DETAILS, DETAILS
UPDATE: Currently having a life crisis. But no worries, because tetris cures everything. MATERIAL POSSESSIONS AREN'T IMPORTANT TO ME, ALL THAT MATTERS IS TETRIS.
PRACTISE SAFE SEX.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
I just went to changi airport to fetch my mother yesterday on an Empty Stomach. So, to mute the loud rumbling, I requested that we eat at the airport. And my goddamn father had the nerve to say, " Airport food is expensive, let's go home and eat."
You can save on my plays, you can save on my wears. But I refuse to accept it if you scrimp on my food comsumptions and studies. Few days ago, you won't even allow me to print some pictures at the printing shop for my project. Fine. I get the idea that you want me to fail.
On the way to the airport yesterday, I, fortunately, managed to get a seat on the MRT. Then in waddled this horizontally-challenged woman who gave me a I-need-that-seat-more-than-you look. But she stepped on my foot to hint that oh-I'm-tired-and-can't-stand-steadily-so-you-ignorant-adolescent-should-stand-instead.
I actually gave up my seat and my sister beside me, stood up too. The bloody woman sat down without a word of thanks and put her shopping bag on my sister's seat. I can understand if you're too full of flab and need to take up to seats, but to occupy it with a bag on a crowded train? Her skin is thicker than ten people's.
Don't wrong me. I don't discrimate against plump people unless they're Miss Yeo.
I'm so glad the holidays are only two weeks away. The euphoria allows me to stay awake even during Mr Ling's lesson when he umms his way through a load of crap. But I do hope that will score well this term. If I am thrown into the last few positons of the class again, I will marry Alex Ferguson and go braless for the rest of my life.
Saturday, May 10, 2008