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15th march.
nineteen, biitches.
st. francis methodist.
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Monday, February 25, 2008
it's 12.30 on a Monday afternoon and i'm sitting on our couch blogging. i rmb last year... i proclaimed Monday to still be part of weekend and took the day off every second week. but now, i'm a reformed school skipper. hahahh, sounds like mud skipper; that's not the point. the point is that, i feel bad for not being in school, despite being sick. damn my consicience and bloody exams in a week's.
my brother is a little different. he's sitting in front of his computer playing the expansion of the Sims feeling great. i think. he stated that he was going to stay up all night playing his game around 10pm and we ignored him. but, he actually stayed up all night playing the Sims. what about school, you ask. well, i found him feeling ill in his uniform lying on his bed at 8.30am when he really shld have been lining up for assembly.
one word, FOOL.
anyways. OHMYGODDDDDD.
Por&I went to Balestier last night, hahahhaaha// "RANDOM". and were like waiting for the bus, and this animal of a man started giving me really weird looks while i was the phone to my brother, who was blabbering on about his newly bought expansions. so i ignore him. than as my Grandma left my side for a second to go throw smthg in the bin, he like comes up to be and ask "Are you free?" "uh, NO?!" and i continue talking to my brother who's now explaining how he bought the one with clothes choices frm HNM and if i were jealous. Por sees what's happening and yells "IGNORE HIM" and flings her hand up at him. that guy must be some fucking illegal immigrant who can't read body language and starts smiling seedily at my Grandma. so i say really loudly, "Chai, i'll call you back. i need to ring the police." but the idiot stands there, smiling. so i start dialling 999 and like some bus arrives, and the animal and his animal-like friends walk to the bus's exit door and wait like animals that they are. they finally realise they're at the wrong door and move to the first door. stupid sad idiots couldnt even walk straight.
all i wanted to do was kick in the balls so hard, he wouldnt ever be able to reproduce again but i was in a public place, so i played being Civil.
my Grandma threw the Civil Book out of her life a long long time ago, and was all about uh, action.
after they left, Por went down memory lane to prove how nobody scares her and how even while globe-trotting with my Grand-dad in her younger days. She started off with a story of her time in Amsterdam with my Grand-dad, and that she was able to bring my Grand-dad back to the hotel in a foreign country after he's lost all consciousness after having probably more than just beer in his well, beer. and how the streets were filled with junkies and like, the Dutch mafia ruled the streets or smthg.she moved frm story to story and to conclude her string of stories, she said "Ta, there's no need to be civil to ppl like that. all you need is give them a kick real hard."
thanks Grandma.
mary&i frm like, 2 weeks ago <33
ANYWAYS. since i'm not in school, i shld go like study or smthg.
CHANTAL'S out.
xoxo