reasons, yeah. My only excuse was that I was in secondary 1. Naive and foolish to follow trends. I doubt I’ll be carrying it on.
I want to dye my hair as well, don’t get me wrong. After my o levels though.
Except I’ll be going for purple. Hey, if you want to stand out, you might as well do it right. Purple it shall be.
Everyone is doing it, so we felt obliged to follow suit.
For some reason we human beings have a tendacy to be sheep instead of setting our minds straight on what we truly are.
Figures why God calls us sheep. He’s that damn right.
Someone of higher authority or an icon says that this is cool, oh ass that’s gotta be cool. And they’d be scrambling to follow.
I swear, if Paris HIlton claimed that eating your own shit with cucumbers as toppings is cool, half the world population would be comsuming their own waste.
Maybe she’ll pull out a bullshit theory out of her ass that our faeces brings out the earth tone in our skin and the cucumbers will allow our complexions to glow.
Well hey, there’s a way to keep our sewers clean after all.
Mid-life Crisis at 15
School.
Was.
Boring.
Form teacher seems kinda gay.
I think it was just the tight shirt speaking but yeah.
And I sit beside… [drumroll] THE ONE AND MIGHTY SHI XIANG.
Snort. I found it hilarious for some reason. Nono, I’m not making fun of him.
But even bananas are funny, so.. Argh don’t kill me.
So since we didn’t know each other.. The entire class was just..
Dead..
Quiet..
I don’t really have the greatest feeling about the future of our class. They, I mean We, don’t look too great. It’s just really awkward.
Oh my god, we don’t even talk. I guess it’ll take some time.
All day, we just went in and out and in again the auditorium and the hall for crap briefings which we don’t need to know.
Now, the talk which Mr Singh gave..
I think that one just killed us all. KILLED. BAH. SLASHED. WE DIED.
It was just fucking boring, and we couldn’t even sleep because our asses were seated on the floor and teachers were looking over us like hawks. They’d probably eat or peck us if they saw us sleeping.
The morning was especially funny though. Sadistically speaking.
The teachers were just picking out every dude with spiky hair and yacking it. If the sec 1s were there to see it, they’d pee in their pants and run away from TK.
The weird thing too, was that everyone came back with emo spectacles.
The return of the Emo Specs.
Oh holy shit, even Mr Eio came back with Emo Specs.
WHY?!?! WHY?!?!?
It grossed me out. It’s just me, but I think it’s as if alien have puked semi-digested hotdogs on their eyes.
But what do I know, everyone seems to be liking these alien puke-like things these days.
And those were the days when we used to wear leaves.
Also got to find out which AG we were in for English.
AG 1. But no Aiyan or Evonne or Julien or FL.
Yep, life sucks.
But then again there’s always Paula and Chee Yang.
The first person I knew wearing the long pants was Wei Liang.
I didn’t even know it was him at first until he waved.
And I was just Wow. Back in sec 1, he was shorter than me.
Then I saw all those familiar faces again. I was just thinking how much everything changed. Feels kind of strange and numb.
Plus, now we’re old.
15! Christ! That’s old enough to.. to.. I dunno, do weird crap.
So old so old so old… I keep thinking I’m still 12.
The day I’ll be able to watch NC-16 movies, it’ll be the day I know when I’ve turned into Ah Ma.
It’s just a year from now.
Too lazy to describe my “feelings” now. It’s gross anyway.
Mid-life crisis at 15. Um.. Teen-life crisis?
Heh.
Yup, sucks to be old.