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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.

what the...

i was walking towards class this morning. as i was entering through the door, i saw that the notice board had a big gaping hole in it. i was puzzled. well, because my class notice board didnt have a big gaping hole in it. it was too late to turn around, so as i entered the class, i was facing a huge crowd of unfamiliar faces.

*stares at people*
*people stare back*
*jaw drops and runs out of the class*
*seumas laughs in the distance*

yes... dammit, i entered the wrong class.


another incident that had caused much humiliation for me, and another member of my family, occurred a few years back.

as i was in the afternoon school session, i had time for breakfast/lunch/brunch/whatever with my mum. on that occasion, we went to gurney plaza. after breakfast/lunch/brunch/whatever, my mum had to do some grocery shopping. after bla bla bla bla, it was time to pay up.

we were waiting in line behind a lady. so when she was waiting to sign the credit card bill, the cashier scanned our items. my mum told me to push the trolley back, so i did.

if you havent noticed, the cashier lane is very narrow. so narrow, it can only accommodate one trolley or maybe just two people at a time.

sequence of events:
  1. pushing trolley towards the end of the lane
  2. lady in the way
  3. still tries to push through
  4. trolley and lady's bum connect
  5. lady makes a sound + irritated face
  6. everyone turns to stare
  7. still trying to push through, oblivious
  8. lady's bum is SQUEEZED and COMPRESSED by the trolley
  9. mum stares, cashier stares, everyone stares
  10. push reverse push reverse push reverse
  11. lady's bum goes up down up down up down

SIGH.

everything else is just a blur. all i know is that i really pissed the lady off and embarrassed my mum. dont ask me why she didnt move. maybe she liked having her bum massaged...

okay... get that out of my head.


i think about all the humiliating events in my life every now and then. and then i laugh at myself. so dont be alarmed if you happen to see me laughing with/at myself. laughing with/at oneself is usually a symptom of psychosis too. but you can rest assured that it is not in this situation... i think.

oh whatever. right now, my thoughts = scrambled egg.







what is your embarrassing moment?

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