I suck at colouring. D-A-M-N…!
i cannot be more certain than this time, about…
Lady Luck was never there for me,
Doctor Charms never knew me,
and Mr Fate & Miss Destiny never met me with better mood.
Either all of the above or perhaps…
I should just get a pair of fuchsia French knickers… Some people say having fuchsia undies brings luck.
I guess i must have swallowed the grenade this time. Devil. Help. Me.
I remembered how Rainier yelled at someone who meddled with his stuff, “Hey you! Yea, you… The bitch with the big ‘B’!!!” That was because she was being unreasonably rude.
I remembered how i described a teacher who gave us so much unrelated crappy homework to do a week before the semester exams and still thought she was bloody funny at it, a “Bitchy witch.”
I remembered how i saw a punk lady who waited for a parking space for so long and soon enough another lady just inconsiderately drove through and parked into the space the former was waiting for and then i heard, “Hey u buttface bitch! I waited here for long already!”
I remembered how Gary said, “A bitch is someone who sleeps with everyone, a slut is someone who sleeps with everyone else but YOU.”
Okay, the last one there was soooo totally irrelevant, blah! Give me a BREAK! This whole week was the bitchiest i’ve ever experienced! *gulp*
Firstly, it’s the examination season again. And this time, bigger! badder… and bitchier too! What i meant by badder because seems like everyone’s getting sicker each passing day; bitchier was because it’s the first time we were evaluated by a negative-marking scheme, with 4 prescriptions to settle, all being prescribed by a bunch of noobie-doctors who could come up with any mistake they can think of just to make sure we know what are mistakes for. It’s so that in the future should there be any real doctor who tends to be a noobie-doctor we can easily go bitch-slap her/him. No question asked. Went in with a 100, came out with a -100. It’s like choking with a grenade stucked at the throat, damn!
Secondly, two close friends who live below my flat with woman-’B’ who is sooo unreasonably inconsiderate just experienced a fire-storm, caused by (yea…) no other than the woman-of-the-big-’B’. Big-b happened to chopped a chop-board into HALVES(!!!) with a chopper and later said she was inevitably “most unfortunate” because “everyone” had thought the board would have gone bye-bye anyway sometime, sooner or later. “Everyone”, when later found out was NO ONE at all. “Most unfortunate” because she (claimed as a princess herself, wtf?!) also said she was at the wrong time, because it might have been anyone else who would break the chopping board at that very time. Basically, yea.. wrong place at the wrong time, as mentioned. Rather than just quietly go get a new chop-board by herself, she buttface-dly went and asked all her other housemates to pay for the chopboard and added that they were such cheapOs to get cheap stuff with no quality. And because that was such a breaking news, she told everyone, despite with no interest to listen to her, that she was the one that never could break anything And it was all due to the cheapskate items HER HOUSEMATES bought. WTF?!
Thirdly, Friendster is soooo GAY! At least for every moment they do maintenance… What, with all the messages sent by friends around, they’re blanks for now! Again with my typical not-very-amused-tone, FRIENDSTER IS SOOOO GAY~~!
Moving on, Glasgow skies are starting to pour. Can’t decide whether to let the window opened for air but wetting my window pane and a lil’ of carpet, or closed window, dry window pane n carpet but stale air. And because of the exam season, I am being less DOTA-fied. I’m sure lots of hommies there are rather glad than sad for that. Okay! Chiao i am to curl under my covers with the books again.
Firstly, all the happiest wish from yours truly from the faraway land in the west! To Vincent aka Master Vince for his 22nd year on Earth, Sew with his blast of 21 years and KHAR YAN my weeny-beeny-schweet zhimui with her earlie-thed 21st birthday celebration, can’t do much from here but if i was there you know where would we be and what else would we be doing. For the rest that never came close to really really know us inside out or never even knew everyone of us, the title’s a mere introduction. I’ll let the pictures do the say.
Birthday celebrations back our home are never the same at anywhere else. What’s called a birthday bash is really a bash, regardless whether it’s meant to be celebrated with a surprise or otherwise. Most definitely, birthday cakes were never one just for plain bites. Birthday people are dunked into it and for obvious reasons, I need not state out who are the must-be-there-dunkers.
Master Vince’s fool-creamed…
None other than Sew with his dunked face… Apparently he was even dunked for TWICE, a record to uphold among us!
The earlier celebration for Khar Yan’s 21st birthday right in the key-hole…
And i think everyone could have recalled David’s birthday bash last 2 months. What’s there to say more? Evidently, we do not really need a table to do a full-dunk’ed
And of course, who would have even forget my “cocoa butter mask” ; ladies are dying to get such face spa and i got it free from the help of my homeboys!
And if there’s no cake to be used, alternatives are never exhausted, just as long we still have our birthday rituals practiced at everyone’s time of their year, although sometimes it may involve a lil’ struggling… but no harm, really!
Cause at (this one) Danny’s 21st birthday, even Uncle Liew (Khar Yan’s dad who is also my Kai-Pah) did not miss out the overwhelming fun we’d had!
And… The result?
Since a pool has much more volume enough to be shared among so many, it’s a MUST that everyone has his or her share too…! There we are, sisters for life, after having our turns of dunkin’splash!