you know there are days when you feel absolutely lousy about everything that you've done, everything that you've been and everything that you are. yesterday was one of those days.
when i'm down, i like to take out my primary school autograph book and read it. i remember passing it to Pearly(who was in another class) to write in it, and it landed into the hands of 3 guys who were in my p1-p4class. back then, girls hated boys and boys hated girls just because.
the first one is written by this guy who calls me char siew bao and once accused me of stealing hamburgers and hiding it in my big minnie mouse bag and i cried all the way home in the school bus.
"Thanks for letting me write in your, which you call book(actually it's not a book but a Garbage, Rubbish, Idiot and made from char siew bao book, it's true!!!) WISH YOU A VERY DAMN SHORT LIFE! Happy. -Snake"
And there's one that went like this.
"Name: Top Secret
Tel: Top Secret
Add: Top Secret
Food: Top Secret
Best: Top Secret
Good: Top Secret
Fav Game: Top Secret
Colour: Normal
Thank you letting me writing Top Secret Diary. SO GOOD. I have never seen so many top secret before. GREAT AH!!"
the last one started off like this and i'm pretty sure it was written by Irwin:
"Name: Sucker(Your enemy)(not in your class in 6D)(not Irwin)
...
...
Thanx for dieing early. I hope that your tombstone is stolen. And if you haven die I hope you die soon. I know writing this diary is to remember who you will like to suck his or her blood when you die."
this cracks me up. i don't even understand what he was saying.
my new ear-candy.
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am
-Bed of Lies by Matchbox 20
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