Sunday, February 3, 2008

are we live? is this thing on?

morning me lovelies. its been a niiiiice sunday morning, what with me waking up for a nice dota session and breakfast not too long ago. right now im supposed to be preparing to go to raffles town club for lunch at the the chinese place. i dunno, i never really liked that club. the pines is infinitely more down-to-earth and the decors a lot more welcoming.


side note: its my moms birthday today.


hmm. i think ill buy her lunch or something tomorrow. this is despite how ive been pretty pissed off at her recently. what with her weirdness surfacing a LOT more nowadays and her prissy attitude towards my leaving uob, ive had my patience tested more than i care to mention.


still. i let things like these slide because shes had a pretty fucked up past: being a neighbourhood school kid in the 70s must be a million times more messed up than being a neighbourhood school kid in this day and age. i mean cmon. nowadays these nsks can backdoor into acjc and other (previously)respectable schools with relative ease. all they gotta do is study hard and give some good head.


BACK THEN, they had to climb the coconut tree adjacent to the school and leap over the fence. after which they try to sneak into the classrooms to learn, as their own schools' syllabus extends to merely covering the basic fundamentals of the mop and broom. of course, these adventurous delinquents serve only to be discovered and removed by an alert teacher.

upon noticing their horrible accent and their inability to count past two, he/she immediately alerted the nsk removal squad. this was composed of five of the burliest students in the invaded school. while four of them held the nsk down by each of the poor idiot's four limbs, the fifth beat his head in with a heavy stick while repeating the phrase "nsk nsk uniform so grey, nsk nsk cant come here you cant pay."

after ten minutes of this "conditioning" they then escort the nsk out of the school, giving him a boot in the behind for good measure.


this way, this enterprising nsk is returned to his fucked up school dazed and void of a few dozen iq points: not only will he be deterred from pulling a stunt like that again, but he will also be rendered too stupid to make any advancements in life, thus fulfilling his role as economical canon fodder in the future!

hmmm. i just spent the last few paragraphs indirectly poking fun at my mom. on her birthday too...

oh well. she had it coming.

i gotta go now me lovelies. need to bathe and prepare for lunch.

hsssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttttttttttttttttt.

fuck lah, lets get this over with.

Counting Crows feat. Vanessa Carlton's Big Yellow Taxi

Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi took my girl away
Now don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot