Fifty-six Lollipops As The Banana, I Can’t Go Without Raisins
I think lately, everytime I hang out with Lizard, Colin, Pecky and etc, something irritating/weird happens.
Let’s see, ever since I’ve hung out with them, I’ve lost my wallet, lost my shou ce, lost my calculator, tore the skin on my feet, and now, a wonky dream.
I dreamt that I was walking along Katong road.
A yellow can on the floor caught my eye, exactly the one on Sunday where all the people from Pecky’s school were asking people to donate.
“Julia! Get the can! Get the can!” I suddenly heard Lizard and Eunice screaming, it turns out that they were in a building opposite the road.
I picked it up, and 2 girls in front of me [I think one of them was Vimal] turned around and started chasing me. They wanted the can. I didn’t want to give it to them.
Then Vimal caught up with me, and for some reason, we didn’t stop running.
We just continued running like hell, but Vimal kept holding my shoulder back to prevent me from running too fast.
I got annoyed and whacked her. [Haha!] I ran off, Lizard and Eunice could still be heard.
Here’s the part where it blanks out a bit, can’t remember.
Then I was in Watsons. But this particular Watsons was an arcade as well as a pharmacy.
I entered by the back door, but suddenly felt like leaving, and passed by 2 dudes who were stacking bottles of wine while doing so.
One of them said, “Hey, don’t lean too much, the weight would be on you.”
I left the store, and suddenly turned back to go back in. On the way back in, I passed by Denise, she said something to me, but I didn’t understand what she said. She ran away before I could ask.
I think the stupid conversation with Pecky about how retarded people look with their pants/skirts worn up beyond their waists got to me.
Because when I entered Watsons again, I saw Pecky wearing spectacles and wearing super dorky black shorts worn up to his waist. Yep, now I know how Pecky looks like when he’s not cool.
Even in my dream, I was going, “Oh my barnacles.”
Anyway, Colin, Lizard and Eunice were there as well.
Lizard started quarelling with her father at the steps.
Somehow, I knew she wanted to spend her fifth death anniversary [Sorry! Sounds really mean and jinx-y, but it's just a dream] with Colin. I didn’t mean she was dead, the word ‘death’ just suddenly popped into my mind.
But in order to spend it with Colin, she had to run away for a few days. So she started arguing with her father, why couldn’t she leave the house, she just needed to stay away for a few days, etc.
Then, her father left. Lizard, Eunice and I walked over to a game machine, similar to a really old Flintstones game I used to play. We started pressing the buttons and screamed with laughter.
Colin then said the most random thing, “Fifty-six lollipops as the banana, I can’t go without raisins,” and shrugged off. Haha!
Wakey wakey.
Well, one good thing out of this - Keeps my imagination alive.
Anyway, it rained like hell today. I got on the bus, and surprise surprise, Wei Rong takes the same buses as I do. Gasp!
What was more shocking was that he lives at Pasir Panjang too, and takes bus 30/10 every morning. I take bus 10, which goes right behind 30. Isn’t taking bus 10 easier though?
Wow! This is so weird, after being a student for 2 years in TK, I have never once seen Wei Rong take the same bus as me, be it going home or going to school. Must be one damn big coincidence and miss.
Plus, one of my friends isn’t talking to me much. I don’t know why, as far as I know, I haven’t done anything to wrong him.
I get irritated when I don’t know the cause of this sort of shit, I hate it when I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. I wish he’d just bloody tell me so I can apologise or argue and get over with it.
I don’t see what’s so hard about telling someone that you’re pissed at them. I’d gladly tell them any day, whether I actually do it or not will show how much I care about them or hate them.
Just do it! Why hide your feelings? It will only infuriate your anger because you’d be angry at how the person you hate isn’t aware of your loathe, that’s illogical. Illogic will only serve to irritate you more if you’re aware of it, and you are.
Or maybe that’s just contextual.
I’ve asked why, but he shrugged it off. I’m making an effort but he doesn’t recognise it.
Damn do I have the right to be pissed.
99.5% Fat Free
“You know what’s the one thing I hate about expedition camps?”
“Err. The people?”
“No, it’s like.. Where to shit?!”
