Friday, September 07, 2007
had dental just now. call me psycho, but i actually like going for dentals. changed my dentist cos my previous one set up her own clinic, and this current dentist is rather entertaining. today she was bitching with her assistant abt a woman called Mary. this shows female dentists are human too. dont know abt male dentists though. haha.
have been staring at old man's notes for the past 3 days and i seriously suspect he copies and pastes his notes frm various websites, esp his favourite prb.org. the style of writing of the various sections are super different. sometimes they can be formal, and sometimes they can be like super hip. the super hip sections are the ones that are suspicious, cos old man IS an old man.
I DONT WANNA RETAIN. if i do i'd think it's super unfair. i realized that studying hard in a JC is of no use. i mean, diligence is important but it doesnt give you the grades. some ppl dont even studying but yet they can crap their way out of it. it's super irritating. and, if i dont make it, i'd rather drop out and join Chewww or something, cos seriously, JC is a waste of my time. no matter how much effort you put in, it's still useless.
and going to a JC is like having PMS for 365 days a yr, minus the pimples. like what Poh said, "JC is the toughest period of your studying life." BAH. i got conned. i cant wait to get out of that hellhole, and if i do retain it's like an additional yr. sorry, but i cant take that.
on Sunday Father Ang dragged everyone to church. i think he's gonna do that every Sunday. :( church is like the 2nd place i'd nvr ever go to if i had a choice. the 1st is of course swimming pools. swimming pools are disgusting.
anyway, before mass we went to the coffeeshop to have breakfast, and i ordered eggs. when the eggs came Father Ang went, "need me to help you crack the eggs or not?"
me: no, i like to crack eggs.
--silence for awhile while i proceeded to crack my eggs--
Father Ang: is there water in the bowl? be careful ah, the eggs are hot.
me: orh.
Mother Ang: aiyoh, she's a big girl already lah, she can do it herself. you think she's still 5 yrs old ah?
haha. it's kinda sweet the way Father Ang still treats us as kids. i guess in every parents' eyes, their children would forever be children even when their kids are 40.
in a way, i dont wanna grow up either. the real world is complicated and it scares me. i'd rather live in a child's simplistic view of life and nvr think otherwise of anything else. when fat meant chubby or cute, not repulsive. when having zero fashion sense meant ignorance, not weird. when the most vulgar word i knew was stupid. when my ambition was to be a carpark attendant cos i thought they were lawyers, or to be a cashier cos it seemed fun scanning stuff and jabbing professionally away at the cash register. when i did something wrong, i could always run to Parents Ang and cry and they'd settle it for me, and not worry about it non-stop. when friends were just ppl i hung out with during recess. when guys just liked girls and girls just liked guys, there were no such things as gays or lesbians or sissies or bungs or bisexuals. when going to sch meant fun, and i didnt have to study for anything cos i knew i'd still at least pass. when happiness meant everything and money meant nothing, not vice versa.
:(
i think some candy fairy took over me recently, i've learnt that friends are important and without them i'd have died of depression or something. people are social animals, they cant survive alone.
today, it is the Berd's 17th birthday. thank you Berd, for the after-school McDonald's/yong tau foo lunches. thank you Berd, for watching Shrek 3 with me although you thought it was lame. thank you Berd, for yakking on and on abt bowling excitedly even though i caught no ball. thank you Berd, for doing super inaccurate imitations of other ppl and making me laugh like mad. maybe i will get you that Ernie and Bert ladies shirt frm Action City at PS cos, after all, you are aBert Berd. and if you ever read this, i know you'll get freaked out cos you're a guy, and guys dont do mushiness. Happy 17th Birthday. you're the Birthday Berd for the day.
i did say that i've been possessed by the candy fairy.
have been staring at old man's notes for the past 3 days and i seriously suspect he copies and pastes his notes frm various websites, esp his favourite prb.org. the style of writing of the various sections are super different. sometimes they can be formal, and sometimes they can be like super hip. the super hip sections are the ones that are suspicious, cos old man IS an old man.
I DONT WANNA RETAIN. if i do i'd think it's super unfair. i realized that studying hard in a JC is of no use. i mean, diligence is important but it doesnt give you the grades. some ppl dont even studying but yet they can crap their way out of it. it's super irritating. and, if i dont make it, i'd rather drop out and join Chewww or something, cos seriously, JC is a waste of my time. no matter how much effort you put in, it's still useless.
and going to a JC is like having PMS for 365 days a yr, minus the pimples. like what Poh said, "JC is the toughest period of your studying life." BAH. i got conned. i cant wait to get out of that hellhole, and if i do retain it's like an additional yr. sorry, but i cant take that.
on Sunday Father Ang dragged everyone to church. i think he's gonna do that every Sunday. :( church is like the 2nd place i'd nvr ever go to if i had a choice. the 1st is of course swimming pools. swimming pools are disgusting.
anyway, before mass we went to the coffeeshop to have breakfast, and i ordered eggs. when the eggs came Father Ang went, "need me to help you crack the eggs or not?"
me: no, i like to crack eggs.
--silence for awhile while i proceeded to crack my eggs--
Father Ang: is there water in the bowl? be careful ah, the eggs are hot.
me: orh.
Mother Ang: aiyoh, she's a big girl already lah, she can do it herself. you think she's still 5 yrs old ah?
haha. it's kinda sweet the way Father Ang still treats us as kids. i guess in every parents' eyes, their children would forever be children even when their kids are 40.
in a way, i dont wanna grow up either. the real world is complicated and it scares me. i'd rather live in a child's simplistic view of life and nvr think otherwise of anything else. when fat meant chubby or cute, not repulsive. when having zero fashion sense meant ignorance, not weird. when the most vulgar word i knew was stupid. when my ambition was to be a carpark attendant cos i thought they were lawyers, or to be a cashier cos it seemed fun scanning stuff and jabbing professionally away at the cash register. when i did something wrong, i could always run to Parents Ang and cry and they'd settle it for me, and not worry about it non-stop. when friends were just ppl i hung out with during recess. when guys just liked girls and girls just liked guys, there were no such things as gays or lesbians or sissies or bungs or bisexuals. when going to sch meant fun, and i didnt have to study for anything cos i knew i'd still at least pass. when happiness meant everything and money meant nothing, not vice versa.
:(
i think some candy fairy took over me recently, i've learnt that friends are important and without them i'd have died of depression or something. people are social animals, they cant survive alone.
today, it is the Berd's 17th birthday. thank you Berd, for the after-school McDonald's/yong tau foo lunches. thank you Berd, for watching Shrek 3 with me although you thought it was lame. thank you Berd, for yakking on and on abt bowling excitedly even though i caught no ball. thank you Berd, for doing super inaccurate imitations of other ppl and making me laugh like mad. maybe i will get you that Ernie and Bert ladies shirt frm Action City at PS cos, after all, you are a
i did say that i've been possessed by the candy fairy.
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