Thursday, May 04, 2006
it's settled
I have been suffering from an ugly bout of PMS. The worst i've been hit so far. However, i think it's safe to announce that i've er recovered. Kinda.
No wrong.
I still feel like slapping random people, especially when i return to campus for trainings, there'll be throngs of people walking out because school's over for them and i'm just about to enter school because i have trainings and i think it's not fair at all because if have to stay in school til nine plus at night i think everyone else should too but they don't, therefore i feel there's a need for me to slap their faces.
I threaten to slap my brother's face too. He's naughty ah! Eight-year old boys should be demure and docile and sweet. But then he loves me so much thus he doesn't hold any grudges against me and i think that's really sweet so i guess i won't carry out my threats. I'll just continue making him piss in his pants. "Slap your face!"
I was walking across the atrium this evening in school, as usual minding my own business even though there were many people staring at me, and i'm sure that's because they respect and fear the seniors (i'm a senior, though my height betrays me), and then my eyes caught a banner hanging from the second floor which read:
"INTERSCHOOL DEBATES something something something 17 MAY 2006 somewhere somewhere 24 MAY 2006 VENUE: THEATRE FOR THE ARTS then something something again..."
Gawd. I almost pissed in my pants. I wanted to text Halim to tell him bye bye i'm quitting debate have fun and good luck but that's cowardice mann... so not cool for a senior. So i think i'll just go all ahead because after all i'm shameless and i think it'll be fun to bullshit in front of the whole school (or whoever bothers to book tickets to actually watch the debate, silly people). Worst comes to worst, i'll just slap my opponents. I will plead with the adjudicators to please pardon my hormones.
Next week i return to the wards. Attachment time!
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fara // 02:24
it's settled
I have been suffering from an ugly bout of PMS. The worst i've been hit so far. However, i think it's safe to announce that i've er recovered. Kinda.
No wrong.
I still feel like slapping random people, especially when i return to campus for trainings, there'll be throngs of people walking out because school's over for them and i'm just about to enter school because i have trainings and i think it's not fair at all because if have to stay in school til nine plus at night i think everyone else should too but they don't, therefore i feel there's a need for me to slap their faces.
I threaten to slap my brother's face too. He's naughty ah! Eight-year old boys should be demure and docile and sweet. But then he loves me so much thus he doesn't hold any grudges against me and i think that's really sweet so i guess i won't carry out my threats. I'll just continue making him piss in his pants. "Slap your face!"
I was walking across the atrium this evening in school, as usual minding my own business even though there were many people staring at me, and i'm sure that's because they respect and fear the seniors (i'm a senior, though my height betrays me), and then my eyes caught a banner hanging from the second floor which read:
"INTERSCHOOL DEBATES something something something 17 MAY 2006 somewhere somewhere 24 MAY 2006 VENUE: THEATRE FOR THE ARTS then something something again..."
Gawd. I almost pissed in my pants. I wanted to text Halim to tell him bye bye i'm quitting debate have fun and good luck but that's cowardice mann... so not cool for a senior. So i think i'll just go all ahead because after all i'm shameless and i think it'll be fun to bullshit in front of the whole school (or whoever bothers to book tickets to actually watch the debate, silly people). Worst comes to worst, i'll just slap my opponents. I will plead with the adjudicators to please pardon my hormones.
Next week i return to the wards. Attachment time!
fara // 02:24
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