Oh?
My GP teacher is so apt.
I wrote a fatass answer to the question.
Instead of critiquing my answer and perhaps suggesting what’s wrong with it, she simply wrote:
“Oh?”
And slapped a big fat C at the top.
I don’t really mind the C, but I mind the “Oh?”
What the hell does “Oh?” mean?
That has got to be the shortest, most sweeping and unspecific comment ever made by a teacher on an essay.
Rant
“Up to you.”
“Up to you guys.”
“Whatever that is fine with you all.”
“Dunno, what did the others say?”
“You all discuss first then get back to me, k?”
“Just tell me the confirmed details, k?”
Qn. What do all the above sentences have in common?
Ans. They reek of the same kind of disgusting, incredibly irritating irresponsibility and indecisiveness.
I always seem to be stuck with the shitty role of meticulously asking everyone whether they’re able to come out for an outing. “Any suggestions?” I would ask about the venue. “Up to you all lor,” they say. Well, if every single one of you say that, then there isn’t really a “you all” is there?
Will you pussies please have the guts and decisiveness to make a simple decision like a venue? I don’t need definitive answers, just something that I can work with. Since no one ever comes up with a place or timing, I usually end up picking the place, like Taka for example. Guess what the responses are?
“Huh. Takashimaya ah, so lame leh…”
“Taka? Can go somewhere more happening?”
“Can go somewhere else?”
WELL.
I give up.
They also seem to love to ask, “Who else is going?”
Well, if everyone doesn’t confirm if they’re going and yet asks that question, then there isn’t a fucking answer, is there?
Irresponsibility and indecisiveness are really annoying attributes to possess. They don’t do anything but piss people off, especially me.
So people, next time you wanna hang out… Please just suggest at least SOMETHING unless you want shit spewed all over you.
Another irritating thing is that 6 or 5 pointers seem to be aiming to go to ACJC.
No offense 6 or 5 pointers, but this is a desperate plea. Please don’t steal the places in ACJC! Ugh I just really, really want to get in there, and I don’t want to have to compete with 6 or 5 pointers when they are easily sail into NJC or TJC. I mean, come on, give people like me a chance. Geez.
End of rant.
Crazy
HAH, forget about yesterday’s entry man!
Migraine’s gone and appetite’s back!
English: A1
English Literature: A1
Comb Humans: A2 (In your face, YBL)
Math: A1
A Math: A1
Physics: A2 (!!)
Chemistry: A2 ( 
)
Chinese: C5 (WHO CARES?)
L1R5 (Raw): 8
L1R5 (Net): 7
I’m really happy for everyone who got the points they wanted to get, especially Teng Hui! So proud of you!
So if there are any secondary 4 students reading this, I’ll tell you this: It is possible!
I was actually late for my Lit paper and still manage to get an A1, so it really is possible.
Plus, my combined humanities were the pits. I kept getting 3/10 for Geography map reading and I didn’t even know what ‘levels’ were in Social Studies SBQ 2 months before the exam.
If ACJC doesn’t accept me… adjhjerhgrjkghkrjhgrwtf.
As Lizard said, I need to leave SAJC for nearer pastures. Traffic at Potong Pasir is horrendous – I can practically travel to Malaysia by plane with the amount of time spent on being stuck in traffic.
I was so anxious and scared shitless that I didn’t eat for 20 hours. I don’t know why people eat when they’re depressed or anxious – I lose my appetite, and I sleep a lot. Anyway, right after getting back the results, I was craving for chocolate, so I ate 2 packets of Twix and a shitload of Japanese food. Yummy chocolate-y goodness.
Time to eat!
Crazy
Okay, I’m really going nuts…
Everything is just so bloody overwhelming – Heath Ledger, Uncle Ron, my migraine, the stupid virus on MSN which is spreading to everyone and I can’t get rid of it, skipping school, people getting arrested for crashing SA, braces, birthdays, hair which is so damn frizzy now that it looks like Ugly Betty’s, that stupid stupid guy, seeing my friends tomorrow, GP teacher, lunch, dinner, food, blocked ear… And most of all, the O level results.
Shit, I mean, there can only be so many people who can get 6-9 raw points. What the hell was I thinking, how the hell can I be one of them? The more I think about it, the more I realized that I just bloody screwed up. It’s just like Chinese O’s again – worked so damn hard for a C5. Fuck. Hard work doesn’t seem to work out very well for me during crunch time. My dream of going to AC seems to be slipping [AC is near and that means no ERP. Haha]. And I’m not one of those shitheads who whine about how they’re gonna screw up but end up getting straight As – I’m really starting to think that I screwed up.
