Wrapped up tightly in sushi style, I was excreting perspiration through the pores of the skin at a ready speed. It didnt help that my comforter was thick with layers and layers of cotton or the fact that was I was too chicken step out of my bed to reach for the air-con controller. I lay there, with my eyes wide open ready to feast my eyes on any ghostly figure hovering in my room and my lungs ready to inhale a considerable amount of air to allow me to let out a earth-shattering scream.
Images of my bloody mangled body being discovered by my mother the next morning provided no comfort. or thoughts of the room lights flickering and going off and the computer screen coming on, emitting an eerie glow and suddenly ghostly words flashing across the screen accompained by a female voice over the speakers saying "i will haunt you"
All these just because I didn't send a "chain" message. A message that threatens that i will be haunted if i didn't. Well, i am being haunted....by my own paraniod thoughts that is. I blame my sister for feeding my over-paraniod-ness. After all, she did allow me to digest episodes after episodes of X-files when I was clearly underage for such graphic and haunting plots (therefore my brain being the perfect breeding ground such over-the-top paranoia)
I know i'm over-reacting but i cant seem to help it.I'm the kind who covers nine-tenth of the screen while watching a scarey movie.
oh my gosh....i can't take it anymore. the haunting words of the message keeps replaying in my head and my paranoid overworking to satisfy my fears.........
Standing at the bustop which offered little comfort to the swelting heat, I stood there impatiently with my arms folded infront of me. I stragetically placed myself near the edge of the bustop so that I could frown and try to make out the numbers of each bus that passed by and to stay away from the bulk of primary schools kids who were stinking up the bustop. Despite my obivious body language that I was irritated and annoyed due to the weather,offensive smell and the high noise level, I heard a cheerful "Hi!" directed at me. I turned and saw an indian boy leaning on the fence and grinning at me. He raised his finger and circled his face and said , very loudly, "your face very pretty!". I raised my recently (and beautifully) plucked eyebrow at him that obivously said :what the f***? Then he responsed in a louder voice, "MISS! WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
I was horrified. I couldn't bring myself respond in any way to state that he was kuku in the head not because we had such a large audience at the crowded bustop but due to the fact that he was only half my height.
kids these days...tsktsk
"You know the world is going crazy when
the best rapper is a white guy,
the best golfer is a black guy,
the Swiss hold the America's Cup,
France is accusing the US of arrogance, and
Germany doesn't want to go to war."
Has anyone seen the Miss Singapore commerical? The one that goes "they have grace...they have poise...not only that they have Ts and As...Talents and Abilities that is." How lame can they can? My sis reckons it actually means Tits and Ass. I second that. On a different subject, I hate the word tits or teats for that matter. It just sounds so......er, tity. I mean doesn't breasts sound better? or bosom...or even nipples for godness's sake. but tits!??
Hm, thinking about that has bought to mind a certain issue me n jo talked about recently.I watched a show once that said " A women's utimate fantasy is doing it with another girl. And a man's ultimate fantasy is to jump into bed and join them." I just had to ask jo whether or not that is true haa. His response I shall not reveal. I mean, give my guy a little privacy ya? haa. But i can say that my ultimate fantasy is definately not doing it with another girl. haha.
Ottava rima? Me? That can't be right! Too frivolous? But tut, there's no such thing! Let others ponder thoughts of wrong and right, Or sit and think how much they love the spring; I'd rather spend my time in gleeful spite, Or maybe laugh, or maybe sit and sing. Besides, it might be fun to be inspiring - But surely it would get so very tiring.
Mrs. Ng-Gan Lay Choo
Yishun Junior College
3 Yishun Ring Road
Singapore 768675
RE: School transfer
We, as parents of Katherine, would like first and foremost to express our overflowing gratitude on granting her admission into your wondrous school.
Last year, we came to you in hope of Katherine’s admission, you agreed and we were elated. However it was not meant to be as Catholic Junior College retained Katherine as one of their students.
We have since persuaded Katherine to stay Catholic Junior College, but she seemed determined to join your College. Her reasons for joining your college are unknown to herself, much less to us. We suggest you stop asking unnecessary questions and start making full use of this opportunity to exploit this lazy but otherwise very talented student
