Okayy, PDYD was great. Sorta. Except no one jumps. Bunch of old nannies, the whole lot of em. I could ACTUALLY count the number who jumped, including myself.
Right, and even though it was held at my church, I didn't anyone I knew from church there. Sheesh, you people suck =\
And for some incomprehensible reason, I kept on using the phrase ''Holy Crap!" for the most part.
*snarls* Then someone had to rip it off. You holy cow you >:P
But really, the 'holy crap' phrase is getting addictive. And I'll be willing to bet that my dear deskmate's gonna shoot me the next time I use it.
And lunch was at 4 fucking o'clock btw. Know how much that sucks? A lot, let me tell you that. And to make it worse than 50 year old aunties pretending to be 13, it was curry. I can't FUCKING EAT CURRY. Isshh, I know I'm Indian blah blah, but I'm also human. And that means my stomach's prone to doing somersaults after eating spicy things. Runs in the blood ya know.
So at the end I found out a lot of stuff.
That Sonia was my fiancee O.o
That I have a dad who wants to become a priest. Father Terence lolz. His sermons are all about sexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsex till the whole congregation naik nafsu and gets miang. Biggest gang band EVAH.
That, in the words of Andrina, I had a one hour boyfriend.
That my church actually has 3 restrooms. I never knew that.
That and that my church's hall is air-conditioned. How can I not know that?
Nuff bout PDYD. Absolutely saddening to think that it's over T_T
I have pics. But darn, too lazy to upload them here. Maybe on the next post.
Annddddd. Am I the only one who gets incredibly incensed when dealing with score-whores? You go figure out what that means =P
But anyway, word to people who're way too caught up in caring about other people's exam marks than their own. SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY.
I don't care you get, let alone what I get. To add to that, I don't expect you to to care about my marks either. I don't see how it concerns your bloody self to know so much. Feel intimidated eh? Phhoooeeyy. Then I should be cutting myself right this effing instant.
I'm scared about my exam also lah, but at least I'm apathetic enough to not go around every table in the class asking for people's marks. And I damnwell know that people don't like disclosing their marks, that's why I don't do it.
And if someone tells me she got an A, fine, I congratulate them, get a B, I tell you it's gonna be fine, get a C, I'll tell you to fight for marks. Word is, I'm nice. And I really should stop being nice. Especially around certain people.
Where's my sarcastic ol' self when I most need it?
*sulks despondently*
I want my brains back.
BTW, lolz at the post title.
Ezz : MC girls are scary. They come across to me as lala-fied chicks.
Amanda: Lala fried chicks?
E : No. Lala-fied chicks.
A : LALA FRIED CHICKS?
E&Jill&KhaiWern : LALA-FIED CHICKS
A : Ohhh.. *goofily grins*
And this too.
E : *rambles about annoying score-whores.*
KW : *agrees and complains*
J : *pissed off cum annoyed face* I wanna slap someone..
E&J&KW : *chunters loudly*
..............................
A : *appears outta nowhere*... I have sleeping pills.
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