Shit shit shit. I’m in it and my head’s full of it.
God, I just really hate this awful feeling. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow, I don’t want to see my friends, I don’t want to see happy and sad faces, I just want to sleep for a week. It’s an awful thing to admit, but I just want to dissolve and float into the stars somewhere. For the entire day I just closed my eyes and thought about the stars and planets and the nothingness below me. I picture this scene which I dreamed of long ago – outer space. Then I open my eyes and I see that I’m still anchored to the Earth, placed in a tiny room with people.
But I’m not in outer space and chances are that I never will be, so I just gotta suck it up and face the stupid O level results. I know that it’s just a piece of paper and that the JC that you go to doesn’t really matter as long as you get your ass to university [that's my case], but I’m so damn scared of seeing shit results produced from hard work. It really is a shit feeling.
Plus, this MSN virus is really bugging me. And this stupid migraine too. I wish I could tilt my head to the side and drain out the stupid migraine. And I wish I could yank the brackets off my teeth too. Metal and latex don’t belong in the mouth.
Another thing that shocked me today was this game that my Chinese teacher played with us today.
It’s called Tong Ku De You Xi (translation: Emotionally Painful Game) We each had to list out 5 of the most important things in our lives (Family, friends, love, chocolates, etc) And slowly, we had to sacrifice 4 items. The whole aim of the exercise was to help us realize that we shouldn’t take things for granted and stuff like that.
So quite a number of them included God as one of their important items, all of us included family and friends in our choices too. I guess what shocked me was that when it came down to choosing only 1 item out of the 5, most of them chose God over family. I suppose that’s what the religion preaches, but I was quite shocked at how… I dunno, firm their decision was, no hesitation at all.
I can’t imagine choosing anything else over family, maybe it’s because I’m not able to understand the whole bigger-than-life concept… But… Choosing God over your family, what did it exactly mean? Did it mean sacrificing your family member’s health for a church session or prayer? Did it mean detachment from your family? I don’t know, but it honestly really frightened me.
Also, we were studying a poem during Lit class. The poem is by a local, he’s Malay and he’s a homosexual – Alfian Sa’at. We didn’t know that he was a homosexual at first – until the teacher started telling us more about him.
Teacher: Whose impression of him has changed after I mentioned that he was gay?
What shocked me was that easily half the class, or three-quarters of it, raised their hands. Well okay, what did I expect, they’re Christians. But it really was an awesome poem, so I thought that it was a real, real shame that his talent should be overshadowed or overlooked by his sexual orientation.
Sigh.. Okay, now I’m planning to sleep off my migraine till 12pm tomorrow, so I can spend less time awake feeling anxious and shitted.
Self-Confessed Shallowness
I’m really, really angry.
As much as I would like to think that most Singaporean teenagers are mature and understand that the phrase “beauty is only skin deep” is true, I was wronged yesterday.
I don’t fucking understand why people simply can’t believe me when I say that being attracted to males for their character happens all the time, regardless of their looks.
They think that I’m lying. The concept of liking someone for their character is too idealistic and abstract to them. Apparently in their dictionary, only “hot” people are worth wooing and worshiping.
I would like to say, once and for all, that these people are fucking sad.
It’s not about “lowering my standards” or being “desperate” or being “jealous of hot people”, as what most people would think. I’m sure a lot of people will retaliate by saying, “Oh, that’s because you’re totally fugly, Julia. No wonder you’re standing up for the fugly community *snort snort*,” which will be the lamest retaliation I’ll ever hear, by the way, so don’t bother typing that down if something along that line is brewing in your mind already.
[Digressing a little: Speaking of "insults" like the one above, I notice that in Singapore, sticking up for a cause or community that you're not actually part of is considered aberrant. It was just like when I stood up for gay rights. People said, "Julia, you're not even a lesbian, why do you care?"
Well, that's like saying you don't give a shit about the tsunami because it didn't happen to you.]
The idea of being attracted to someone for their character is not as abstract or ridiculous as you may think.
To be honest, I’ve had crushes on a lot of guys who were not conventionally “handsome”. You know why? Because they were actually nice. sincere. intelligent. people. Wow, never heard that one before, have you.
