Thursday, June 16, 2005

Life's a drama

Let's do a recap of what happened the past 2 days, shall we? Haven't had the 'time' to update because I was too caught up in this new book that Dad bought me. But I've since managed to excape from the clutches of Millie Criswell's latest fantasy! Muahahahaha.

Monday was another addition to the number of days I contracted "Movie Madness". How can I not? Mr & Mrs Smith is to die for!! Apart from the sexy and sizzling hot cast of Mr Pitt and Miss Jolie, I give the director 4 thumbs up (including my toes) for portraying Brad Pitt as a goof ball.

HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh my goodness, his butt-shaking/arm-swinging cha cha was downright hilarious! Barely 5 minutes into the beginning, audiences were already laughing their heads off. So is it worth my 7 bucks?

YESSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssss........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shirleen enjoy the show hor? hor?? As for Nick, I couldn't tell if he was laughing or choking on his popcorn (maybe both?).

Went home immediately after the show because Shirl wanted to collect mushrooms and snails and.... what else? Now you level what already huh?

However, while in the MRT, my mood went from a perfectly perky side to a dangerously sub-zero! WHY?! Because some immature brutes onboard, who were making fools out of themselves by giggling over the slightest issue, used me as a scapegoat for their laughing escapade!

Three teenage (attention-deprived) girls were standing in between me and a relatively cute French dude. How do I know he's french? I'm smart, that's why!

So I was minding my own business, occasionally feasting my eyes on that yummilicious hunk, when I noticed that one of the girls (the one in specs) was trying her utmost best (but still failed) to attract the french hottie's attention by laughing, doing the pixie dance and blushing EVERYTIME THE GUY LOOKED HER WAY!

But here's the juicy part. The dude only looked her way because HE WANTED TO KNOW WHAT THE FRICKIN' HELL WAS SO FUNNY! I exchanged glances with him when Little Miss I-want-to-bed-a-french-guy was engrossed in a conversation with her two other mindless buddies. I shot him an expression which he thoroughly understood; the "I have no idea what they're up to" expression. AND HE SMILED AT ME LEH!!!! Siao bo?!

Wahahahahaha! A french bloke smiled at me!!! OOooooohhhhh.... I think I'm gonna pass out.

Anyway, the 3 girls were deep in conversation right? Suddenly, the one with long hair looked STARED at me and proceeded to judge my outfit!

Now what do we have here? A Rachel Hunter wannabe? Just to set the record straight, I DID NOT sign up for "Are you hot?" which in turn means I DO NOT need judgements, or should I say criticisms, about how I choose to dress! Bloody hypocrite, WHY DON'T YOU LOOK AT THE RIDICULOUS TOP AND ULTRA-COMMON BOTTOM YOU'RE WEARING FIRST?!

I stared back at all 3 of them; giving them the "evil-eye" each time they looked at my direction. I was fucking on the verge of exploding! But I couldn't portray myself in bad light with a hottie around, could I? Thank goodness I reached Ang Mo Kio within 6 minutes.

Too bad for the short-sighted girl, Mr France alighted at Ang Mo Kio as well. She, on the other hand, might have to take another 3650967352285095 hour ride to Satan's home. That, was a boost to my ego (I smirked at the 3 of them) and my mood shot right up to a hundred.

I shall be honest at this point of time. I walked to the bus-stop beside the MRT station (Mr France followed suit) and
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HE TOOK THE BUS WHICH GOES TO FRENCH SCHOOL!!!!! Buahahahahahaha! That's how I know he's French lah.

So sad. I'm regretting not going to French School. I want my eye candy!!!! *sob sob*

I crossed the road happily after reaching my stop and upon walking up the stairs to home-sweet-home, I came across a girl sitting at the stairways CRYING. She was dressed in a hot pink top, had a stripe of shocking pink hair and tears were flowing down her cheeks.

Me, being the good samaritan that I am, went into my room, took a couple of pieces of Kleenex and handed it to her. But I was too shy lah... I just passed her the tissues, asked if she was ok and went back into the house. SOTONG right??? Wah lao eh!

That was my first step towards being a saint. Wahahahaha! I'll be part of the holy community in, let's say, 600 decades? Must be there to watch me recieve my certificate hor!

That night, had dinner with my family at Ang Mo Kio central and PAPA BOUGHT ME A NEW BOOK!!! Yippee~~!!!!! It's been ages since I last laid my hands on an Avon Romance Novel. Couldn't find any of Connie Mason or Rachel Gibson books.... ended up reading something by an unknown author; Millie Criswell.

Haiz... life really is a drama. Dad's thinking of giving Rocky away! But it's not Rocky's fault that he's starting to have ticks! It's that Raymond's (dad's friend) fault! We brought Rocky to Raymond's store for grooming and it was there that those insects found their way to Rocky's body!

FUCK YOU, RAYMOND! FUCK YOU, YOUR STORE, YOUR EQUIPMENT AND YOUR BLOODY LICENSE! May a thousand fleas haunt you, fucking humbug!

Damn it! I'm not gonna let Dad take Rocky away from me. First, in 2000, Kay was given away. ROCKY IS STAYING! I'm not gonna let him go away because of something which was entirely NOT HIS FAULT! If anyone should be blamed, it will be Raymond.

He will have to pay me back 3K (the cost of Rocky) to buy a new pup if Rocky's sent elsewhere. The next time I patronise his shop, I'll shave the fur off his rabbits and stuff his birds with doggy chow!


Tell me, how can I bare to give HIM away????!!!!!!!!


MY LITTLE BROTHER.