That was by far the most incredulous, blunt and funny conversation all in one I’d ever had.
Oh my god?!
Then Pecky launched into a speech about how un-shittable these camps are, how you have to use leaves, his shitting schedule at camp, etc.
I was just thinking, Hahaha Christ. The least of my worries at camp is where and how to shit.
Well, maybe it’ll play a big factor one day when I go on a camp which doesn’t have toilets.
But the last time I went, the biggest bugging thing was the people.
Some of them just suck, they whine under the hot sun and steal your slippers. Weird.
Then I found out that all the people at Orchard road who were bugging me to donate were people from Pecky’s school, like, all of them were doing the same thing.
The yellow can thingy, the moment I got out of the MRT station, they started bombarding me with chatter, “Can you blah blah what what…” and my eyes went buggy.
I got to watch V for Vendetta again. YYYEEESSSSSS.
But there wasn’t any thrill in sneaking in.
We didn’t need to blend into any big crowds, the woman just tore our tickets and let us off. Aw shucks. Sneaking in doesn’t feel that great no more. 
But that movie is so good, I swear I can watch it the 3rd time. Or maybe it’ll get old, since the suspense is gone. But seriously, watch it.
It’s defiancy which makes sense. Awesomeness.
Speaking of which, my sister tried to make the egg in a basket thing at home. It tasted really good. The first one ended up disastrous. Bwaha. But she got it right.
Anyway.
The touchy lovey couple joined us later, I won’t name who but their initials are L AND C.
Hah. Oh hey. LC = Lacuna Coil. Maybe that should be a codename for them.
Nah, it’s gots to sound dumber to be funnier.
Anyway, was in search of a wallet to replace my lost one, but none matches up to its standards. They’re expensive and they have teenage angst rubbsih written on them, like, “This is my way so shuddap *winky face*” Ergh. Diieee.
My old one was green, black and grey from dirt. It didn’t have a zip either to put coins, just this plastic thing. The velcro’s worn out after years. Some idiot once spilt ketchup on the edge. Yep, my dream wallet.
A few looked alright, they didn’t have teenage angst language on them.
But $50+ for a wallet! It feels sort of ironic to be emptying your wallet just to buy a new one.
It’s ironic that Pecky and C think they’re fat while Liz and I don’t really care. The roles are supposed to be reversed, eh? If they’re fat, Liz and I are.. Big Show and A Train. Heh.
Cheers at Cineleisure rips people off. The colour Twisties don’t work, Pecky’s tongue colour didn’t change. And the chips suck, they were way to high up on the shelf and made me nauseus.
For some reason the day left me smiling away unconsciously like a doofus.
I think I have one of those after-jokes syndrome.
You laugh and laugh over a joke you’ve heard eons ago. I don’t know what I found so funny, the crap we said just was.
People kept giving me the do-I-have-spinach-in-my-teeth-that’s-why-you’re-laughing look.
I still laugh over a joke my sister made like, 3 years ago.
It was about Theodore Long in WWE, notice how he keeps saying ‘Playah’? Oh god, the joke was so bloody hilarious. Something about lodging a letter of complaint. Haha, funneh.
Off point.
P.S: I’ve got a picture of Colin dancing DDR. Damn, I can start a whole collection of funny pictures.
First, Justyn wearing a skirt, second, mysterious purple underwear by some asshole, third, Chee Yang’s sexy pose, fourth, Chee Yang’s Hush Puppies underwear, fifth, some doofus humping a pole, sixth, Chee Yang’s ability to wear a bracelet on his ankle, and now, Colin dancing. 
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I hate it when people act as if they’re close to me.
The Horrors of the Girl’s Toilet
Argh. Typed one whole big post but nooo, God didn’t want me to publish it. Figures.
Sometimes girls can be so gross.
Dudes, beware. Viewer’s discretion is advised.
Woman related topic, and it gets ugly. Very.
If you’re eating, well, stop it. Or be prepared to lace your computer screen with puke.
Amy and I were in the toilet in school the other day, and my oh my, feast your eyes.
Little puddles [Oh yes. Puddles] of blood were spotted all over the tiles, and the toilet seat was smeared, like, SMEARED SMEARED with blood.
