Thursday, May 18, 2006
die, bitch, die!
Bahhhhhhhhhumbug.
When i'm exhausted out of my wits, i blog and sound like a bimbo. When i'm not exhausted, i still sound like a bimbo. Okay problem solved. I AM a bimbo.
Weeks back, joined the SHS debate team. Never knew why.
Spent some Wednesdays and Fridays back in school for trainings. My morale was this close to kissing the coffin.
Attachment began. Coordinator proved to be a living bitch. I was this close to burning her cheebye.
Cheryl was more vocal. I could only seek solace from voodoo. While Cher was busy writing emails to the respective lecturers in charge regarding the human canine and her erbeibiustbriuttisertse attitude towards us, i could only hope to be back home soon so i can gather all my frog's ears and ant's toes and Kotex and needles to concoct the perrrrfect voodoo potion to ernseuibyesiu tiusbtyrisutsitbsir srybseiurtsr. You really don't wanna get on my case because when i'm very very mad, i get very very incoherent. When i'm very very incoherent, i might blabber the wrong chants and you the ernheiuryieusrtyi woman might get more treatment than what i've intended for you. Oh too bad.
By the magic of Durex or rather, Durex notwithstanding, got into the semi-finals. Met our destined opponent: Our own fellow SHS team members from Group A. Dare i say they're the hottest team around.
Despite having to wake up at an unearthly five AM in the morning just to get to work to clean more and more backsides and to put up with some nurses with hormonal imbalances and following which we had to rushhh all the way back to school with all the bacteria and viruses on our uniforms (Cheryl showered but she's just as dirrrtaay as us ok) just to have another round of debate, i must say i enjoyed it very very much. So much that i won't even bother to describe how. I'm a lazy bimbo, remember that. Company's good, food's good, supporters' good, everyone's good, debate's awesome, adjudicator even more awesome (i won't say i'm drooling 'cause i'm nt as slooty as Munirah Aguilera the resident Sloot but just understand that i'm mesmerized), and i screwed up. Again. Then Durex, now "turbans wearing Sikhs". Good God. Someone swing a chopper across my neck please. And a team from a different school came down to watch the match. They knocked on the window during prep time just to say hello, and they shook our hands after the round. That was very nice, you guys.
My team lost. But we lost to our own friends, the worthy winners. And it was a good fight, wasn't it? Even the adjudicator enjoyed it. And i hardly care if i made a fool of myself because i'm naturally shameless. I'm a shameless lazy bimbo. Haha the nick just grows longer and longer.
Well. Kongratoolasions to SHS Team A: Halim, Sharon and Nizar. See you guys at the finals. Make us proud alright? If you screw up (touchwood!), you better watch out arh! I'm still in touch with my dark side (chants: "voodoo... doodoo... voodoo... doodooo..."). Do justice to you blazers! Or i'll set your blazers ablaze! Mwahaha okay not funny.
Great experience. Mr Adjudicator is awesome, yeah? Feedback was constructive... he was charming. Feedback was encouraging... he was smoldering. Feedback was whateverive... he was hmmm charming. Okay it's obvious my vocabulary is limited. Darn.
OKAY. Tomorrow's another hell day with the Florence Nightingales-gone-wrong. Eleven-hour shift, what the...
If you must know, my middle finger is perpetually erected these days.
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fara // 20:27
die, bitch, die!
Bahhhhhhhhhumbug.
When i'm exhausted out of my wits, i blog and sound like a bimbo. When i'm not exhausted, i still sound like a bimbo. Okay problem solved. I AM a bimbo.
Weeks back, joined the SHS debate team. Never knew why.
Spent some Wednesdays and Fridays back in school for trainings. My morale was this close to kissing the coffin.
Attachment began. Coordinator proved to be a living bitch. I was this close to burning her cheebye.
Cheryl was more vocal. I could only seek solace from voodoo. While Cher was busy writing emails to the respective lecturers in charge regarding the human canine and her erbeibiustbriuttisertse attitude towards us, i could only hope to be back home soon so i can gather all my frog's ears and ant's toes and Kotex and needles to concoct the perrrrfect voodoo potion to ernseuibyesiu tiusbtyrisutsitbsir srybseiurtsr. You really don't wanna get on my case because when i'm very very mad, i get very very incoherent. When i'm very very incoherent, i might blabber the wrong chants and you the ernheiuryieusrtyi woman might get more treatment than what i've intended for you. Oh too bad.
By the magic of Durex or rather, Durex notwithstanding, got into the semi-finals. Met our destined opponent: Our own fellow SHS team members from Group A. Dare i say they're the hottest team around.
Despite having to wake up at an unearthly five AM in the morning just to get to work to clean more and more backsides and to put up with some nurses with hormonal imbalances and following which we had to rushhh all the way back to school with all the bacteria and viruses on our uniforms (Cheryl showered but she's just as dirrrtaay as us ok) just to have another round of debate, i must say i enjoyed it very very much. So much that i won't even bother to describe how. I'm a lazy bimbo, remember that. Company's good, food's good, supporters' good, everyone's good, debate's awesome, adjudicator even more awesome (i won't say i'm drooling 'cause i'm nt as slooty as Munirah Aguilera the resident Sloot but just understand that i'm mesmerized), and i screwed up. Again. Then Durex, now "turbans wearing Sikhs". Good God. Someone swing a chopper across my neck please. And a team from a different school came down to watch the match. They knocked on the window during prep time just to say hello, and they shook our hands after the round. That was very nice, you guys.
My team lost. But we lost to our own friends, the worthy winners. And it was a good fight, wasn't it? Even the adjudicator enjoyed it. And i hardly care if i made a fool of myself because i'm naturally shameless. I'm a shameless lazy bimbo. Haha the nick just grows longer and longer.
Well. Kongratoolasions to SHS Team A: Halim, Sharon and Nizar. See you guys at the finals. Make us proud alright? If you screw up (touchwood!), you better watch out arh! I'm still in touch with my dark side (chants: "voodoo... doodoo... voodoo... doodooo..."). Do justice to you blazers! Or i'll set your blazers ablaze! Mwahaha okay not funny.
Great experience. Mr Adjudicator is awesome, yeah? Feedback was constructive... he was charming. Feedback was encouraging... he was smoldering. Feedback was whateverive... he was hmmm charming. Okay it's obvious my vocabulary is limited. Darn.
OKAY. Tomorrow's another hell day with the Florence Nightingales-gone-wrong. Eleven-hour shift, what the...
If you must know, my middle finger is perpetually erected these days.
fara // 20:27
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