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.”