The funny thing was that there wasn’t any blood swimming in the water in the toilet bowl.
She must’ve missed, big time.
Either that or she decided to pee on the floor or decided not to wear any underwear that day.
But what freak wouldn’t wear their underwear?! And why pee on the floor when you’ve got a toilet bowl situated 2cm behind you?!
Thus, she must’ve missed.
I thought I knew what messy and gross was, until I encountered THIS.
This is way beyond messy and gross, it’s.. macabre.
I never even knew that period could be that profuse. Just one word: Ewwww.
Hey, if the blood remains there, it can freak people out.
Like, night walks in TK, the people could venture into the girl’s toilet *gasp* and find blood. It’ll be so freaky, like someone’s throat got slit in the cubicle and left hanging on the toilet seat.
I was also cruelly reminded about an incident about a year ago.
Aiyan and I were in the toilet and we saw.. Feast your eyes again!
Smeared fingerprints on the walls. Bloody fingerprints.
It seems highly doubtful that it was blood from a wound.
It’s somehow linked, the evidence adds up! Girl’s toilet + Blood = Period.
She must’ve been really angry or something, and SWIPE! Left a souvenier for the girl’s toilet.
Another occasion, there was a sticker of the wing of a pad stuck onto the wall.
For Spongebob’s sake, there’s a blue bin next to the toilet bowl, does it pain you to flick it in?
It requires about as much energy as sticking it to the wall anyway.
The strange things girls do.
Another time in New Zealand, Julien, Xiang, Natasha, Jillene, Heather and I shared one bathroom. Another girl used it, and left behind a gift for all.
A used pad faced down, next to the sink.
Thank god it was near the sink, my face could just shift 2cm away from the gross sight and puke. Natasha bravely cleaned it up. Ahh icky icky icky.
Up to this day, we still don’t know who the mysterious bleeder is.
If I ever meet her, I’ll send her for one of those sex-ed courses, you know, the one in P6 when they teach you how to clean up after yourself.
So, have I successfully taken away your appetite?
Plus, here’s another reason not to be a janitor when you grow up - You’ll have to clean blood from someone else’s womb/vagina [Excuse me la I don't take biology no more]
I remember back in primary school, Eunice (I think?) and I would go to the toilet, and sometimes there would be ants swarming the sink. Then we’d have our fun by squirting water directly onto them, DROOOWWNNN YOU LITTLE ANT FINKS.
Cruel, yes. But don’t forget, ants are able to eat your brain if they ever get into your skull
Anyway, the girl’s toilet is filled with dirty stuff. Blood lurks around every corner and crevice.
I wonder if the dude’s toilet is just as yucky.
V
“You’re all a bunch of *maroons! A bunch of useless maroons!”
- Mr Tchen “Ah Huat”
*maroons = morons.
Yep, that’s what Zu Kai said. Hahahaha. Sciencey people equals cheena people.
MAROONS. MORONS. HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY MIX THEM UP?! Maroonic moron.
Anyway, V for Vendetta was fanbloodytastic.
Lido is a sucker for age, never go there if you want to sneak in.
Hello woman, as if one year will create drastic changes to faces.
At most a few zits and a slightly recedinging hairline will appear..
But nothing drastic. Wait, that’s a bit out of point..
After much formulation of evil plans to sneak in, we just decided to walk to Cineleisure.
Just in case, we kiasus wedged in between the large crowd flowing into the cinema so that the ticket-tearer guy can’t possibly create a jam by wanting to check everyone’s ID.
Sneaking in sounds puny, but when you succeed, you feel like you’re living on DAH EDGE. Whoohoo.
You hardly get to do anything defiant without getting away unpunished in Singapore anyway, so you’re pretty deprived.
So one of the cheapest form of defiancy is sneaking in, and some other acts too like drinking expired milk. You’ll feel alive!
Mwrhurhawhur.
Anyway, the movie was really good. Whee, bombs.
British accent makes your dialogue sound like nonsensical shit, yet it sounds cool.
Sometimes they spoke too much and it sounded like jibberish but you’d be like, “Yeahh.. Totally..” and nodding your head. You don’t get it, but yet you do.
