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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

MY BISCUITS!

gerald ar, i think i'm going cry already. *does the weeping action although no tears flow out*

uh huh...

some freaks threw potato strips at me in the biology lab... horrible people! they 去死(go die) la!

uh huh...

hey, can i eat your biscuits? because i feel like crying already.

UH HUH...

thank you har... you're the best. unlike that stupid chun kit and horrible seumas. hmph!


like what the hell was i thinking... giving up MY BISCUITS to this fat boy who i dont really care about... fat boy? yes, this fat boy in form 4 who has no friends(read: potato strips thrown at him) and who comes seeking for attention from the form 5 students, especially ME.

STALKER!

why didnt i just walk away, you ask? well, i would feel bad and i wouldnt want to be rude. as i said before, i'm a good person. lol

for me, it's all about prevention. so when he appears, i tell seumas and ck to gather around me and start the safety procedure. talk to me about something fakely interesting, maybe laugh a bit, joke around... the whole idea is to let him know i'm busy. he hates ck and seumas anyway, so less contact with them for him. BUT THEN, there are days when my bodyguards are not around, so i try to tell another friend to talk to me about something with intense emotion, like it's something important, for example fighting for human rights or fighting for more days when the McDonald's ice-cream cone is just 50sen. (what a deal right?! so totally worth it. i'll be there every first day of the month)

anyway, my friend's efforts were all in vain.

erm, excuse me. but can i talk to gerald for awhile? its something (more) important (than your crap).

the nerve of him! what in homer simpson's sugar-coated doughnut did he think he was doing?!

there was no turning back. that's when he makan-ed my biscuits. i dunno why i said yes. it's most probably because i cant say 'NO'. i think it's time i start taking lessons for this basic action.

ahem... no.

No.

NO NO NO NO NO DAMMIT!

then suddenly seumas appears. thank the stars.

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

LOL. overeacting.








burn in doughnut hell, you!

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