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Discovered that I did not posted this post before my school starts. Oh well, I am posting it now.

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School's starting this coming week and I had been religiously coming to school almost everyday for cca. Not much of a holiday if you were to ask me.

However, for the fact that I came to school everyday, gave me all the more reason to water the plants for my hort club cca, which, for your info, I didn't : P


As my teacher in-charge says, “they need a considerate amount of water every day.” I’m not good with the daily care, so I splash them with a hose every few days or whenever I remember.

of course, this is not the way to treat babies(plants), folks. This coming from a person who studies the way of the plant yet hose them down and drown them with water.


Oh and lately, I had been seeing groups of student screaming from one end of the school to the other.

Well.....it sounded like screaming to me anyway, but it was really a bunch new students trying to cheer, I suppose. I think they call that orientation.
so much for being orientated

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Few days ago, I ordered a milkshake from MacDonald and it has never felt so wrong and embarrassing.



Initially, I wasn't soooo sure whether it was MacDonald or some other fast food outlet which sells milkshake. So I went ahead and asked to clear my doubt.

No harm right?


WRONG!!!

Me: Do you sell milkshake here?
Cashier girl: (Startled) *Looks around to confirm she wasn't in a brothel*  Yes we do.


Cashier girl: What flavour would you like?
Me: Chocolate.........

For the fact that she's Indian, and me choosing chocolate, seemed so racist.
However if I were to be funny, I would have ordered coffee flavour.



I died a little on the inside due to the sheer embarrassment of it all.
The milkshake was exceptionally too sweet..... I kid you not!

During the whole conversation, I tried to kept my composure and held a sturdy and serious face but ended up looking like this

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Did you know that the stop button in the bus coloured in blue has a different purpose than the one in red?

Until recently, I didn't even know that I was NOT suppose to press it unless I am on a wheelchair which in my case, I wasn't.

For those who do not know the difference :

• The one in red are designed for non-disabled people.

• The one in blue are designed for passenger-in-wheelchair ONLY and the bell sounded different which made me realised that I may have done something which I should not have done.

So... I was like:

Ohai blue buttonz! You be closest to me so me just press ya. kkthxbai

*Ring, Ding, dong ding dong*
The bell sounded different....
I swung my body and looked towards the little writings above the blue button


Oh-Em-Gee.
The service leader will help you alight from the bus?! Now you don't have that luxury everyday now do we?
I would have pretended that I was on wheelchair but it would just be insulting to people who are genuinely on wheelchair now would it?


The bus driver looked at the rear-mirror of the bus and shot me a glare saying
'Someone needs a Muthafvcking uppercut.'
He gave me the look like as if every time he hear that thing go off, he would wanna beat a kitten to death with a puppy.

Of course i felt embarrassed

Please...just let me leave in shame.....in my invisible wheelchair

Stupidity is not a handicap
But my spasm is.

As Ms Tan peered around the class, waiting for the kids to finish copy down the answers on the board, she had her eyes fixated on one particular student with interest, whose posture was starting to look more and more like a ski jumper in midflight.


That boy was me.


She had then proceeded by using her droning voice which had amplified throughout the classroom and out to the halls, catching the attention of the kids who were originally scribbling away industriously.

I took a few seconds to register my situation and looked up. With a deep long breath and my hands glued to the sides of the table, I stood up and said “You are beautiful “. I realized how idiotic that sounded but I knew her weakness.


She was single.


You could see Ms Tan taking some time to digest the information. The impression of a forever-angry-and-unkind woman I knew was gone; she was now undergoing some sort of mental tremor. I toyed with my fingers as she tried to string words into sentences.

She frowned, unable to fathom what kind of joke could set everyone laughing so insanely.

Of course I did not meant what I said because it would have given a new meaning to the word “beautiful”.


Of course, the ending is obvious, I was led to that air-conditioned room again or the detention room which I had mentally changed the name of the room to Hell Room: The room where Ms Tan, the gatekeeper, will seek food like me….


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Weirdos are everywhere. No exception at gym. They do not harass or offend me directly, but what they do, sometimes, really make feel I am an alien to this world.



I wouldn't mind it if they were actually standing in one corner and not hog on a machine but they just had to hog the machine just to stare at girls without working out.
This.piss.me.off.
I have to wait for him to have orgasm for his eyes before he will stand up and let me use the machine.





Drying of armpit hair is still acceptable in my point of view but DRYING YOUR PUBIC HAIR?! COME ON!
I had seen this male who had just finished showering, proceeded to the hairdrying corner, heroicly had his leg hiked up on the counter and  had the hairdryer blowed into his nether regions.

(FAIL.)

Sadly enough, even before I could withdraw from the horrific sight of it, it had burn and etched into my memory like a photograph.

That’s not a childhood memory anybody should ever be stuck with.( now whenever i think about hairdryer, it reminds me of him)

and now i am always having nightmare of it, forcing me to wake up screaming what the "f--?!?"

This made me chuckle

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So I have applied my position as a cashier in KFC.
They handed me a paper to fill in my particulars and it was filled with words being crossed and cancelled. I kid you not!
What caught my eyes to that job was.... 

'Lunch is provided'

as long as my stomach is happy, its alright.

I am surprised that I am not a members of the Chubby Wubby Fat Club because I have been choking down a whole junk of food all my life.

My mom would usually be against the idea of me working but this time, she had a change of heart.

But the decision to work is mine alone because I believe that

You have a leg for a reason,
to stand on your own and not rely on others

I don't want to tap into my family's wealth to buy stuff I like.

However being a cashier could means doing zombie-like things
Things which make people to be emotionless as a stone

I have seen people working as a cashier.
They've got a look saying, I'm the most miserable person in the world and they would usually have an eye of a corpse

The customer could as well look like a cucumber - They wouldn't notice much of a difference

I want to work at kfc. So I can make my mom regret asking me work.
I am going to bring home and eat kentucky fried chicken infront of her pet birds.
yum~