I wanna watch it again. Who’s up for round 2?!
Sexy Shoes
My shoes, apparently, are sexy.
This afternoon, I was sitting at the bus stop, listening to the iPod Nano I stole from my sister. A bus halted and after a few passengers alighted, it turned up the engine to move forward. A red traffic light stopped it.
There were passengers on the bus, one of which peered out.
He resembled Chicken Little, as well as everything else nowadays. Chicken Little’s in everyone.
Gold, dorky spectacles, pale, sticky skin and pudding bowl hair.
Or rather, mushroom shaped hair. Like Ah Ber.
You know those kinds where you plop a bowl on your head and cut accordingly.
Voila, coconut head.
A pervish look crept upon his face.
He looked at me, I glared back.
That’s what you should do. See people staring at you? Don’t ignore them, stare at them back, till your eyes are ready to pop out of their sockets and dangle. They’d cower.
Unfortunately, for this Chicken Little Asshole, it failed. He glanced down and still had his pedophile look. I started to wonder what was so intriguing.
I checked my fly. Nope, zipped.
I checked my legs. Nope, hairy.
I checked my boobs. Nope, nearly non-existent.
I checked my hands. Nope, nothing sexy.
Thus I conclude, he was staring my my shoes. I was about to board the bus and kick his nuts with the shoes on my feet, which he oh-so-lovingly stared at. But then again, I didn’t want my shoes to touch icky stuff.
So the bus zoomed away, carrying Chicken Little away with it.
If you want your shoes to be sexually harassed, buy Converse brown high-cut sneakers with all the funny pictures all over it. Yep, those are my sexy shoes.
Chickens these days…
East Coast Park, Again Again.
I got dissed by a 12 year old.
Oh holy barnacle, dissed by a 12 year old.
Arrived at Eunice’s house at 11.30. Rang the doorbell 3 times, called her handphone, called her housephone, no answer.
OOO, big mystery.
But it turned out that she thought the maid was at the gate, or whatever. So I headed back home, when she called and cleared up the misunderstanding.
Gee. So we were late, about an hour.
Well, the news leaked today. [censored] and [censored] are together.
I was quite shocked, I guess flailing my arms chickenly and speaking incoherently showed that.
Of course it was going to happen soon, maybe a couple of weeks, but TODAY?!
Well, technically, last night. But we found out today.
I started ohmygod-ing when Pecky told me they held hands, also along the fact that a man jogged past us wearing a tiny pair of american-flag shorts.
Even he was thinking along the same lines; that it was just like a drama serial.
But those were funky shorts man.
It was quite a big reality hit, I don’t know why. [The couple, not the shorts] It just was.
Whoops, no offence to the 2 of you, that was not an insult.
It’s just weird, that’s all. Maybe it’s because I actually know [censored].
I didn’t know Timmy Turner (Timothy), so it didn’t seem that strange… Never mind.
Calvin looked pissed off, but Eunice said it’s just the way he looks. Interesting.
We went up onto one of those stone ledge thingys again. Pecky was so reluctant because of his blades, but he went anyway. Oh, and Eunice filmed the scene where he tried to get up. That’s just us, blackmailing twits.
And ate funky ice cream. Well, Lizard and me.
It was then we found out about [censored] and [censored]. They went for a walk, and the rest of us went gossiping away like fish aunties.
It was just along the lines of, “OHMYGOD!”, “NO WAY! REALLY?!” and “HAHHAHAHA.” So just clump these 3 lines together and it sounds like a conversation in White Chicks. Damn, that movie’s funny.
Pecky’s brother, the 12 year old who DISSED US ARGGHH, was doing a whole lot of funny business with sand.
He whacked it, stuck sticks in it, trashed it, whatever he could do to kill that damn sand.
I thought it looked ubberly cute. A little insane too, but cute.
Eunice and I tried skateboarding again but it was shortlived.
Gee, why?
1) Lizard dissed us.
She can practically shave off any amount of self-confidence you have left with her insults. Unbelievable.
Apparently, according to her, if you don’t know how to skateboard, you shouldn’t own one.
But in order to learn how to skateboard, you gotta own one, don’t you? HAH!
2) Pecky’s bro dissed us. His name is… Peck Kun. Ah ha, got it.
He rollerbladed in circles around us with the occasional, “Why so slow?” and challenged me to race. He won, obviously.
But karma is inevitable. He ripped his pants.
Oh wait, I forgot to add.
Ripped his pants twice
3) My feet’s skin ripped.
Big mistake for not skateboarding with shoes on, skin started tearing below my foot.
Eunice and I sat on our skateboards, waiting for them to turn back.
We were as slow as the mentality of bimbos anyway.
They came back, with Col and Liz trailing far behind.
It was then, it hit me: Not all men are chauvinistic pigs after all.
I thought they were being quite nice, which weirded me out because in school, the guys go, “KANINA CHAO CHEE BYE!” at everything they encounter, especially a empty bottle of wax/gel, and they ignore the girls, except the pretty but bimbotic ones.
I think there’s a running trend in my school.
If you’re pretty, you’re bimbotic and retarded.
If you’re cute, you’re intellectually slow and drool absent-mindedly at the most mind-boggling questions ever to storm mankind, “Is this chicken or tuna?” and “Does pork chops mean the chops of a pig?”
Why, guys, why do you like bimbotic girls? Easy to lay?
Okay.. Well.. Can’t argue with that..
Whoops, generalising again. Yikes.
Anyway
Calvin’s slippers were 2 sizes too big, so Peck Kun lent his flip flops, which ultimately caused the skin of my other foot to tear as well. WARGH LIFE SUCKS. It was just as bad, except much smaller. The wound on my right foot swallowed my toes.
Then some interview people came along, and filmed the bunch of them, Colin, Calvin, Peck Kun and Pecky’s cousin [I'm too afraid to spell out his name o.O] and asked stupid questions about Singapore.
Like.. What do you think about Singapore.. Propaganda usual.
They were dumbfounded. It was bloody hilarious.
So I sat on Eunice’s skateboard and she pushed me, it was so co-bloody-ol. Peck Kun was on rollerblades and pushed, so I went flying. WHHHEEE. There were, of course, losers who scorned upon us childish fools, but who gives a shit.
We went back to McDonalds and stoned like eediots for a while. Then we left.
Liz and I went back to Eunice’s house. POKEMON! GOTTA CATCH ‘EM ALL!
It was effing hilarious.
We played pokemon on Eunice’s play station, and she kept on winning and winning.
There’s one particular stupid game we like to play, Egg Emergency. CHANCEY!
When Lizard lost, she’d scream and sob, “CHANCEY!!! CHANNNCEEYY!!” I thought my guts were going to burst out of my stomach.
We flopped on Eunice’s bed and talked for ages. Um. Felt like ages. And well..
That’s about it. Seems rather short in words but it was looong.
Then.. Um… Went home, and examined my feet.
It turns out that skin was peeling at another spot too. Arrrgghhh. So my feet look pretty deformed now, 3 chunks of raw skin revealed. My sister cleaned the wounds and bandaged them up. Hurt like ass. It was a real pain to shower, walking’s a hassle too.
Great. Holidays are here, and I can’t walk.
Gah. Brain juices ran out.
God hates shrimp!
P.S: Hey, alliteration! GGG!
WHAT-EVERRR
Happy Belated Birthday, Ali and Edward.
Singapore can’t possibly get any worse at media. The tv screen sucks out my eyeballs.
Singapore productions will always focus on either of these 3 points: High class dating, poking fun at singlish or both.
A Light Affair is a bloody major booboo. They’re trying to provocative without being obvious, but it is obvious to us that they’re trying not to be obvious that they’re trying to be provocative, which emphasizes on their pathetic-ness. Geddit?
There was one trying-to-be-provocative-but-failed question: What would you do to make me moan?
This is the time to roll your eyes, everyone. 1, 2, 3, ROLL.
I actually threw up my hands, rolled my eyes and bitched, “WHAT-EVERRR” at that point of time.
I did that so many times, I can be in White Chicks.
Obviously, there was also a foreign male contestant in it.
My sister said that if a Singaporean woman had to pick between the most handsome guy in Singapore and an average ang moh, the ang moh will always win.
