Chagrined
Man! Dee says I don’t blog much anymore, and when I do, I blog crap. 
Sad me.
Yesterday, Liz, Dee, Eunice and I watched Death Note. It was all right I guess, a few scenes weren’t in the manga series. Just when I thought the incredulous feeling had ceased, Red Hot Chili Peppers’s song begun to boom when credits rolled. Turns out that Dani California’s the movie’s theme song. It seemed so badly random. The Japanese producers just thought the tune was catchy and teeny-boppy or something. Isn’t there anyone out there who’s be-bloody-wildered by this too?
Okay anyways, I decided to sneak Long John’s fries into Yoshinoya. Yep, that’s us, living on the edge. I’d been eating Japanese food 10 times this week, any more and I’ll be puking raw fish.
Teehee, Dee’s cute arm. And I’m temporarily using another photo hosting site until I find another better one.
While I was waiting at the bus stop, I couldn’t help but notice a dude who was sitting next to me. Why? He had impeccable hair. It was soaked in yellow dye, ah beng style. It was as if the wind blew and his hair never flopped back down. In other words, his hair defied the laws of gravity. I’m guessing he used 3 bottles of hairspray and wax to render this phenomenon possible. Amazing.
Clearly, he treasured his hair more than his friends. His handphone rang and immediately began vomitting copious amounts of information about hair. He also began recounting his haircut experience:
Awesome Haired Dude: Hello? Yah yah, just got my haircut. I asked the hairdresser to gimme the Korean kind of hairstyle. You know what he say? He say that Korean hairstyle is all very natural and heavy one, very hard to style one. Wah lao, gimme this kind of reason, I think he lazy lah. Then hor, he also dye wrong colour one, I wanted the darker kind of yellow, yah, but he gimme wrong colour. Stupid right? Blah blah blah..
Sadly, I had to board the bus so I didn’t manage to eavesdrop listen to the rest of his speech.
I say that he probably treasured his hair more than his friends because he had hardly let the other party interrupt his fantastic speech on hair. What’s to complain anyway? His hair looked bloody fantastic. Should’ve asked who his hairdresser was.
Today we had a cute little trip to the Singapore Discovery Centre, after announcing that all the learning journeys were cancelled. My ostrich farm! My crocodile farm!! My cereal factory!!! Why?!
So instead of hanging out with the crocs and cereal flakes, we visited one of Singapore’s yet another fantastic achievement. Nah, it wasn’t a bad experience, but I’d rather sweat under the hot sun to feed crocodiles than enjoy air conditioning while listening to the entire building screaming about how they want Singapore to become ultra hip, cool and happening by 2035.
It’s been a long while since we had an excursion. On the way there, hardly anyone was talking, which was a surprise. Back in primary school, everyone would scream and jump on their chairs while the teachers shush us. I guess now we’re pretty lethargic, or mature. On the way back, it was even dead-er. Everyone in the entire bus was sleeping! Look!
Come on sleeping beauties, look alive! Sarah was having one of her laughing fits again, when asked why, she said she didn’t laugh enough today so she needed random things to laugh at.
We doodled on our worksheet too:
Some random pictures:
Teng Hui’s hands are big, mine are puny. Kind of reminds me of the scene in Tarzan, harhar.
For some reason, my hands look pale, pasty and sickly here. Oh wells.
Blah, so that’s all for the crap of today. I really am blogging crap.
This photo hosting site I’m using seems pretty lousy, the pictures look unclear. Sigh, gotta find another one.
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Maybe I’m guilty of harbouring the sin of expecting plenty. Maybe the childish fairytale concept of ‘friends forever’ still itches as a slight tug of optimism in the midst of uncertain doubts and pessimistic speculation. Maybe it’s the present that stings to such an extent that, as a last resort, I race back to the past to use its then happy scenes to replace the bitter, intangible current situation.
Maybe you’ve changed, or maybe it is I who is at fault to have been hanging on false hopes through the years. Maybe you actually were a selfish and immature brat to begin with - and it was I who had been naively fooled. Maybe I thought I knew more about what lay beneath the surface - after all, no possible being on Earth at 15 years old would’ve already cultured such ruthless, obnoxious, sadistic and insensitive nature.
Or so I thought.
I still keep your note in my wallet, preserve specific scenes which gave me simple pleasant feelings of content in my memory and other little notes which are still wedged in between the rotting pages of my diary.
