Monday, May 30, 2005
I woke up at 8.30 this morning because of an ex-co meeting. It was supposed to be at 10 but everybody seemed late so it started like half an hour later. Me and dinah were the first ones to come okay! We met azizi in the library. He was playing internet games which were... juvenile, to say the least. But he's still funny all the same. Whatever he does, he's still funny. Ok, ok enough.
The meeting was supposed to be in the resource/conference/meeting/whatever room but there was this group of students in it. So we were standing at the entrance right, and suddenly they were all like, " Oh, did you book the room? Did you book the room?" Why? Is it your father's library? Did YOU fucking book the room? I don't think so!
Oh i forgot! It's your grandfather's uncle's hamster's library so NO, it is perfectly alright for you to use the room without booking and then refuse to let people who have much more need to use the room bloody USE it, and what's more, ask incessant questions some more. Shit my sentences are becoming longer and longer. Must cut down.
But then, in the face of utter stupidity, one does get caught up in it too.
After the meeting accompanied ain to go make her ic. Being the procrastinator that she is, she left it to the very last day. Ate at magic wok in novena square before that. The fried chicken kway teow there is so nice. I can eat it seven days straight every week and still not get sick of it.
Wanted to get some gelato but... due to unstable financial conditions, decided not to. The gelato there is relatively cheap at 2.80 for regular. And you can get two flavours! And it's fat-free! [not entirely but 90++%, way better than ice-cream]
Maybe it was just our luck that day, but we ran into some rather detestable characters just now. First was this group of girls... with moustaches! You know how sometimes facial hair can get the better of you and you get this slight moustache on your upper lip? I'm talking to the girls obviously. What do you do? When it gets unruly [read:bush city], you shave duh! Or depilate! Or something!
But these girls. Not only do they have moustaches... eh wait, not that i have anything against girls with moustaches because most of them haven't found fault with me, i just happened to have a run-in with this extremely unpleasant group of girls who just happen to be moustached.
Anyway.
Not only do they have moustaches, they think they are so pretty! They are Chinese, but act like they are Japanese. They were wearing that typical Jap-style, with tight jeans, colourful cardigans, closed-toe flats and whatnot. And they were so.. so.. act pretty! Step jambu! Buay tahan man.
They were staring at me like I'm getting on their tits when I swear I did not do anything to provoke them whatsoever. I know you are just so jealous that I don't have such an obvious moustache and you do but come on, you don't have to make it so obvious! These people should really learn how to mask their envy a little. But then again, at least they acknowledge my moustache-less-ness.
Okay, seriously. You think I so scared hah stare at me? Kanina go and die ah.
Then the one queuing to take photo took hers and they went off. I thought, okay fine, end of story, no more irritating Jap posers. But no, they came back! To do what? Snigger at ain having her photo taken! At first ain saw them coming back, so she said, "Omg they're back." And they heard apparently, so they mimicked her,"Omg they're baaaack."
Obviously they couldn't think of a comeback so they had to resort to mimicking people's lines. How pathetic. Too bad we didn't take a picture of you or I will really give you a cyber-thrashing. Fucking Jap sluts. Fucking Jap sluts with moustaches! Go hide in a corner and comb your moustache!
They were fucking sniggering while ain had her photo taken lah! What's your problem? And they were short too. While they were sniggering and giggling one of them gave me that head to toe glance and man, I just felt like grabbing the nearby dustbin and shoving it up her Jap poser ass.
Then they finally left us in peace. They obviously are so fascinated with the process of making and paying for an ic that all of them were crowding at the counter. They were practically scrambling onto the counter lah! Imagine them actually getting the ic itself. They'd probably be jumping onto the school's office counter and screaming for joy at actually having touched an ic.
Irritating like fuck.
Then there was this girl who was with her ang moh boyfriend. Not that I'm jealous that she has an ang moh boyfriend, I'm quite happy with my Bangladeshi one. Her boyfriend is not even cute! Why was she getting on my nerves then? Because she was acting cute in front of her boyfriend! It is one thing acting cute in front of general public, but it is another thing acting cute in front of your guy! Why would you even want to act in front of him??
There she was making doe-eyed faces at him and striking different coy positions and sticking her tongue out at him. It's so bloody act cute I can't stand it. I don't know, maybe having a girlfriend who acts cute turns him on, but if I do that to my guy he'll probably think I've turned psycho or something.
What an experience. It was all irritating, but kind of funny at the same time.
I've noticed that Malay youths are getting more corrupted than ever. We took the train from Lavender to city hall and there was this whole group of civil defence guys with this small group of three guys and two girls. They look like they're only 20, but the level of corruption they're in... It's so bad. They stank of cigarette smoke and they all had numerous tattoos. There was a couple in the group, and knowing these kind of people, they've obviously done it before lah.
It was just so bad me and ain were reeling from the shock. I'm not saying we are angles or anything, but seriously. Just go to orchard road and I bet there are these people everywhere. Sad thing is, most of them are malay.
I swear I will never, ever, become anything like one of these girls because I know my mum didn't give birth to me to commit a slow suicide by chain-smoking, tattooing myself, engaging in pre-marital sex and basically being a polar opposite of what my mum raised me to be.
Ah. So sad.
Okay, enough blogging already.
funkadelic @ 5:06 AM
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