I’m starting to think even if the ang moh is fat, sweaty, hairy, slow, has no toes, pedophilic and has a hollow wallet, he’d still win anyway. Hmm. Nah, not that bad. Scratch out the no toes part.
Then they ended off the show with a Fear Factor stunt, rip-off style.
Grab as many flags as you can within the shortest period of time.
The winning couple won $500 or $5000 or something.
Maybe we should participate in these sort of shows, quick and easy money.
I can get $5000 for asking guys what their sexual preferences are, listen to suspense music, smile at the hosts and WIN WIN WIN!
Christ, I don’t even need to be good looking to be on the show 
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“Some of you crawl all over the teacher’s head when they’re nice. Worse still, some of you even shit on the teacher’s head. You want shit, I can give you shit. Soft shit, watery shit, hard shit, all I can give you.”
- Mr Tchen “Ah Huat”
The girls in my class all adore Ah Huat. It’s starting to rub off on me.
They say he looks cute. Drats, so it is true. It’s one of those peculiar looks, the nerdy-ugly-but-cute look.
The teachers these days can come up with rocking hard insults.
Ian [I think?] said that Tan Kee Hoe told a boy to stop using his handphone, or else he’ll shove the phone up his ass and make sure the entire class smses him so he’d feel the vibration.
Speaking of which, felt sorry for Mrs Poon during lit today. She was trying to teach us how to analyse unseen prose, which none of us could understand. She was rambling on and on and we couln’t grasp any of it.
Like Mr Vincent Tan. He says weird nonsensical rubbish during math sometimes, like,
“You have to have the FEEL of the question before you do it! The FEEL!”
And other than that, he pronounces “note” as “nute”.
Everytime he asks us to take out our nutebooks, we guffaw.
Anyway. Back to Poon.
The stupid poet’s poem sucked for me. La Merci blah whatever.
About some knight who got suckered into falling in love with a magic woman/faery.
These oldy poets always seem to perceive women as evil & hot vampires who suck men’s blood leave them dry. Actually, that concept is still alive today.
So we just didn’t get it, and grew grumpy
We gave up on taking down notes. Poony got frustrated that no one seemed to understand what the barnacles she was saying. Well, we’re noobs at unseen prose after all.
But anyway, she got frustrated and yeah, that sucked. I think the stress is making her bald too. Strands of hair were falling out while she was getting hysterical. Kind of freaky. Chill, woman.
We’re NOOOOBS lah. She was really trying to cram everything about unseen prose into our minds but it was just brimming and it overflowed, but she still tried to stuff the overflowed bits back in, which led to other bits of information to be bumped out. But oh well, she’s trying.
Anyway, my L1R5 is 13.
English: A1
Chinese: C6
Combined Humanities: A2
Literature: B3
A Maths: B3
Mathematics: A1
Chemistry: B3
Physics: B3
I’m quite pleased with my results actually. I got distinctions for the subjects I wanted to get, now I just gotta push my Bs to As. The subjects which are possible to push, of course.
Can’t possibly expect my chinese to get an A from a C, can I.
I don’t know why everyone’s whining that they’re going off to ITE even below 20 points.
I honestly can’t tolerate these losers. In all seriousness, please go to ITE, if you’re dumb enough to think 8 or whatever points isn’t good enough.
“WAH! I got 15 points only arh?! DIE lah! Off to ITE liao lah! Set lah!”
How can they base their first exam’s results as O Levels? Such loserish fuckers.
Another random observation. I see Lizard online more these days.
AND HEY HEY! Whenever she’s online, how coincidental, so is Colin.
Back then, when she was online, she’d talk to me. But now she doesn’t. Pfft.
GEE. I WONDER WHY. I WONDER, WONDER WHY.
Icky Spots.
Happy Birthday, Evonne!
I just remembered a nightmare I had a few days ago.
You know how sometimes in dreams, you’re watching yourself do something? That exactly. I saw myself lying in bed, then I got up and walked into the bathroom.
Now I was back to myself. The lights weren’t switched on, so I awaited the sun to rise.
