Friday, November 10, 2006
I'm halfway through the Os..
The purpose of my whole life
in school. =)
Over with the fun subs this week,
onto the nightmarish ones next week.
Chem and A maths on the same day??
Er...Moe??
I PROTEST!!!
But ah well.
Sigh.
Now that some people have read my
entry, (yay!)
I can blog again.
If you haven't read it yet, please do.
Ok.
Actually I didn't have anything to blog about,
but something happened today that
gave me inspiration.
Funny post.
And a very sarcastic and
painfully polite one,
I must add,
so bear with me.
Imagine me with a forced smile
on my face the whole time I'm writing this.
Ok.
All set?
Today when I was standing with h.h
at the foyer before E maths P2,
which was rather fun in a challenging way,
two girls were standing about 2 metres
away from us.
They had just got off a cab at the roundabout.
Then one of the girls said
to her friend that I was thin.
To that comment, her friend eagerly said:
Ya.Like a stick!
I pretended not to hear.
Maybe I wasn't supposed to hear anyway.
And anyway, it doesn't bother
me when people say I'm thin.
Its not like I'm unhealthy.
And besides, thin is in now.
AND if people are putting their
lives at risk just to be thin,
then I'm glad I'm thin without trying.
Back to the story.
I continued studying.
And that girl said again:
Like a stick.Stick.Stick.
Getting louder and louder each time.
Er.
I pretended not to hear.
Why should I let other people's
actions affect my feelings?
Life's much too short for that.
What horrible, revolting girls.
Tsktsk.
Worse of all, one of them was
from my pri. school,
and I used to talk to her once
in a blue moon.
My dear, I'm so sad that you have grown up.
Not that growing up is bad,
but in your case, it is.
Why, you may ask.
Because your level of maturity
belongs in primary school.
In fact, it screams
mental retardation.
Didn't your mother tell you
not to insult people?
For obvious reasons which
you might not know, darling.
People have feelings.
Hey, wait..did you even know that?
The two girls were the typical
'Oh My God I'm A Girl.'
girls.
You know, the kind who
woke up one fine morning
and realised that they were girls.
And then they started loving
the colour pink, thinking that
they are princesses ( Oh please. )
and gossiping about other people.
If you ever asked these kind of girls
why they gossip, they would probably
smile cutsily and say:
We can't help it.Girls just like to gossip.
And then they would skip away,
singing nursery rhymes to themselves.
Haha.
Your mouths are made to close.
And I'm willing to bet
that that goes for guys too.
Stop trying to act like an exception,
like " Oops, I'm a girl! Its not my fault! "
Sure, girls like to gossip.
But the extent of it is what matters.
And sweethearts, you just went
overboard.
May I ask you what was the purpose for
you trying to make me hear that I am thin?
There is such a thing at mirrors, you know.
Yes, don't look at me like that!!
MIRRORS!
You know, the shiny, reflective things
that you can see yourself in??
Ah! You're holding a pink mirror
in your hand!
So I DO know that I am thin.
And to you girls, being thin is different,
because you two are huge.
There is absolutely nothing wrong
with being huge, trust me.
But laughing at me is totally reflective
of a chinese idiom.
Erm..."Cannot eat grape say grape sour."
Get it?
And oh, maybe you two just could not accept the
fact that I am different from you.
But we're supposed to embrace each others
differences, remember?
Social studies, dears.
If everything must be the same,
you girls should go live in
some pink land where photocopies
of yourself dwell.
Maybe, just maybe,
you two were in a bad mood
because you were almost late for
the examination.
Don't look at me like that.
I wasn't the cow that died in
the middle of the road in front of your
taxi. Nor was I the pin on
the ground that caused the taxi's tyre
to go "Pssstt..Boom! "
Or maybe, you guys were just late.
And understandably, you two would
be anxious.
One thing I've learnt:
The transition from anxiety
to relief is a very grudging one.
People refuse to go:
Wow, I made it!!
and smile.
They usually frown and say:
&$&%&*%*% Its all ____'s fault man!
and act like grouches.
You shouldn't have taken out your
crankiness on me.
Nuh-uh.
please, PLEASE,
don't make such snide remarks
about someone you don't actually know.
ok?
Good.
Now go dress up Barbie.
You girls arranged a date
between her and Ken, remember??
Run along now.
The end.I had so much fun writing this.Awesome!And no, I'm really not affectedby what those girls said.I'm proud to be me.It just helped me write a nice blog entry.I don't see the need to haveto defend myself.tata!Clara.
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