Sunday, April 02, 2006

My mum and I were talking about the disgusting behaviour of primary 6 kids nowadays [some of them, not all] and well, it really is disgusting. My mum had to relief some teacher in some primary school, and let's just say she had some nasty experiences with prepubescent boys talking back to her, chubby girls putting on makeup in class, and shit like that.

STOP this disgusting attitude boys and girls!

Next thing you know they will be fornicating on the streets like nobody's business.

Actually they are. Close to, anyway. Went out for what was supposed to be an exco dinner but only me, g, shal and parvie turned up. My god there were SO MANY of these small little kids walking around, holding hands, supposedly lepakking and doing teenager things, and they have to be primary 6 max. What is this???

Why do their parents let them out at 10 on a Saturday night doing absolutely nothing at all? Except for abit of maksiat here or there, they weren't doing anything really productive anyway. Might as well go home and grow some boobs before going out and making a complete idiot of yourself right.

These kids. Tsk.

And don't tell me I'm getting old okay. I still have about three more years to being an adult. This year's not counted because most of it is spent studying and nerdifying myself till O-Levels. After O-Levels I will just go all out and fucking celebrate! WOOHOO

Ahem. But till then. Well. Unnghh.

OH and my mum had to remind me about my role as a conflict manager in primary school. You know how there was all this bullying issues going around in primary school and things like that? Well, I happened to be a deputy head prefect, and I was appointed conflict manager. I know it sounds stupid already. Our job was to wear a freaking neon sash during recess and patrol around, making sure there are no arguments or riots or wars.

WTF?

I totally forgot about it and my mum had to bloody remind me. Oh my freaking god that had to be the worse shit I've ever done as a prefect in primary school. A neon sash for god's sake. A freaking NEON sash?? No wonder these kids are turning into little psychobiatches.

Obviously I didn't take the job seriously DUH.

Eh wait, did I?

Well, I did. For the first few, what, days? I actually DID patrol around with that bloody sash. But only on the incentive that I get to come up to class waaaay later than the rest of the kids. I mean, we prefects need to eat too, to serve the school step by step towards excellence. That was the school motto by the way. I mean, it still is but yeah.

That was when canteen food was actually nice. I actually loved the food. Cheap and good. They actually had baked potatoes for a dollar. A whole potato you know, with either cheese or mayo, for one buck. There was sweetcorn too. And we used to top up our waterbottles at the drinks stall for the same price you pay for a cup. And etcetera etcetera etcetera.

Right. Enough ranting for today. Back to school tomorrow. Haissh.

@ 4:55 AM

SYAF I AM

Okay, so I'm this girl right.

Who had big plans to change the world.
When I was young, I wanted to be either a zoologist, veterinarian or pilot.
I wanted to travel and help eradicate poverty.

And then when this girl grows up, she's all like, fack that!
She becomes guilty of things she never thought she'd have done.
She meets people of all shapes and sizes, some beautiful, some downright fugly.
Both inside and outside.
She becomes acquainted with some things called failure and commitment.
She realises love is as elusive as, perhaps, weight loss.

I let my inner demon out through my art.
Enjoy.

Y

SYAF LOVES

green eyes on hot guys, red and purple shoes, pepper and cream puffs, lincoln park at midnight
sitting on carpark roofs talking nonsense, meaningful silences, chewy cookie bits in vanilla ice cream
chocolate icing, shopping till my legs give out, smiling at random people, thinking about stuff

N

SYAF HATES

panadol or whatever pills for that matter, retarded nails, losing my voice, being broke
bananas, my thighs and big ass, man boobs, seeing something i really like but discovering that it costs a bomb


SYAF WANTS

levi's jeans, pimple cream, fake lashes, hair dye, a bigger paycheque, M&Ms
new specs, and possibly a hotass guy to sweep me off my feet

YOU SAY


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