I cannot possibly emphasize any more that this is the raw, bare truth in my perspective (that looks are not the top priority)
This is not an idealistic or unrealistic idea that I have, this is the truth because these are honestly the instinctive feelings that come to me when I’m facing such a situation.
I’m not denying that I’ve had crushes on “hot” dudes before. However, after realizing that they (Not all, of course, some) have the “Dang, I’m so hot I could pick up any girl I want!” mindset, to be honest, they really do become, well, ugly people to me. Without changing their physical appearance. I don’t know about you, but the ugliness really does ooze out and poisons himself. No matter how apparently good-looking they are, they will always become physically unattractive to me forever. My sister can definitely vouch for that, haha.
For instance, there was once when I showed a picture of my crush to my tuition mates.
They laughed like crazy. My crush looked like a horse, apparently.
“It’s not about the looks,” I sighed.
“Yeah, it’s DEFINITELY not about the looks,” snorted one of them.
What I think most people fail to understand is that to me, people do become physically attractive to me through their personality, even without altering their physical appearance. It shows through, it really does. I don’t force myself to see it, it simply just happens. I’m not lying – it honestly happens.
I pity those who are unable to experience it.
I honestly can’t imagine a life with the primary aim to fulfill material wants, to let material wants drown me, be it chasing after “hot” dudes/girls or purchasing the latest $800 bag. I just can’t imagine not being able to see inner beauty, or to ignore the fact that most of the $800 goes to advertising and profit – I think my body would just be an empty exterior with a clockwork mind.
Christ, I’m so frustrated that I’m crying right now.
You know what the funny thing is?
The ones who are dissing these so-called “horrifically ugly” people end up shooting themselves in the foot.
One acquaintance said that being short is equivalent to having “no hope” in the BGR world.
The ironic thing is that he himself is short. Shorter than me, in fact, and I’m only 1.6m.
I guess what triggered me to finally write a post like this was yesterday/today.
I’ve been trying to suppress my feelings for a long time now, but this was the last straw.
My friend, Elizabeth, stood up for the same issue my post is concerning. Of course, I didn’t expect any converts, but what I didn’t expect was the number of retaliations which were not even constructive, simply air-headed and bitchy. Such as a threat to post her pictures up on the internet (which are already posted in her blog anyway, so huh?), saying that she’s “horrifically ugly” and such, coupled with lines like “you have no right to classify people yourself.” Come on, you have got to be kidding me.
They deliberately ignored the point she was trying to make and focused on the holes in her argument instead.
Apparently, Elizabeth also doesn’t have the right to speak up because she’s from Swiss Cottage Secondary School, a school with no class.
[Hill Billy accent] Aw gee, I suppose that makes me dang stoopid too, seeing that I’m from Tanjong Katong Secondary, guh shucks.
To paraphrase, according to them, the entire student body – in each neighbourhood school – is unable to muster up enough class to match their little pinky. Our APPARENT inability to afford Comme de Garcons products, our APPARENT inability to converse in good English and our APPARENT inability to stuff ourselves into one of those classy schools automatically classifies under the “I’m way too hot for you” category.
I emphasize on “APPARENT” because they were all sweeping statements and judgments, unsupported by real evidence, not just meeting some people who speak Mandarin more than English because trust me, there are people like that in every school.
Another funny thing is that with my PSLE score, I could’ve easily gotten into that particular school they keep claiming that is “hot” and full of classy girls. Elizabeth could’ve easily gotten in as well. Would they be worshiping the very ground I step on now if I chose that school as my first choice instead? That would be the most ridiculous, clockwork attribute I’ll have ever discovered in a human being (so far, that is)
Myopically judgmental, and they’re damn proud of it.
Amazing, this is the first time I’ve ever seen people proud of being shallow.
By the way, just because one girl told you that looks are her top priority doesn’t mean it applies to every other female, I can definitely vouch for that. Looks are not what “everybody wants”, as alien and contrived as it may sound. You may label her as a brave and honest human being, but she sure as hell isn’t a smart one (And I don’t mean academically either)
Speaking of which, I’m seeing a lot of these proud-to-be-stupid people nowadays.
Okay, I think I’m digressing a bit.
Proclaiming to the world that you love to indulge in discriminating hoards of people with sweeping labels and indulging in the material world doesn’t make you a brave person – it simply makes you a self-confessed shallow person.
Yay/Ugh
Lizard has been complaining that I haven’t updated for 10 days, but I’m currently writing a very meaningful post which requires thinking and time! So this is just a filler.