They still remain where I’ve left them, unable to acknowledge the same revelation that I’d experienced. They continue to stay there - believing they are representations and effigies of a true friendship. It’s odd how an intangible thing like time could change every single thing that they used to represent into something mocking, yet they still remain the same. It wasn’t a complicated situation like love, it was a satisfactory and mutual bond between friends that I’d felt, maybe you didn’t.
What was your purpose? Was it out of boredom, a search for fun? Did you actually meant for it to mean something? Perhaps it actually established some meaning for a period of time, but it was time which once again played the master of circumstances, and it eroded.
Now, everytime my handphone vibrates and I peek at the luminating screen - hoping it isn’t you but only to find your name lighting up - disgust and exasperation swallows me. I open the message. Its content never ceases to irk me, as it is only greed and self-glorification which leeches onto the end of every sentence, and there is nothing in any alphabet which exudes care for our fading friendship.
It disgusts me. It’s replusive the way you attempt to dig information out of me for your own personal use, the way you’re merely milking our acquaintance for all that it is worth. For so many months! I’m such an idiot to only realise it now. There’s only so much that I can entertain, my friend. Face to face interaction rarely occurs now, and when it actually does happen, you’re always asking the repetitive self-centred question which is now so familiar to my ears.
Yet you wonder why I do not reply to any of your messages anymore and why I seem so exasperated when I talk to you.
Initially when the fruitfulness of the bond was slowly growing stale and abandoned, I thought hey, true friendship is not defined by constant interaction between the two parties. As long as understanding and trust remains as a solid foundation, nothing can break this concrete bloodstring. After all, it applies perfectly well with Lizard, Dee and Eunice.
Foolishly, I believed that this consoling explanation applied to you as well. I believed, believed, believed. When others judged you upon your rebellious behaviour, I consoled myself that that isn’t really you. I insisted that you really were a nice person, your exterior was simply an act put on to shield your vulneralbility. No, I knew better. I thought I did.
This firm belief eventually began to waver. Hurtful incidents left their mark on this firm stone of belief, making me wonder how much longer it would be able to endure before cracking. I feared what lies underneath the layers of rock, I feared of the what the core would finally tell me after several stages of self-denial. The layers have finally been peeled painfully away by time, and the core holds nothing. I’d been believing in a self-morphed lie all along. There was no foundation laid out by trust, there was no bloodstring. Just air, just my imagination.
What can I say, I was in a stupor for 3 whole years. It only hit me a couple of days ago.
You mockingly laughed at my antics which you now find juvenile, in front of your “friends”, when I was only trying to share a joke with you.
What now, I ain’t cool? Laughing like a mafia-wannabe is now a strict criteria for being your friend? Walking like a drunkard and mumbling vulgar words from the corner of the mouth is now a compulsory act for your friends to carry out? I’m not pretty enough for you to pay attention to? My looks must now resemble Heidi Klum’s and my intelligence must now be equivalent to a fish’s so that I wouldn’t retort your cocky opinions but simply sit around, look pretty and flirt to boost your inflating ego?
Well then, I guess I’m not good enough to meet your fantastic standards, regardless of my attempts to talk to you besides answering that retarded self-absorbed question which flows out of your mouth like an eternal verbal diarrhoea. I even presented this problem that I had with you once, but you merely brushed it off and had the audacity to continue bugging me with the same egoistic question.
However another side of this confusion tells me that maybe this was my fault. Upon observing and thinking about the past, I noticed that actually, your behaviour has hardly changed through the years. Your annoying habit of walking like an idiot sends me back to the time we were still schooling as secondary 1s. Your obsession with pretty girls hasn’t budged. Nothing’s changed, except maybe the usual developed obsession with styling your hair and the long pants.
I’m disappointed that even after all that history, you are still unable to identify what the hell is wrong with you. No wait, you do know, you simply wish to ignore the nagging fact staring at you, that was what you told me. Maybe I was just an idiot to have accepted you as a good friend, maybe the care that you had expressed was simply an easy way to mock my problems. You used me.
I know. It’s probably utterly silly of me to depress over something which did not break within a second, no external factor caused this downfall. Maybe you’ll say that I’m too bloody sensitive or dramatic and that I practically cry over everything, baby Julia. But anyone who treasured any sort of friendship would react the same way I do - trying to salvage it.
