enough with all the recent serious posts. let's have something light today.
first of all it's Jenny's birthday today and i don't know if she'll ever check this blog but
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! welcome to the 18's. hehe.
okay, now i shall go on and bore you with every single detail of my yesterday.
i woke up in my sister's room again. this time it's not because of my messy room (how do you sleep on a bed piled with heaps of clothes?) but my allergy. that's right, the allergen is in my room. i hate to say this but my mom was right. my room is like a muzeum of all sorts of pathogens.
i've been waking up all by myself for the past few days. no alarm clock and no mother screaming. so kiang. if this were a wacky tv script,
my mom would say
"daughter, i'm so proud of you, you are finally growing up."
and i would say
"siaw."
i don't understand why my mother is the kind that would let us have burgers and fries for breakfast.
i also don't understand why my mother would think that just because it's raining, we have to rush, just because it's raining there will be traffic jam. WHY? is it true? but even if you stress about what can you do? you still end up caught in the jam right? why rush then? why not relax, grow less grey hair, enjoy breakfast more, no need to scream at the children. children have fragile souls you know. must treat them with tlc. and i am a child. YES.
and then i finally got to school. i had an exam, it was Literature day! i love literature. "ET TU BRUTE!" yeah, that's the only line i know from Julius Caesar. so much for the love. payling kept saying to herself "die lo, die lo, die lo, die la, die la, never mind la, give up la," but after ten times of that, she was still holding on to her book, die hard. die hard. caesar died hard.
Sky bumped into me and my pencil case dropped. after a long smirk, he refused to pick it up and left me there being laughed by everyone who saw (witnesses: payling, jenny and shenny). i dont like him very much. (the truth is I bumped into him). what? funny kah? i didn't say you laughed.
sitting in a damn huge hall with not enough air conditioners to write a 2 hour 2x900words essay is NOT amusing. it is ALSO not amusing when you have to wear tudong. NEITHER was it amusing when someone's phone rang in the hall during the exam.
IQBAL WEARS SPECS NOW HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
"i can take off my specs. you can't take off your fats."
ouch.
*above conversation took place telepathically.
i saw a very very cute little boy in chms and i thought he looked like doraemon. the last time i thought someone looked like doraemon was 4 years ago and i thought our notorious cikgu ali AHMAD of the malaydepartment looked like doraemon.
cikgu ali AHMAD looked like this:
i could've sworn he was a twin of doraemon!
then i saw jenny at lunch in some random chinese kopitiam. i think she was following me. i think she was already hinting "REMEMBER, my birthday tomorrow!"
i spring-cleaned my room. i say spring-clean, not autumn-clean because i'm chinese and when chinese people do a thorough cleaning, they call it spring cleaning because they usually do it before chinese new year, which is in spring, but now i'm not doing it before chinese new year, it's actually quite a few weeks to mooncake festival but i don't care, i'm chinese, i call it spring-cleaning because it's a chinese term. beh song ah?
i am sure i eradicated EVERY SINGLE MICROORGANISM in my room because i shattered a sheet of glass from my cupboard, bonked the ceiling fan with my vacuum thing quite a few times and took every piece of furniture out of my room and ladeeda-dumdeedum. the truth- my aunt did all that for me, in return in tutor her son, my cousin, maths. what what? at least i broke the glass myself okay? you can meh?
and finally by the end of the day everything seemed to be done! wonderful! so i could start revising for the exam the next day. what was it again? biology. where's my biology text book? hmm....
KELINTUN:
Lyn.. You forgot to take ur bio book..
You left it in my bag..
I TOLD YOU I WAS SMART.
7 comments:
hey cikgu ali was nice! oh remember the time he schkolded you?
i thought you tried cleaning up before and that didn't work out. lol.
Cikgu Ali touched little boys.
But he was scared of me,
SOOO its all good! :P
SHITE. IT WAS CIKGU AHMAD, NOT CIKGU ALI! damn those people, all have almost the same names! my mistake! i correct it now.
no! it was CIKGU ALI who scolded you. and vee or fel i think. for talking. REMEMBER? i so remember that day. don't you remember? or have you blocked that incident out of your memory? lol.
OH YEAH, ALI SCOLDS..
Ahmad touchies!
WE HAVE SUCH KREEPY TEACHERS!
JOSH: i mean, the one i thought looked like Doraemon was Cikgu Ahmad, not Ali. but yes, Ali was the one who scolded me and fel. I DIDN'T EVEN DO A THING! just sitting there. he was stupid.
SANA: the fact that you unconsciously knew i was talking about Cikgu Ahmad and not Cikgu Ali just proves that you also thinks he looks like Doraemon!!! AHAHAHAHAHHA.
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