I stared at my silhouette reflection in the mirror, soon, the sun rose. The rays of light reflected off my face and onto the mirror, and there was the most grotesque, disgusting, revolting image I’d ever encountered. I mean, almost.
My skin turned orange overnight, my hair looked like what it should be if I had cancer.
The worst part was that my skin had patches of holes over.
Like, Morpheus from the Matrix? Yeah, the moon-crater/holes-in-cheese kind of skin, except 10 times worse from hell.
My eyelashes were patchy/moon crater-ish too. Just flimsy little black hairs growing from my eyelid, with holes in them. Red film was growing behind my eyelashes too.
My lips were coarse and dehydrated, as if someone tore them off. My blood vessels under my eyelids were drained, pale and also had patchy holes all over.
I think tiny little circles or holes randomly splatted all over is one of the sickiest and most creepiest things on Earth.
Like, in some HDB flats, the floors are tiled with tiny little squares of green concrete? It gives me goosebumps.
Like this.
or this
Except in my dream, it was just all orange.
It oozes creepiness. It’s just sick, like tiny ants swarming all over a dead eyeball or something.
So I was pretty grossed out, even in my dream. I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, and sat down beside my mum. I asked, “What happened to me?” and she merely glanced and muttered, “Mmm.”
Then I woke up.
I’ve been having stupid nightmares these days.
Like throwing carrots out of a car window, then suddenly I’m at home and a man on a motorcycle breaks down the door, and announces to my family that we’re bankrupt.
And there was the other wonky dream about Captain Planet swooping down and snatching Eliza’s (The cartoon, The Wild Thornberries) hairy banana just when she was about to eat it.
It’s good news that my dreams are coming back again.
I haven’t remembered any since.. Before entering sec 3. But maybe the nightmares aren’t such a good idea.
Maybe with all the shit going on, wonky images form in my mind.
Such An Ass Today.
Happy Belated Birthday, Fiza!
My past couple of posts have started off with Happy Birthdays. Funky.
Anyway, I felt assholic today.
A friend gave me a Mars bar for the what, 4th time (Mmm.. Mars Bars… d’oh).
Mars rules all chocolates. MARS SHALL NEVAH DIE.
I love Mars bars like hell, but I actually blurted to him, “Why do you keep giving me the same chocolate, man?” Shit you, Julia. What do you want, Godiva? I should just shut up sometimes. God, this grotesque mouth disgusts me.
Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I swear! Drats, I’m such an ass.
Anyway.
These days, little kids are surrounding me. They’re screeching on the bus, wailing in the MRT train, banging into me while running then proceed to cry on the streets and pulling on my hair when seated behind me.
Maybe I should adopt exotic, foreign kids like Angelina Jolie does, maybe kids from Greenland or something.
But Evonne says, “What if you adopt a black kid? He’d asked, Mommy, why am I black and why are YOU white? WHY? Why would you do that to your child?!”
Good point.
What if having a kid is overrated? They keep saying that having a child will change your mental life forever. I wonder how the elderly feel about their children abandoning them, will any parent ever hate their child.
They keep telling us to wait, be patient. For now, studying is our mission. Later in life will we be able to dye our hair, get tattoos, find love and have a child. All we’re doing right now is waiting for that day to come, the day which will bring life fulfillment to us. Studying is just stalling time, make time pass a little quicker. Boosts your self-esteem too, creating a mindset that you’re smart.
Godamnit, we’re just going to wait until we die. We have all these expectations, that having a child or finding true love will complete our lives, but shit, will that ever happen? No expectations, no disappointments.
Okay lah, whatever.
So.. My results for common tests..
I’m still tickled by the -2.
Physics:29/40 (Overall: 65/100)
Chemistry: 30/50
E math: 39.5/40 (mwrhurhaw)
A math: 23/40
Chinese: 22.5/50 (Hopeless)
Geog Elect: 16/25
Social Studies: 18/25
Overall Combined Humans: 70/100
Literature: 16/25 (Drats)
English: 24/30
The wonky thing about 3C is that generally, we’re pretty concerned with grades. I don’t know, I just hope they don’t get too washed up with this stuff. Typically bloody Singaporean. They tend to think those who score high are God like figures. It gets a little creepy.
um.
MOO.