Plus, I think several months of holding empty conversations, which are absent in friendliness and are rich in ridiculous formalities and full of your stupid stupid repetitive egoistic questions, pretty much defines a loss in friendship. You can’t deny it, things definitely aren’t the same. I feel humiliation and embarrassment for believing in an non-existant friendship, for believing this was not a one-sided affair.
This isn’t the end. I will still occasionally reply your egoistic messages and occasionally entertain your ridiculous questions, just for the sake of keeping our acquaintance. ‘Occasionally’ as in, perhaps 1 out of 3 bloody messages/questions. We’ll graduate from school and take separate routes, eventually forgetting each other existed. There’s always the slight glint of hope vaguely shimmering, who knows, maybe we’ll become close friends again. But how likely is that, since you’re too busy flirting and transforming into a gangster.
Bitterness aside, I don’t regret accepting you as an important aspect of my life. For what it was worth, you were there for me when I was upset, regardless of your obscure underlying motive. What I felt was true friendship, mostly sincerely and nothing else. Life hasn’t been the same due to your abscence.
This isn’t a post for you. It is a reminder for me to move on, and finally smudge off that false belief which has been hanging insistently onto the edge of my sanity. I’m sorry that I can no longer play the role of defender towards external threats because my will does not stand strong and definite anymore. Using the cliche line; I really don’t know who you are anymore. Doubts of you even caring what I think are highly probable, my God, you’re probably just hanging out with your other equally obnoxious friends right now, exploiting others for your own laugh. Our friendship is now defined by the disgusting questions that you ask and my dull answers - an empty acquaintance.
I thought I had begun to loathe every fibre of your being, every message that you send to me, every single thing you say and do. However, horror bestowed as I realised, that every second spent thinking about how much I hated you - if translated - would actually be every second spent thinking about how I much I despise myself for trusting you.
Dum Dee Dum
[20.10.06]
Really lazy today. So this post will seem disjointed.
I woke up this morning only to find a big fat mosquito bite on my face. Not to mention my arms and legs as well. I don’t get it, how can one tiny mosquito put away 8 bites worth of blood? I hope its greedy little stomach has already burst from excessive blood. And if it hasn’t, well mosquito, you’ve just messed with the wrong person, because I’m armed with Baygon and determination to confirm your extinction! Diiieee *spray spray*
This is why I skipped school today, and this is also a good reason why I should open my windows more often.
Okay not really, the mosquito bites were just a coincidence.
Went out with Dee today as I realised that no one was online because they were in school. Hah suckers.
She’s right, for some weird reason, we feel so meh and blah even though examinations are over. It doesn’t feel very enthralling, don’t know why. *unhappy face*
We gossiped here, gossiped there, criticise that manga here, laugh at that manga there, etc. Yay, I love Dee. 
So there’s this big hoohaa about the Q&A session between councillors and students.. Needless to say, it was a failure. Everyone has their own personal problem with the councillors. Personally, there’re a few councillors whom I dislike because they seem to be too brainwashed by the bossy bug, other councillors are alright. I’m not even talking about leading a group, they act as though they own the world.
Also, there’re times when they take the initiative to take up the role as leader in any situation given, merely armed with the reason, “Because we’re councillors wad.” Yes yes, I know the politically correct answer to my bitter statement would be that councillors are trained to lead thus they must lead blah blah shit. But you know what? It just annoys the hell out of everybody, obligation to lead or not.
Especially the New Zealand trip last year, boy I still can’t get over it. One of the councillors who spoke during the assembly had spoken to me on the plane back to Singapore as if I was some kind of shithead who did not deserve to be seen by her precious eyeballs. Another smug councillor had spoken to me as if I was a 5 year old kid who should obey her orders. Order me to do a task if it is necessary, but don’t speak as though I’m a servant or a kid who is unable to identify my mistakes. If you claim that your heart and moral status is equivilent to the student population’s, then why’re you treating me as though you hold high authority over me?
Plus, that smug councillor lies about her artwork too.
Anyone who lies about art or her/his artwork is immediately in my black list. Or my “Please Die” list. Okay, that’s mean.
The thing is, some councillors get so caught up in the power that they posses in school, that they assume that this power still applies to the outside world. It does not. So don’t speak to me like I’m a piece of shit, otherwise I’ll bitch about you right here.
Anyway, note that this only applies to a small minority of councillors whom I’d encountered.
