shooting time!
Friday, December 23, 2005 | 2:13 PM | 0 hearts♥
i meant to write a very nice story about something that happened last night. but then when i think about it... its a rather mean story. so... i shall keep it in the back of my mind. just give a little account of what happened.well lets see... i was taking the bus back home with him when there was this group of... girls? i dont think they were even girls if i didnt see them with my own eyes.... sorry i was hallucinating. im really sorry. but you wont be reading this anyway. anyway... they were actually hyenas dressed in those giordano dry-fit shirts that costs probably 20 bucks for 3 shirts or something.. i duno... hardly been there. you see, first impressions last... and im the kind who love to stick with these memories like elephant glue. i wasnt looking at them at first cuz i was tired. couldnt bother. but i just couldnt resist sneaking a peek when they screeched with laughter ten times worse than what you hear from crows when they communicate. cuz the sounds formed a spectacular and vivid image, so sharp that blasted into my brain and kicked my sleep away, and stayed there until they went home.
hmmm and what did they do? i seriously didnt understand the mish-mash of words they were forming from their huge hyena mouths. communication between your own species is important as you can see. else you would probably get outcasted without any of your brainless companions and be reduced to those petty people who just bully people in gangs.. but when they are alone, they are actually some dust mites. no no dont insult my phone that has one on it. i shall entitle them to... something better. hyenas. well how about it! ive come back to square one! but it does make sense i suppose *muses*
anyway. they were insulting some local stars or something.. you know with all these upcoming local star idols... with their supposedly famed singing sensations... which reduces me to tears everytime i hear it... yeah... im rather sensitive... you know.. uh huh uh huh... okie back to the story. yes... they were talking about hair... some 200... some 20... i think they were saying that their cheap 20 bucks hair was much better than those for 200. CHEAP? CHEAP?!?!?! i could go to a 10 bucks one! YOU LOSE! YOU LOSER!!! YOU !@#$!!! anyway... i was so attracted... they sound like some pretty girls... with... uh... ebony silky silky long hair(translate it to chinese yourself)... gorgeous figures... just that they had hyena mouths... but... just that little part wouldnt spoil everything right? i mean... like HELLO? these are girls to die for!!!!!! *sniggers* treasure them well!!! *snorts* right.... so... i turned... abit only actually... and.. i really died. o dont grieve too much for me. grieve for them. i was shattered. broken. depressed. hopeless. despaired. no la. acutally i was just disgusted. cuz they were exactly what i thought them to be. some secondary school kids who talk big, act big, laugh like hyenas so loud that people in a 1 km radius could actually hear them. actually. one of them WAS big. so i take back my sentence about acting. she was physically big. very. and she, together with her cronies think that dressing in 20 for 3 giordano black tee looks damn cool, that 20 dollar hair should be tied into the most dangerous style you see in the streets: a ponytail. hey dont argue.. im sure you wont want to get a nice mouthful when you are behind her right? and it hurts. cuz ive gotten it before. lol. anyway... she was armed with her weapon... as usual... the hyena mouth... and she's got that kind of voice... that those old grumpy aunties selling drinks like kopi-c at the market place would quail when they hear her. and wtf is with her attitude? you think that being a secondary school student with a super big mouth wearing dumpy clothes and hanging out with your grp of friends and being so gung-ho makes you qualified to make the most kuku-est comments ive ever heard in my life about other people who are obviously so much better than you? at least, they have some sense of what to do. at least, they get to do the things they love. at least, they are MORE MATURE THAN YOU, YOU SECONDARY SCHOOL STUDENT WHO TALKS BIG AND DONT STUDY!!! but then again. probably you love to talk big. so i wont discredit you that much=)
i mean... look at you.. what right do you have to put down people who have at least tried to make their dreams come true. you are those kind who just love to sit at the sides laughing at them while doing nothing constructive really. SHAME ON YOU. and next time, shut your hyena mouth. who wants to hear it anyway? i dont.
and thats for disturbing my sleep. hmph.
i feel better all of a sudden=)
got a little sick yesterday... for no reason i suddenly got a fever. then when i was going home i became okie. when i reached the door my fever came back again. zzz so crappish. anyway there was this headache and nausea that came along with it especially last night which was very uncomfortable and it was super cold. bleargh. end of story.
now... i think i should have recovered.. but i still have that tiny bit of nausea... and headache. its very bothersome. haiz. but i hope i can survive till tmr for my ex-class christmas party... and ive finally bought a present! its... something. that i think would be appropriate to give. but the person receiving may not think. i mean... to me... it does feel a little... cheap. o man... its not like nobody going to the party tmr wont read my blog. zzz. anyway. it looks... pretty la. some kind of consolation?
i went to mini toons this afternoon after my horrible lunch. i had totally no appetitede at all and left half the food uneaten. anyway. at the store... it was totally filled with the festive atmosphere so much that i think i drowned in it. i was actually wondering why in the world was i there. as usual the shop was filled with insanely girlish stuffs that totally doesnt suit my purpose of a BISEXUAL gift for the party... and its such a ripoff with their cheap mass produced products and insane prices. anyway i got disgusted at the long line of people queuing up for their purchases.. the irritating staff who just love to bump into people saying excuse me excuse me while looking busy when they dont seem to be doing anything... the customers blocking the passageways with... whatever they possess physically. o man. save me from that crap shop. i bailed after 5 mins. yeah and the songs the shop was blasting was.. a pure headache. i mean... cant any shop get nicer, more special songs for christmas instead of i saw mummy kissing santa claus? throughout my entire life i think i must have heard it so many times along with jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle all the way~~ and etc etc. or was it jingle bells?
boy i hate festive seasons sometimes. sigh.
headache's back. shall go sleep.. uh.. yeah. k.. bye everyone. im exhausted.. haha-.- and merry christmas