Well, I just realized that I haven’t spoken about my experience at SAJC. One thing I didn’t expect was meeting so many people who looked like people in TK. My OGL had an uncanny resemblance to my ex, so looking at him felt very odd. One guy in my OG looked like a jerk [I shan't name who] in TK, but fortunately this guy’s a million times nicer, and loads more. It was like in the twilight zone.
Fortunately I met some super duper nice people in my OG (OG2).
I wasn’t aware of how nice they were until I got grouped into my class, because frankly, there are some class bitches. Here’s one experience:
My new found friend, Priscilla (hi!!) and I were looking for our form teacher who asked the class to meet her at one of the blocks after class. Unfortunately, being SAJC-noobs, we got lost so we missed the talk. We managed to bump into a 2 or 3 of our classmates, so this is how it went.
Me: Hey, you guys are our classmates, right?
Cold Hard Bitch 1 (CHB 1): *lifts handphone, ignores me and walks off*
Cold Hard Bitch 2 (CHB 2): Um, yah.
Me: What did the teacher say?
CHB 2: She’s still there. *points*
Sigh. How?
What I couldn’t believe was what CHB 1 did. I understand if you’re about to call someone so you won’t be able to talk to me, but at least acknowledge me? No glance, no acknowledgment, nothing. This is the first time I’ve ever spoken to someone and got so incredibly ignored. She literally treated me like a ghost.
Maybe I’m overreacting, but I thought it was bloody rude of her to not even look at the person who’s talking to her.
Of course, a lot of bitchy remarks sprung to my mind, like, “What, not pretty enough for you to speak to issit?” etc. Haha. I think that made me realize how friendly the people were in OG2
So.. I’m stuck with a shitty class.
I miss OG2 Fortunately most people in the OG seem to hate their classes too so we’re still sticking together, for now at least.
I’m also feeling very exasperated with people who keep dissing the Arts stream in my face, as if Arts students chose to do Arts because they had no choice, which in fact is the total opposite. It’s a known fact that every JC has more Science classes than Arts classes, but I didn’t really feel the impact until I actually stepped into a JC. The ratio of Science to Arts classes was like, 4:1, so I was pretty shocked I guess.
One more time someone tells me Science > Arts, I’m gonna slap his/her face.
I’m also pretty happy with Literature because we’re studying the interesting books (Othello! Brave New World! 1984! etc), not stuff like “Fistful of Colours” (Alamak!) The other subjects seem pretty alright too, I’m not too sure about Econs though. I have a feeling that it’s gonna be one of those subjects which I’ll stab my pen at, but we’ll see.
:(
Hmm, I didn’t do anything meaningful for the countdown.
I was just kinda watching videos on the laptop until my sister told me it’s the new year over Skype, so I was like, “Oh. Happy new year,” and she was like, “Yah you too,” and I went back to watching videos.
What originally was supposed to be 6 people dwindled down to 3 people [Sarah, Yap Seng and me] today at Aston’s, but it was fine.
Conversation inevitably turned to [censored], as always. Haha, I think if I ever have any questions about [censored], I can always turn to Yap Seng.
Realizing that it was the last time I was ever going to see them [besides the release of O level results] just made me feel so depressed! I never knew that I was going to feel depressed because I always thought that I felt rather apathetic towards TK and my class… But today was like, BAM. I realized that I was really, really going to miss the [censored] conversations with them because I don’t think that I’ll find anyone in SAJC who will be open enough to talk about that kind of stuff with me, especially dudes.
So I was hugging them goodbye, and for a split second I felt totally insane because I didn’t ever want to let them go!
There was this sudden burst of crazy feelings, I can’t quite put my finger on it.
It was the kind of like, I-wanna-hug-you-and-never-let-go-until-I-stop-breathing-and-turn-to-dust-like-Quasimodo-and
-Esmeralda-in-the-Notre-Dame-de-Paris-movie feeling. And I never even had that kind of feeling with my ex-boyfriends.
But of course the hugs only lasted like, 10 seconds, so I was really sad and depressed during the train ride home. I know that I’m not a very important person in their lives because they have their own close friends and I have mine, but I’ll really miss them a lot. Sarah, Amalina, Sue Ann, Teng Hui, Yap Seng, Haniel, I’ll totally miss you people, even if you might not miss me. I didn’t have a huge social life during my secondary 3 and 4 years so I guess it’s pretty safe to name names 
As for the rest of the class and school… Meh.