Whatever anyway. I think this dialogue session caused more friction than bridging the gap. Plus, every school will always have councillors who’re hated by the student population. So just let it be! I know so because The Beatles told me. *Let it beee Let it be! Oh let it beee, let it be!…*
Anyhoos.
Here’re some glamorous photos!
Some gold is lurking around in Yong Quan’s D&T file man, here’s some pictures that he drew.
Eddie Guerrero!
Whoohoo, The Rock.
Erm.. Dragonball I think? Who cares, it just looks good.
His D&T file! Awesome.
The back of his D&T file.
I’m just drooling all over his file.
And here’s a totally glam photo of Haniel, courtesy of Sarah’s fantastic phototaking skills:
Last but not least…
JUDE LAW!
I know this is the first time I’m drooling over a dude, but he’s too handsome, I can’t take it man.
When I look into his eyes, I just drown! BAH.
I watched all those stupid, retarded movies he starred in like Cold Mountain, A Series of Unfortunate Events and Alfie just to see him. Hell, even my wallet’s design is based on Alfie, so I kind of have his face printed on my wallet. I didn’t even know it was “Jude Law’s” face printed on the wallet when I bought it though, I just realised! Awesomeness.
Okay I’m turning bimbo.
It’s a good and efficient way to check your sexuality preferances anyway. Not a lesbian? Check.
Exams: The Aftermath.
Blah, Dee just alerted me how I’m under-blogging. And just at that moment, Colin popped up and got all bubbly and excited over computerised animals and asked me to post one on the blog, hyuk hyuk. I can’t stop saying “hyuk hyuk” either, it just flows out of my mouth like verbal diarrhoea. Hyuk hyuk. Hyuk hyuk. BLAH I CAN’T STOP, I’m transforming into Goofy. Mickey rules, Goofy drools. Hyuk.
Okay, anyway!
That funky computerised animal thingy that Colin got all girly giggly about, I decided….
I CHOOSE YOU, PANDA!
| adopt your own virtual pet! |
I didn’t know what to call it, it looked pretty poopy so I called it pooper. Hyuk hyuk.
I didn’t know what colour to render it either, pandas are just meant to be white. Black pandas look chao-tah. Blue pandas just look crazy. Red pandas reminds me of periods, eyuk. Yellow pandas looks like pus.
School was rather shit yesterday. Mr Tchen’s disappointed speech and our own disappointment in our Physics results lumped together to result in 41 chins dragging on the ground. Man do I hate Physics with a passion, I just don’t get kinematics. If I could, I would drop this impossible subject, but that would make Mr Tchen’s face drop too. *unhappy face*
I managed to scrape by with a B4 for Physics.
Chinese improved from a C6 to a C5 as well, mum’s very proud. Okay not really, but I am.
Geog elective is CURSED. FOREVER.
Due to the launching of this hopeful plan of Tourism 21, Singapore’s construction will never end. There’s always something under construction, always “improving” and “renewing”, always an ugly sky-scraping city.
Vivocity has just completed, hurray that we no longer have to bear with a scenary of metal blocks and green nets. But there’s still the integrated resort and the yellow line being built, and after that, maybe a mini-disneyland to put Escape Theme Park out of business, and maybe after that, another MRT line because Singaporeans are fat lazy bastards and want to replicate London’s tube, and perhaps after that, some more shopping centres with more shops and fast food joints to cause us to explode from heart attacks in the long-run, just what we need.
Human geography, the subject, makes everything sound as if… I dunno, as if everything MUST hold a purpose, everything built and carried out were and are all to boost the economy, social life, environment and whatever other factors.
The good advantages that occur due to these actions sound very dehumanising. Such as.. Green revolution improves standard of living for farmers. It just gives me this eerie feeling, as if it’s just a statistic. It kind of reminds me of one of the stories in the literature book, Kindergarten. Man simply can’t comprehend that things probably just exist to be. What will they tell me next, the sand in the Sahara Desert helps to, I don’t know, improve mankind’s skin by rubbing off dead skin cells? Alright that ain’t funny.
Or maybe I just don’t like the teacher. Haha. But really though.
Both maths did me proud, I can’t wait to tell Mr Eio. Social studies is just meh, I noticed that she has this particular pattern in her voice. Nasal, draggy and constant frequency and amplitude. YEAH PHYSICS! It’s just the sort of tone which grows repetitive and inevitably, you’ll become drowsy. I believe I’ve never paid attention to any of her classes for the whole year.
