Wednesday, April 1, 2009
hello, old friend.
9:12 PM
(Disclaimer:
Take all of the following with a pinch of salt.
Nothing was written with the intention to offend.
It's Thursday, so I'm allowed to be a little incoherent/politically incorrect. )
Excerpt from a diary entry two days ago:
"...It's only Tuesday and already everybody is burning out."
I think Life is killing me.
Oh, the irony stings.
"...You're still in school? But it's 1.30pm!!"
Oh, Tyler Tyler Tyler, American boi. <3>
I cling onto the purple rugby shirt like it's a life support.
Like it's proof that somewhere out there; lies Another World. A good world. Where people actually get the recommended 8 hour quota of sleep. Where Cold War essay outlines write themselves. Where Math lectures are actually followable. Where there is Enunciation.
"Ah skew me, skew me!" (Singlish-to-English translation: "excuse me, excuse me")
...yeah we'd be happy to. *proceeds to impale user of offending pronounciation with a kebab stick*
And. Girlie girlie girlie...
Just what did you mean by "oh, you Arts students are so lucky. You guys're taking non-work combinations", pray tell?
Non-work? ...NON-WORK?!
HELLOOOO have you not seen the sheer immensity of my bag I tried to pick it up from the floor and almost fell over and that's not because of my makeup case.
Amrit: (referring to NS) Joshua, run! Run while you can!
Joshua: ...I can't. They track you down once you're 16.
Amrit: (turns to Cara) Y'know- I bet they've got a names database where they record down names and everything we do.
Cara: "...ran away."
Amrit: "...about to run away."
Cara: "...taking Arts combination."
Amrit: "with a STAH STAH STAH: potenshul trouble-makeh"
*sings, NDP style*
This is Hommmme, truly
Everyday must study
Die if take arts combi
Means GPA too low
...*plaintive sigh*
Oh, stigmas.
Oh, ye who have never floundered in the mass of writhing scribbles that is History Cold War notes!!
And while we're on the note of stereotypes/stigma/all that jazz;
...Joe and my attempt-at-cheena/because all white people think all Singaporeans are from China/Cantonese and Hokkien are subsets of the religion Buddhism/we-carn't-spel! conversation.
"Run baby, run" is me, duh. Just for reference.
The Anti-Hero says:
if you DO find anyone that fits the bill
Run baby, run. says:
I think I might know someone. Close friend of mine. She's a little odd, though-- may not be your type.
The Anti-Hero says:
...oh? elaborate?
Run baby, run. says:
I mean- she's into the whole LotR/fantasy genre/fawn of the forest thing. Obviously SO not your style, since, like, y'know, you're too, like, hawt for that, like, kinda stuff, like, yeah, like.
The Anti-Hero says:
yeaah i'm a jock, y'know.
i think fantasy is for geeks
Run baby, run. says:
Exaaaaactly.
O.m.g. You and I, like, hav soooooooo much in cmmn <3>
The Anti-Hero says:
and i only date white, blonde girls with like, large breasts and little capactiy for actually thinking any1 tht dus wel at skwl is blatantly a fukin nerd
i like to drink, smoke, take drugs and have unprotected sex in bushes on a friday nyt
but i are good at sports and have big muscles, so everything is ok
Run baby, run. says:
omg i tink w3'r3, lyk, solm8s.
The Anti-Hero says:
oh aaand, all asian ppl are chinese
Run baby, run. says:
ew.
The Anti-Hero says:
yeah...
Run baby, run. says:
dunt they all, like, go ard nekid or sumfin?
and, like, live in treehouses?
The Anti-Hero says:
and eat fried rice and noodles
lololololololol
Run baby, run. says:
hahaha yh yh yh <3>
i so ttly <3>
The Anti-Hero says:
so...where are you from?
cuz u r weel fit babeeez
Run baby, run. says:
hahahaha well hotstuff u ent so bad eithr xxxx
im from malaysia
whch is lyk near singapore
which is lyk in china
The Anti-Hero says:
ew that's dirrty
how can you speak english den?
Run baby, run. says:
y? u dnt think my english is v gd?
): ): ): ): ): ):
The Anti-Hero says:
i dont wanna talk 2 u nomore
you r chinese
kthxbai
Run baby, run. says:
fyne i gtg neway
to do mi hair
and then i gtg church becos mi religion is hokkien
The Anti-Hero says:
[/end bizarro world]