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15th march.
nineteen, biitches.
st. francis methodist.
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007
i've only really admitted to one person before you know, the entire Cyber World. i am actually, Beyond Spastic with this dumbass html thing.
i tried to like, Study it or smthg but sadly, to no avail. None. Zero. Zilch.
it kinda reminds me of my abiliy to read a map. or, lack of.
i rmb back in Year 8 in Geography class when our teacher gave out everyone maps and some like, activity or quiz thing and i failed it.and, have you ever been in the car with the Psycho Driver of a Mum that you have, and because your friend decides to have a party in a suburb like 10 million miles away frm yours, your Mum throws the road directory onto your lap and your forces to give her directions DESPITE knowing Very-fkn-Well you can't read a map to save a life. and than, goes nuts when you turn the whole stupid directory around because you can't understand how we're going straight when the road is appears well, not straight in the directory ?
all of this, UNTIL of course, your StepDad decides to go out and buy a GPS. that i named after yours truly. LOL. well, if this Chantal can't give right directions, the electronic one ought to.
oh, and did i mention. my Mum is Amazing at reading damn maps. i don't understand why she wanted to torture me the way she did.
but it has been proven, hasn't it? that females are better with languages [again smthg i'm not], but read read maps to save a life ? i'm not making this up. Hand to God.
anyways, it's been several days since i last blogged.
well, the whole of last weekend was spent doing schoolwork.
on Saturday, Bernie+I went over to Kriti's to work on our Media assignment and ended up eating+talking more than working.
and silly Bernie got crazy excited over a webcam, and forced us to wave and pretend to be happy to see Brian over the internet.
DUHHHH.
on Sunday, we realised our assignment didn't look the way we wanted it to and unless a miracle happened i suddenly had the talent to draw, it was going to look pretty ugly.
mannn, No Joke. i have Absolutely No Talent for drawing.
both my parents draw. design. whatever.
guess that gene skipped me. the Ass of a brother i have can draw, reasonably well. and Nel is like, super good at art.
and that stupid Ass of a brother i have REFUSED to help me. yeah, he REFUSED to help his sister in distress.
how much of an ASS does someone have to be to refuse someone in need ?
than i realised, i had KELVIN KHORRRR !
the BESTEST BEST Brother from Another Mother Anyone Could Have (=
who is like a COMPLETE LIFE SAVER !
in order not to have an ugly assignment to hand in, i had to go over to Khor's and ohmygod, he's so amazing and he DREW the whole thing again, after criticising my colouring effort.really, Khor is the Bestest-fkn-Brother to have!
i LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE times a billion trillion million times, and i do know i owe you like big big time.
Best-fkn-Brother everrr !
and let's see the Before&After of our project. LOL.
Before.
After.
he like, whipped that up within like 3 hrs or smthg. and that includes me making him watch numerous One Tree Hill Clips, and bitch fights on youtube.
OH OH! when i was in the cab on the way home that night, the Cab Uncle told me
THERE WAS TARZAN LIVING IN THAT JUNGLE PLACE NEAR SOME RESERVOIR !!
i was like, Whattttt ? I'm so NOT falling for it.
but apparantly, it's TRUE. cause he's picked up that Tarzan Dude like 3 times and after midnight, he'll like climb out of the jungle and go drinking at the coffee shop on the other side of the highway.LOL. how weird is that? a TARZAN.
i thot they only existed in cartoons and like, Cavemen Time.
i started questioning the Uncle about everything. i found out this Tarzan Dude wore long pants instead of the little cloth as underwear, smells fairly bad, has long matted hair, pays for his alcohol and cab fares with new money notes and probably ate fish he caught. and, i thot it was illegal to go fishing in reservoirs. but i guess the rules are a little different if you lived in the jungle next to the reservoir.
do you belive it? a TARZAN.
anyways, due to all the stress frm stupid essays and assignments, having fugly nails did nothing for me. since Biology was cancelled, i had time to get a Mani. but that's not it.
i don't know why these things keep happening to me, but as i was sitting there at the bus stop, this bus stops to pick up ppl, obviously. and what do you know?
sitting right at the back of the bus is a couple, and the girl was freakin' popping the guy's pimples.
no, not picking this time. POPPING. with tissues and all. yeah, great. Thumbs Up for Hygiene.
i'm like, speechless. i mean, SERIOUSLY. like, do they not realise what they're doing in PUBLIC ?anyways. we've all seen those ads for Being Aware of Potential Bombs on MRTs, right?
it was so funny. these 2 little boys were SO Engrossed in the video and when it ended they started looking underneath all the seats and kept staring at the man who had a bag under the seat. their eyes didn't leave the man, at all. until their Mum had to drag them out of the MRT.
CHANTAL'S out.
xoxo