Mood: Shitty
Oh and
Happy Birthday, Pecky.
The day has come.
At last, the day that has never ever occured before.
I’ve been waiting for this day.
I’ve been wondering when it would happen. Alas, it was today.
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I lost my wallet.
I knew I’d lose it sometime. KNEW IT.
After 14 years of not losing my wallet, the day was bound to come.
At least nothing really important was in it except about $20.
Calvin said, “Look on the bright side. At least you can get a new wallet now.”
And I say, “With what? No money!”
Yah, I cracked myself up with that line. Laughing at my own jokes.. Sigh.
I’ve also lost my calculator. Left it on my table in school and POOF, it ran away.
And another thing I lost: My chinese shou ce. I had to borrow Amos’s one.
I really have no idea how I’ve lost these things, because I put them back at the same place as I always do. It’s like being careless without being careless?
Sigh, apparantly if I lose something, I lose everything. Be it objects or well, everything else too.
I was screaming around, “Godamnit, some loser just stole my calculator!” but then I realised, who would steal a calculator? Unless he/she truly was a loser.
I told my family and they got huffy about it, especially my dad.
I guess I’m known to be careless like nearly-dropping-his-camera-but-didn’t-drop-it back when I was primary 3 in China, and losing my keys 10 times.
I Not Stupid Too made Lizard and me cry like gaaaah.
I kept wiping my tears away with Eunice’s jacket and Lizard was sniffing constantly.
Eunice was just laughing because she’d watched it before. So it was a little weird to cry and see Eunice laugh at the same time, because then you’d be laughing while crying. The dudes didn’t cry. I wonder what’s this dumb emotion hormone thing that is in women.
It got a little corny sometimes, but when Jerry stealing money thing just to buy time with his parents scene came on, Lizard went like, snniifff.
And the other time when the dude’s father fended off the guys who were beating up his son and fell on his head. Bloody hell, I thought he died then and there. Tearing all over. But he lived. And then died, of course.
Jerry pretty much looked stoned throughout. I wonder if he’s meant to look like that. But he looked really stoned, on heroin or something. Even when he kissed the girl, he somehow just managed to keep his face with that ready-to-drool expression.
Plus, he looked like one of my kindergarten classmates.
His name was Yan Bing, or Yan-something if I’m not wrong.
He used to pick his nose, even out the wrinkles on my bedsheet with his hands [come to think of it.. Gross] when I was in the toilet and taught me how to swim without a float.
In other words, the only non-obnoxious and not-too-gross dude in my class who was my friend. I wondered what happened to him while watching Jerry onscreen. Kindergarten was fun.
Anyway.
Colin talked the most. He’s actually pretty entertaining to talk to. Back then, when I said hi, he’d mumble some shit I couldn’t hear. Now he’s jumping all over the place, talking about horror movies and joking. I was thinking, Oh my god!
He has this funny paranoia that he thinks he looks fat and ugly.
Hello boy, fat and ugly will equal to um.. Let’s see..
C’mon lah, don’t tell me you look like that.
Then, wallet was lost. Doom music.
Eunice actually seemed more panicked than I was.
She’s such a good friend that way. Is so nice to talk to Lizard, Eunice and Dee whenever you’re upset because they can put things in perspective, because usually when you’re upset, you’re pretty much hysterical and not thinking straight. Plus, they care. Thanks for talking to me when I was pissed off that day.
Okay, that was out of the blue. Back to the mission of finding the lost wallet…
Eunice, Calvin and Pecky went back with me to find it. That woman kept making me walk back and forth, god knows why. But didn’t find it anyway. So, what could we do. Oh wells. Shit happens.
We kinda tried to sabo Lizard and Colin when we got back, but they spotted us. Aw shucks.
Saw a dog which looked like a mini lion. SO KEEWWWTTT.
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I’m trying to read Prozac Nation, and god does it suck. I can’t bear to read another page, it’ll just release another tidal wave of black gothy depression upon me everytime I turn a page.
I have to finish reading it because I paid for it, but aarrgghh. Maybe I require some sense of depression to understand the book, but I just don’t.
So all I’m reading is, “I don’t want to move. I want to die. The icy grip of darkness clutches me,” repeated throughout the entire book except with different variations of it.
There isn’t much of a story except about, well, the icy grip of darkness that clutches her.
What makes it so annoying is that the last few pages were the climax, where she attempted but failed suicide.
Thus, the last 2 pages stated how right after the suicide, she suddenly felt depressed no more! Due to Prozac and probably suicide, she states. I wasted my time reading the book only to find that she just snorted some new found drug which made her happy and everything was alright after all.
What’s she saying, that after suicide only will your depression go away? Only pills will prevent you from slipping into depression?
…..
Yeah maybe.
She’s wallowing in self-pity throughout the entire book, or maybe that’s just depression.
Her book on depression makes me depressed. Um. Hawhawhawhawhaw.
Speaking of which, I failed Chinese. 23/50.
Also, on the way to the bus stop, Aiyan, Julien and I saw a cat lying on the sidewalk.
We thought it was just sleeping, but we realised..
One of its eyes were popped out of its socket.
There were ants swarming all over the eye too. It’s dead, duh. God, what happened? Maybe a car drove over it and the pressure made its eye pop.. But then again, it’s lying on the sidewalk, not the road.
We were be-bloody-wildered.
I’m already pissed off enough with shit happening in my life, to top it all off I lost my stuff, saw an eyeball of a dead cat and failed Chinese.
Damn am I in a shitty mood.