07 July 2006
shanshan likes to stick scochtape / sticky tape on her eyelids , believing that it makes her eyes much bigger . actually , it does lah . it just looks odd on everybody else . and newsflash friends , the current hip and happening way to pronounce natalie is net-teh-lee . oh yeah baby .
chinese oral was freakish , and i guess hilarious from an outsiders point of view .
examiner : so . do you like your teachers ?
me : uh . i like some , but i dislike some as well
examiner : oh ? why do you dislike them ?
me : uhh . because they dislike me ?
examiner : HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
me : shit .
and i got stalked / hit on ( i think ) by this old guy swigging a bottle of very expensive one dollar and eighty five cents root beer with the glass bottle that he plans to take home to use as a vase in the mrt while waiting for jasmine honey . in that very much one sided conversation , i heard more than i cared about how teenagers today are just so out-of-the-tracks , and how effectively bilingual he is , and how much of a law abiding citizen he is , and how he saw teenagers groping each other in the pool a few years ago , and miss tammy from nyp and how he watched the clip on his mobile phone and how gross he found it . oh yeah and his opinions on BGR and PDA . like , oh my gawd . someone come save me ! and i couldnt message for help cause the phone battery was flat , like wtf . and now , for the grand finale :
the weird guy : so , do you have any siblings ?
me : uh , can i not tell you ?
the weird guy : why dont want to tell uncle ?
me : um , cause my mummy told me not to speak to strangers ( hey it was the first thing that popped into my head )
the weird guy : ho . so you dont want to talk to uncle is it ? its okay , i go off now . HMMPH .
and then he left in a huff , thank god . its like a scene out of one of those protect yourself against potential molesters or baddies created for primary school kids , yknw those anti " come , uncle give you a sweet " thing . my goodness , i have no idea why this type of things always happen to me .
oh yes , a certain lit teacher made me and shan cab back to my place , pick up the laptop , and rush back just so our group can present our presentation . ten dollars and ninety cents later , it turned out that we had no chance to present . god , the angst . i could do so much with that money okay ! like maybe lunch at pastamania instead of the food court with jasmine honey today .
i'm better already friends , so dont worry too much about me . plenty of sleep and time will help ease the weird-ness of it all , and it wont be long until i'm back to normal again . i'll still shine , no worries . i love you guys , each and every single one of you so very much , and thank you for loving me . but i'm sorry that i couldnt congratulate all of you properly that day , so i'll do it now . i'm very proud of all you guys , really . youre all gonna do well in whatever posts youre in , and if things crop up , or youre low on morale , i'll always be there for you . its gonna be a hard year ahead , and we'll all work hard , together , hand in hand . the long coveted prize , the GWH , is waiting , at the end of the road , and its ours for keeps . all these , came from the bottom of my heart , its all genuine , and i meant each and every single word of it .
god , i'm sick of the joy luck club . seriously .