Anyway, everyone seems pretty pissed off with their grades. They’re either pissed off or really happy, our class’s definitely not too happy to find out we got the lowest score for Physics out of all the pure science classes once again
Yeah well, that’s all.. Plus, Haniel treated us to 10 big gulps.
Boy I felt sick afterwards. Aiyan stuffed 2 huge big gulps into her bag because one of the bus drivers refused to let her board, haha!
Oh and..
Happy Birthday Amalina! Wheehoo.
Chalet!
Man, photobucket sucks balls. They’ve revamped the whole thing, now we can’t adjust the photos’ sizes to our preferance, they’ve got fixed resizing for you. So blame photobucket for the following tiny photos because pictures anything bigger than this size will overflow out of the blog. Pfft.
They don’t even have “50% of the original size” available, nooooo, it’s gotta be 40%, an absurd, irregular number.
Photobucket, you just lost one customer. *shakes fist*
Chalet was pretty groovy. Exams weren’t. Well, paint mah horse red and slap me silly, Flowers for Algernon came out as the text-based question! Lucky that my trusty, not dying, printer managed to save itself and printed out the notes, he’s all fine and dandy now. I knew my printer of 6 years wouldn’t bail out on me now *pats printer* Damn right, 6 years.
The more I think about it, the more I’m certain that I screwed up English. I couldn’t understand what the cloze passage was trying to tell me either during the Chinese exam. The only chunk I could understand was that these bunch of people, under don’t-know-what circumstances, added loads of fat and oil to their instant noodles. Oh, and they added chocolate too. Eugh.
Anyway, exams are ovvvaahhh! Limpon and I headed towards Downtown East later in the afternoon to meet Yap Seng, Teng Hui, Sue Ann, Rui Wen, Si Hui, Yong Quan, Wei Rong, Jing Mei, Yong Jie, Roderick and Wei Hao. Pasir Ris is like, a foreign country to me. I swear, I saw dead trees everywhere while the train was nearing Pasir Ris. Spooky trees, they looked like they were burnt.
It feels kind of odd to blog about what happened.
Merely describing with words wouldn’t justify the fun we had. But here it is anyways.
Limpon and I arrived at the chalet area after having to change our $2 notes to $1 coins to pay for the entry. The security guard tried to change my note but he said that the machine wouldn’t accept it because my note was too old. Hyuk. We began trying to find which room we were supposed to stay in, but we thought the room number was 1102, so anyone who saw us would’ve seen a couple of crazees banging on an empty room’s door.
Eventually we found our room, but no one was in.
Bleh, so Limpon imprison herself:
Later on, Jing Mei, Jasmine, Si Hui and Rui Wen came. Being crazees again, Limpon and I stuffed ourselves into the closet, argh cram! It’s a small closet, mind you. We jumped out and screamed at whoever was in front of the closet [Si Hui, haha] Man I wanna do that again. Like monsters jumping out of a closet, haha!
We did some heart-attack, truth or dare style. Teng Hui really has no luck, he gets hit all the time. Either that or it’d be Yong Quan. Yong Quan still owes us a dare man, walk into a bikini shop and ask for a bikini. Who was the idiot who came up with that? Oh yeah, Teng Hui almighty.
Wei Rong’s dare was to act cute, and damn it was cute. But photos and videos were prohibited, darn.
I started comparing feet.
Yay, feast your eyes on stinky toes
Left: Mine. Right: Wei Rong’s
No not really. That funky sock belongs to me!
Teng Hui’s and mine.
Yes, we’ve all established that fact that my feet are small. People in primary school used to accuse me of binding my feet
Then Teng Hui compared the length of his hand to my foot. His hand is practically the same size as my foot, so to know how it feels like to be walking like me, look at Teng Hui walking on his hands.
Wei Rong’s so tall, Limpon and I were still shorter than him even when we were standing on the bed. Limpon stood on the stool instead, hah.
Gah, I’m REALLY hating these tiny pictures.
We headed to the arcade later.
I didn’t know they had a pool area called “Funky Balls”. It sounds so wrong, yet so funky.
We made a new friend too, called Ronald.
He’s pretty funky, he’d fit in well in Funky Balls. He looks awesome in yellow too, and was nice enough to take a picture with Jasmine, Limpon and Rui Wen.
Hey Ronnie pal.
