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Thursday, November 13, 2008
/2:22 AM

i think i woke up on th wrong side of bed today .

only that doesnt really make sense cos one side of my bed's facing th wall and th other's th only way to get out of bed. lol , but still......

i stayed up th whole night reading vampire kisses . yeah like wth , but i had to cos i wanna borrow more books so im stuffing myself day in day out .
serena+books . geekfreak ., wtv.

slept at 4 and twisted knobs on 3 alarm clocks for fear of not getting up in time to pass stuff t this extremenessnessness fag , his royale dawgness ,. well im saying tt cos im bleddy pissed cos this morning he made me feel like a pageboy , or wtv you call errandboys , these days.
woke up at 6, feeling so beated , pooped ? sighsighsigh!
and yeah cos i was running late cos i was scared someonE! would miss th flight , instead of waiting for th buses to chug down lazily through super deserted roads whr i could flagged one , get on & play king of thee bus , i took my trusty ol' bike , though (i'd only known it for 3 weeks ), and cycled th crapp outta me when i went uphill st nicks hillyhill , and oh boy , did it start t pour , drop by drop then thunderous , and got sloshed in mud and morning dew (if thats what you call it ) and theese blades of grass where like stuck onto my legs . and yeah , mudmarks . but i enjoyed th adrenaline rush anw , leave out th part whr i had to break for not clashing into an old man /.
well , i reached and waited downstairs for really long , wasting my msgs informing i was here and to come down cos no way i was going up w th bike . and no replies . not one . and , my phone only had 38cents left . i was alr getting impatient cos my mum was starting to call and yeah i knew what was coming if i pickd up th call , so horrid as i am , i put it on silent and told myself t pretend i nvr saw that and she'll stop . but what do you know , i got a total of 6 missedcalls .
i pushed my heavy bike up th impossible stairs . and ive beeeen telling myself to get a lock but i havent so there . i'd say i hiked up a couple of floors cos my bike was too huge t fit th crummy lift . fatbike , or maybe i was th one taking up most of th space . rofl .HAHA , most would like to think tt way . lol
okay , but at that time , it was no funjoke . i was soaked in sweat , rain , dew , mud . a big mess.
i was just outside th door and i msged again , NO REPLY .
after an eternity of 3o++++++ mintues , th mom came out maybe i stinked so she came out t look . gawd , idk ! and she looked like a nice person so i just gave evrything to her and got the hell out of thr quick cos i was alr getting my eight call from my mum .

and no reply , no thanks , no nth .
typical in fact .
i did this all , as a friend doing a favour for another friend , expecting nth in return .
but you could have at least said smth ? like im going alr , and whr cos my things are W you .
but no , nth . NADA .
IHATEYOU .
thr and then !!

things got no better when i got home .
called my mum to explain stuff , and yeah cleared up things w her .
and she said if i were t disappear just like tt at such random timings , my bike will disappear for good. for good . hear that duck ?!
no Ds for you .

then she made me go to th market w her in this miserable morning weather .
and she brought a kettle along , *FAINT!* to fill w soyabean at theeeee! market .
and i had to carry th big ugly umbrello which was an ugly yellow , th colour of muck .
she dragged me everywhere . and at th seafood sec , i almost fell into a sloppery bucket on th sloppery floor when a row of fishes , god knows what breed , were still breathing , gills straining and all . and one just suddenly flipped and flapped ! terrifying . =_______________='' !!

and when we were gonna leave i realised phone wasnt w me and yeah i knew then i screwd up big time . esp when i went back to th soyabean uncle and he said one of th cleaners might have taken it cos it was on th table . so i Qsned 3 . and they kept telling me to ask th ''ya-ba'' . mute . thats what you call your colleagues , shame on you guys .
but yeah i could see why . he's so corrupted .
my mum and i asked him for th phone using a mixture of chinese , english , sign lang .
and yeah he ''said'' he had it . in his pocket .
but he demanded tt we give him 5 bucks t get it back .
and knowing my mum , well , I KNOW my mum ,
she talking so rapidly in english asking him for th phone bck and saying , no , no 5 bucks .
evryone started looking . we were causing a scene and it was right thr and then i wish i was nvr born !!
and i got so fed up , i didnt know who i wanted t scream at more , mum or th guy .
so i just told her she could cut my allowance and give th damn $$ t th guy and i told her to stop talking so much cos he didnt even get english . and she was like starting to threaten to call th police . and i pitied th guy coshe's prob despo for $$ and all , but hell . thats my phone !
then my mum started complaining to th bull frog porridge stall owner and im like , sheesh==
i dont know how it ended , th silly feud ! my mum got th phone back eventually and out of pity? gave onebuck. *HUGESIGH!*

and thats how th tragic morning ends .

and i was so peeved i went home losked myself in my room and slept until 12 .
the rest of th day was glum-NESS .
just idk , tuition and reading books with musty smells .

i dont feel bored . i feel like a really boring person . SIGH!

tired . gonna sleep . but i'll make a call first . ==


bon voyage J , you suck .


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