I’ve been tagging a couple of questions on the SAJC orientaion site but no one is answering them. I need answers, babeh.
Ominous.
Oh FUG, I just realized that the person I longed the most to get away from in TK is coming to SAJC too.
Fug face, fug personality, fug everything. He oozes of fug. Spongebob Fugpants [sorry, recycled joke]
Oh why oh why…
Plus, the new principal of SAJC is the old principal of Crescent Girls’, who happened to be my sister’s principal back in Crescent. Oh no.
Long story short, lots of drama happened between my sis and the principal. I’m guessing that if my sister didn’t like her, I won’t be liking her much either.
Oh no, with all these ominous signs popping up… Sigh.
I’m expecting to have a bad orientation experience
Bad Hair Day.
Aiyah what a rubbishy, uncomfortable day.
Sorry for the superficial whining, I am aware that there are currently kids in Africa starving, but sometimes…
1. Bad hair day. I hate bad hair days, because they’re really bad. It goes poofy and shapeless and irritatingly thick when it’s humid.
2. Appealed to ACJC today. I forgot to bring my passport sized photograph. Dad got pissed off and had to drive home and drive back. I asked the guy in charge of the inquiries table whether I could fill out the online form first while waiting for Dad to come back – the guy said that the photograph actually wasn’t that important. So I got my Dad grumpy for nothing.
3. Told Dad that I had to wait for Denise to arrive so that she could give me an A4 sized envelope, which I thought was required. Dad groaned. Got him even more grumpy for nothing because in the end, I didn’t need the envelope anyway. I hate getting my Dad grumpy because he doesn’t seem to understand that I try really hard not to get him grumpy all the time – but somehow I just screw up some details.
4. Bad hair day. ARGH!
5. Got carsick, which is a first. Usually when I see people get carsick, I think that they’re just weird, I mean, how can you feel nauseous from a tamed car ride? But now I understand. Plus, I felt sleepy so I tried to sleep in the car, but I just couldn’t. Sleepy man = Angry man.
6. Met Eunice’s guy friends (Lippy, Gibby and Matty. Okay it’s Lip Men, Gibson and Ming Jun, just trying to make them rhyme), which was rather awkward because they seemed intimidated by us, either that or they were very shy. I don’t really get it, not trying to generalize here, but I thought dudes were more extroverted when it comes to meeting girls. I mean come on la, we’re not aliens.
7. BAD HAIR DAY!!!
8. BAD HAIR DAY!!!
Highlights of the day:
1. Lizard lent me “Mein Kampf” by Adolf Hitler! Yay!
I’m very fed up with people who keep dismissing him, they don’t seem to want to know his point of view after knowing the general fact that he murdered thousands of Jews (Yes, I’m aware of the sinful enormity of it). Murderers and criminals may have done things which earned them their title, but I think we shouldn’t define them or their lives by their mistakes. Imagine having your whole life just being about the one mistake you made, no matter how disastrous the mistake was.
Similarly, I don’t think we should define Hitler by his murders. I mean, he practiced antisemitism, which is we now find despicable. But he had so many supporters, hundreds back then. Why? Don’t you want to know why? Why did he develop this mindset, why did so many people follow him, etc. Why did he do what he did? Murderers have a point of view too, and I think if we want to learn and move on, we have to understand it.
Sometimes when I mention Hitler, some friends would say, “To hell with that guy, I don’t care about him. He killed so many people, blah blah blah.”
Oh my god, just. SHUT. UP.
I’m not saying that I support his killings, I obviously do not. But it happened – it’s history, it’s a fact, and there’s no point in hating a dead guy.
All we can do now is try to understand him, or at least acknowledge his point of view, in order to move on. But obviously some people don’t want to move forward.
Okay.. Sorry, it’s been a long day.
2. I got a nice Republic Poly goodie bag.
3. Going to China (Shanghai) for 7 days! Long story short, I’m happy to go.
Bleh. Bad hair days…
Un-happening Happenings
Okay, my holidays haven’t been as happening as others’.
No jobs, no clubbing, no smoking, etc. I don’t get why everyone’s out there looking for a job, I just feel that it’s too soon.
Usually when people ask me why I don’t have a job, I just say that I’m lazy in order to end the conversation. But it’s pointless to me, actually. I mean, Enjoy the holidays, people! You’ve got the next 40 years to work! What’s the rush?
