Wednesday, April 19, 2006
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Normally i don't care. Abnormally i do.
Today must be an abnormal day. Because i care enough to muster enough bad emotions from within me about what Bak Qwa had done and is still doing. He's attached to the same ward as i am, only on different shifts. Thank God i must. Well he had swopped shifts with me last week. He wanted my morning shift, and i'm only agreeable -- i have my buddies with me in the afternoon. It was a nice, clean deal.
This week, i could not attend the debate training unless i get the morning shift. And Bak Qwa's having it. It'd be nice if we play the swopping game again, no? Moreover, it's common courtesy to do unto others what others have done unto you. Unless of course, someone kicks you. You don't kick back. Because then the person might punch you and you being the idiot will punch him back. Then he stabs you and you can't do that back to him 'cause you'd have dropped dead already. Violence begets violence. AHHH so yes i'd like a nice and clean deal again, please and thank you. But Bak Qwa has other plans.He needs to surrender himself to the abbatoir for a sacrificial ritual.
Bak Qwa refused to swop with me, citing personal reasons as the reason why he couldn't/wouldn't/musn't. I'm not buying it, but i gotta 'cause there's an element of religion and that i must respect. IF i ever find out that he's one big lying pork, USING religious activities as an excuse, i'd crucify him and roast him in a bonfire.
But too bad for him, my darling Cher wouldn't let him off. She got pissed off big time! Way more than me, and that's fabbbbbbuloso! After i'd given him two days to 'think about it' and to let me know of his decision, he was still trotting around the ward, avoiding us. What did our darling four-legged trotting snorting pet do? He made himself busy around the Nursing Manager, possibly trying to kill all the blardy birds with one stone -- suck up to the Sisters; making himself scarce so we can't get hold of him; trying to diminish his reputation as the lazyfugger who hides in the ward and sleeps -- but guess what, Cher wouldn't take it anymore. She practically dragged me to where Bak Qwa was (apparently trying to make urgent phonecalls to our lecturer-in-charge with regards to the swopping of shifts) and made him TALK to me. After all, his two days was up.
Three more of our friends make a whole gang and i couldn't help but find it amusing that we resemble a B-grade all-girls gang. Like so terror, y'know?
Bak Qwa knew his back was against the wall of the end of the alley. No escape, unless he drops dead and dies. Tried to shit his way through the confrontation and Cher gave him an earful. Dush dush, like that. I made my point and he dismissed it, saying he got my drift.
Moments later, between the sea and the devil, he chose to slash his wrists instead. Haha! He said okay.
Like, did he need to be grilled like that to actually come to his senses and make a decision? And the best has yet to come. See i texted my lecturer, informing her of the swop. And said she, "the nursing manager allows (actual name of Bak Qwa) to work in the morning too".
Blaaaaaaardy hell!
I stayed back for 40 minutes after i knocked off just to settle this! Bak Qwa, you go telan bomb and die ah you! Asswipe! Then now lecturer cantik cantik come and tell me that you're allowed to have the morning shift too? What the... nenek you ah!
Okay it's all cool now. I've got my gangster friends to thank, especially the Queen. (= And i can't believe i did all this shituff just for a debate training session. Like wow that's exciting. Ngekk, this friday shall be so meaningless after all.
Oh by the way, Bak Qwa's real name is Pig.
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fara // 21:19
oink
Normally i don't care. Abnormally i do.
Today must be an abnormal day. Because i care enough to muster enough bad emotions from within me about what Bak Qwa had done and is still doing. He's attached to the same ward as i am, only on different shifts. Thank God i must. Well he had swopped shifts with me last week. He wanted my morning shift, and i'm only agreeable -- i have my buddies with me in the afternoon. It was a nice, clean deal.
This week, i could not attend the debate training unless i get the morning shift. And Bak Qwa's having it. It'd be nice if we play the swopping game again, no? Moreover, it's common courtesy to do unto others what others have done unto you. Unless of course, someone kicks you. You don't kick back. Because then the person might punch you and you being the idiot will punch him back. Then he stabs you and you can't do that back to him 'cause you'd have dropped dead already. Violence begets violence. AHHH so yes i'd like a nice and clean deal again, please and thank you. But Bak Qwa has other plans.
Bak Qwa refused to swop with me, citing personal reasons as the reason why he couldn't/wouldn't/musn't. I'm not buying it, but i gotta 'cause there's an element of religion and that i must respect. IF i ever find out that he's one big lying pork, USING religious activities as an excuse, i'd crucify him and roast him in a bonfire.
But too bad for him, my darling Cher wouldn't let him off. She got pissed off big time! Way more than me, and that's fabbbbbbuloso! After i'd given him two days to 'think about it' and to let me know of his decision, he was still trotting around the ward, avoiding us. What did our darling four-legged trotting snorting pet do? He made himself busy around the Nursing Manager, possibly trying to kill all the blardy birds with one stone -- suck up to the Sisters; making himself scarce so we can't get hold of him; trying to diminish his reputation as the lazyfugger who hides in the ward and sleeps -- but guess what, Cher wouldn't take it anymore. She practically dragged me to where Bak Qwa was (apparently trying to make urgent phonecalls to our lecturer-in-charge with regards to the swopping of shifts) and made him TALK to me. After all, his two days was up.
Three more of our friends make a whole gang and i couldn't help but find it amusing that we resemble a B-grade all-girls gang. Like so terror, y'know?
Bak Qwa knew his back was against the wall of the end of the alley. No escape, unless he drops dead and dies. Tried to shit his way through the confrontation and Cher gave him an earful. Dush dush, like that. I made my point and he dismissed it, saying he got my drift.
Moments later, between the sea and the devil, he chose to slash his wrists instead. Haha! He said okay.
Like, did he need to be grilled like that to actually come to his senses and make a decision? And the best has yet to come. See i texted my lecturer, informing her of the swop. And said she, "the nursing manager allows (actual name of Bak Qwa) to work in the morning too".
Blaaaaaaardy hell!
I stayed back for 40 minutes after i knocked off just to settle this! Bak Qwa, you go telan bomb and die ah you! Asswipe! Then now lecturer cantik cantik come and tell me that you're allowed to have the morning shift too? What the... nenek you ah!
Okay it's all cool now. I've got my gangster friends to thank, especially the Queen. (= And i can't believe i did all this shituff just for a debate training session. Like wow that's exciting. Ngekk, this friday shall be so meaningless after all.
Oh by the way, Bak Qwa's real name is Pig.
fara // 21:19
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