Thursday, April 13, 2006
so today i was supposed to meet sharon they all for breakfast at mcdonalds at 9.45am. but what the hell, i thought the mrt station they were talking about was Lakeside but they were actually going to Paya Lebar. i don't think i need to explain the rest, right? well anyway Sports Meet was BORING. Jurong Stadium is OLD and whenever you walk past a toilet there would be the pungent smell of NH3 hitting right smack onto your nose. the seats were originally painted red, i think, but they were crumbling before our very asses. i accidentally scratched the seat with my nails(haha i forgot to cut 'em) and a bit of the bench's paint came out, and some of it crumbled off! theodora was worried that when she got up her skirt would be a pretty red, 'cos unlike the rest of us she hadn't bothered to put plastic bags beneath her butt. but i suppose she got off lucky. anyway, sitting beside theodora means having to pay lots of attention to her beloved, Mr Mustafa. i am telling you, sports meet was less boring than it could've been, becos of Mustafa! he was damn funny to watch la. he contaminated Celeste's chips and after that nobody wanted to touch the chips anymore, except for jonathan and we speculated that was because he also wanted facial hair. anyway celeste was sorta pissed off at mustafa because he made the chips practically inedible and by right he should pay her $1.75. also, he once picked up the packet
and emptied the chips into his mouth. YES. THAT IS WHAT HE DID. he is...so...eeky-bummy. and i think he really does know he is Mustafa because twice i was in his earshot and i mentioned 'Mustafa' and he turned and looked at me. not a very pleasant experience. but well, now we know what his favorite type of chips are. ahaha.
met Vampire just as theodora and i were slipping through the 'security guard' set up by councillors. pathetico, it was. we had to walk one big round just to get some food and mind you, its not like we had lots to choose from. i just got a packet of Roller-Coasters. anyway vampire was telling the councillors he had to get off early, for some crap reason or other, and then he kept staring at my hand and i was like oy whatcha looking at? i was only carrying my wallet and the roller-coasters so i have concluded that vampires really love pink(my wallet is pink) or else they go kuku over potato chips. or maybe he was thinking of biting my wrist, like how vampires do in
Underworld or
Interview with a Vampire. whatever. i hate it whenever people look at me or parts of me for no reason. which is why i kept glaring at the people on the MRT during the trip home. i mean, why must they stare so??? i'm not more interesting than the other passengers. and i find people who stare at other people don't like it whenever the other people turn around and ogle back at them. bloody get-on-my-nerves-ers! grrrrrr it seems like almost everyone is getting on my nerves somehow, these days. isolation is tempting.
gosh i am sleepy.
[and that's when i knew you knew.]
at 8:36 PM