The most happening thing that happened was discovering my old crush’s blog.
Filled with all sorts of intelligent posts, no less. He even posted an entry in some foreign language which I’m unable to identify. Probably Spanish.
And apparently he speaks Tamil too.
The manner in which he types is poetic too, very prose-like.
Which makes me feel even more wtf-ish, I mean, he even exudes intelligence 10 times more than me in everyday routines! Gah!
Another happening thing that happened was making a huge mistake of watching the movie, Fred Claus.
Every time I watch a stupid movie, I promise myself never to watch those kind of movies again.
But I always give it a chance the next time, and I end up promising myself the same promise again.
Like Doctor Doolittle, Norbit, White Chicks, Dodgeball, Little Man, those crazy movies.
They always involve this “funny” bit – A kick/punch/hit in the nuts, proceeded by a twisted, agonized expression, howling and slumping to the ground.
I don’t get what’s so funny about punching a guy in the nuts. It looks painful. Pain is not funny.
Another thing these movies use for humour is fat people. Or short people. Or any kind of person that doesn’t fit into society’s code of beauty.
It’s funny to see a fat person try to get laid, or a short person punching a tall dude’s nuts.
Oh and these movies use hot girls as sex targets too, totally brings across the message of equality *rock on*
Another mistake I made was watching Beowulf.
Snort. Here’s the most ridiculous scene ever:
[Beowulf is fighting a dragon which is destroying the village. Long story short, after lots of extraordinary, fancy schmancy kung fu moves later, Beowulf managed to hook himself onto the dragon by dangling from a chain tied around the dragon's neck. Aim: Stab the dragon's heart which is located in the neck in order to kill it, duh]
Dragon: *breathes fire onto Beowulf’s wife and mistress, that’s right, MISTRESS. Mistress and wife are pals*
Beowulf: NUUUUUU!
[Beowulf then uses his SWORD (take note of sword) and penetrates the dragon's skin, but the sword can't reach the heart!]
Beowulf: *grunts*
Wife and Mistress: AHHH!
[Beowulf then heroically SLICES OFF HIS ARM, the armour lets him dangle from the chain still, but now he can reach further, see. He swings in. He can't reach!]
Beowulf: *grunts*
[Totally frustrated now, Beowulf chucks away his sword (or maybe the dragon swiped it, I forgot) In one final, desperate attempt...]
Beowulf: I.. *pants* AM.. *pants* BEOWUULLLFFFFF!!
[Despite not being able to reach the heart even with a sword and arm intact, HE MANAGES TO GRAB THE HEART WITH HIS BARE HANDS!]
Dragon: *dies, dissolves into the sea*
Beowulf: *dies. Not sure why. Fatigue maybe?*
Total wtf. He couldn’t reach the heart with a sword and couldn’t even reach it when he sliced off his arm.
AND HE COULD’VE GRABBED IT WITH HIS BARE HANDS ALL ALONG?! The laws of physics simply do not apply here.
Liz, Dee and I were the only ones laughing hysterically at the scene, I couldn’t believe that everyone else looked so serious!
How could you keep a straight face at such a scene?!
There were a bunch of other likewise funny bits in the movie, which weren’t meant to be funny.
Like Beowulf repeating this line, “I.. AM.. BEOWUULLFF!” about 10 times every time he’s about to face an enemy. K, I know who you are, thanks.
Another important discovery I made was that a building actually needs 4 Starbucks outlets.
In one tower alone, Suntec City has 4 Starbucks outlets! Plus other cafes as well!
Is walking one level up or down too much of a hassle to get coffee? Apparently so.
Starbucks is ridiculously overpriced too. Ridiculously. Sorry, I’m a Starbucks noob, I haven’t been there often. But I don’t need to be a frequent customer to know that it’s ridiculous when the price of one small Mango juice is equivalent to one small Ice Chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate chips included.
Mango Juice = Ice Chocolate + Whipped cream + chocolates chips?!
I don’t mean to be a stickler for prices, but is that insane or what?
And don’t give me all the “Oh ‘cos it’s ice blended and the mangoes were grown in the fertile, bountiful soil of sunny Hawaii…”, come on. Mango juice is mango juice.
Whatever, maybe I’m not posh enough to appreciate ridiculously overpriced drinks.
I think my own self-brewed hot Milo is good enough for me.
Speaking of which, yummy! Milo time!