The arcade there is just like one of those old-school arcades, the arcades which have games that we can collect tickets from and if you have enough tickets, you can exchange it for a prize! I love those arcades, I find it so nostalgic. And err, the prizes are fun too. Limpon and I got chocolates.
And doode, guess what we found?
*Flintstones, meet the Flintstones*
Actually, I hated Flintstones when I was a kid. As far as I knew, they could burn in hell along with The Jetsons and Cow & Chicken. But the ride looked so cute I just had to sit in it.
Cow & Chicken was a nightmare brought to life and was broadcasted on national television for 10 years with the same reruns every other day. Plus, that song will be embedded in my memory forever. *Mamma had a chicken. Mamma had a cow. Dad was proud, he didn’t care how!* Just like how Westlife songs will never erode from my memory. *An empty street, an empty house, a hole inside my heart…*
Erm.. Anyway. Jasmine and Rui Wen played Datona, but 2 other guys accidentally started the game the same time Jasmine and Rui Wen did, so they ended up competing with strangers. One of the dudes actually looked ashamed, he started shaking his head and turning to his friends to heave sighs of shame. Geez man, you’re probably only about, what, 2 or 3 years older than us at the most?
Everyone, except the “cool” dudes competing against us, were screaming like hell.
Okay just the girls were.
We ate some dinner and headed back to the chalet. Limpon told me that Roderick’s a broccoli farm. Why, indeed. So Limpon made him turn around and snatched his earlobe, she made me touch the skin growth on his earlobe. It was kind of a “Wtf” moment, and it didn’t look like a broccoli farm, haha Limpon.
Here’s Lenny the man, my handphone twin:
And what’s a chalet without…
Mahjong! When Wei Hao plays, he really looks into it. He’s now labelled as a little mafia.
I think he’ll grow up to be one of those businessman type of suit-and-tie people. Limpon thinks he eats spaghetti everyday.
Haha, I think this shirt is really Yong-Quan-ish, black stuff with fiery flames.
I think his drawings are impeccable, my drawings compared to his is like, Cow & Chicken animation to Roman Dirge. He can set up a bloody drawing school already.
And here’s another video! A video of Yong Jie playing the guitar, playing Coldplay - The Scientist. I made it black and white because I thought it would make it look more arty-farty. The background noise, boys shouting at a television screen while playing Halo, is a little deafening, but you can make out the notes and his singing. You can hear Limpon and I telling him to sing, he sings pretty decently.
Yong Jie is just one funky character man, I think he’ll get loads of girls in the future if he continues to play the guitar like that.
Damn, the next boyfriend I have must be able to play the guitar.
In the end, only some of the dudes stayed over night. Limpon, Tenghui, Wei Hao and I took the train home. Limpon told us loads of weird stories like about how earworms lay eggs in your ear and the babies would eat your brain. She said that Leonardo Da Vinci had an earworm in his ear, but he had so much wax in his ear that the earworm just like, drowned in his wax. Good lord, what a terrible death for an earworm.
Teng Hui and I had to sit through 24 stops, from Pasir Ris to Clementi and Jurong. Singapore’s so small, yet so big. We talked about a load of stuff, most of the time I was complaining about stupid things, like spoilt kids and such. Complaining is my forte.
I think it’s really stupid when people keep teasing us, I know they’re just kidding and it’s alright in small doses but it really gets on my nerves if it goes too far, like proposing or teasing him/me as if the other party’s not there. Bah, man.
I can’t believe 2006 has flew by. I remember last year felt like a really long year, this year was quick though.
Blah, I’m too tired for reflections. All I want to say is that the chalet was fantastic fun, let’s have another one during the holidays! Whee.
And maybe by then, I’ll have signed up to another photo hosing site which allows me to resize the pictures to my preferance >=(
This post seems rather short.
Dying Printers.
I’m scared of printers, it’s as if they have minds of their own. If you don’t feed it with paper fast enough, it goes producing really scary whirring noises, and when you try to put in the paper, it’s too late, it’s dead. Also, when it’s nearing death, it prints out gibberish, like its vomitting.
So that’s my printer - a dying animal. It’s printing rubbish. There goes my Flowers for Algernon notes. I’ll just have to hope till my heart bursts that it won’t come out as the text based question next Monday. Ugh, this is DOOMED man. If it comes out as the test based question, I’ll throw the paper onto the floor and refuse to do it. Big tantrum.
Deathnote movie is coming out soon. *dance*