-=| My 1 week long report... |=-
I wonder what’s happening to me, last week hasn’t been a good week for me. Observe carefully and realise that bad luck is coming my way, =/.
Anyways, on Tuesday I attended Amos’s grandma’s wake. It was my first wake tat I attended, a Christian wake. I could hear from the testimonies of the grandchildren that they were quite close to their grandma. At the end of the whole service, people could walk round the coffin and shake hands with the relatives. OMGosher! Didn’t know what to do, because every time I go around shaking hands with people I’ll go with a grin or a smile, whether a real one that’s another question,=o. Didn’t go around studying people’s facial expression, but I went around with this ‘:i’ look.
Went to school for Geography lesson on Wednesday. The class was crazy, seriously lots of disturbing here n there. Laughing through everything, from 11am-1am, just manage to finish 2 questions.
Here comes the bad luck session, after geog lesson MingSheng, Elaina, Natarin n I went to eat at the fully packed chicken rice stall. When I entered the stall, the washer lady came out with wet plates n water dripped on my shoes, ‘,/. Thought tat it was okay, finally managed to get a seat to sit n the waitress came to attend to us, n her wadding legs in plastic slippers stepped on my toes. It hasn’t ended yet, when the plates of chicken finally arrived, the soyasause from the chicken dripped out of the plate, and on to the table, it began to flow, and it was a few mms before going off the table and onto my clothes.
Thursday I was shocked up by my mum at 7+, wad does she want? She started screaming my name from the living room. I ordered a big breakfast at Yakun, ordered toasts, iced tehsee n super hard boiled eggs (I don’t like runny watery eggs). It turned out tat I finished eating the toast n drinking the tehsee, but my eggs didn’t come. Maybe I shouldn’t have ordered it, or maybe they forgot about it. But had to wait quite a long while before it came, even then the insides were soft.
The government recently made a rule that all HDB houses have to have all the screws of the windows changed to stainless steal. So those contractors were coming, they said they were coming at 9am. So we had to rush home to take down curtains, paste newspaper all over to prevent dust from penetrating. The pasting of the newspaper felt worst then the time where Shaun n I had to skin the apples for aunty Pikyee’s birthday. To addition my mum was screaming my name as she please to help her with stuff. Imagine that you are in the midst of cutting tape and about to tape that newspaper down and your mum screams your name to help her out to do something she is doing. So I had to finish doing all her stuff before going back to taping my room.
Those irresponsible contractors fang wo men ge zi (let go of our pigeon= didn’t turn up for a meeting).They should come at 9am, but turned up at 5pm, during that many hours my mum was like flooding the contractor guy’s mobile, till he kept hanging up on her. If I were my mum I’ll give that guy a lecture. “No one ever hangs up on me, n you have no reason to do so. I’m going to get a bitch fit. What’s your name? And what’s your boss’ name?. . .”
Those ban gala workers were horrible, drilling our windows n litter all the screws n nails on the floor. The contractor was looking for a maid to clean the house up after everything was done. ”Eh, ask your maid to come n sweep up the place.” can really tell that this guy is so pampered with such services.
After they left, there were so much more cleaning to do. This holiday was just horrible, n one thing I don’t understand is that my mum doesn’t scream for my sis, this is just unfair treatment.
This holiday was super wreak, planned to do a lot of things but ended up doing nothing,=/. Planned to do a detox, study for my prelims, ended up wasting time sleeping and slacking because I’m too shagged.
Friday was also another cleaning up day, woke up because of the loud blasting radio was on, plus screaming of my name from my mum. Hack care her already, let her call until she sian.
That afternoon actually had tuition with that Henri guy, but he cancelled it at the last minute when I smsed him, which means if I don’t sms him he won’t tell me. Hates this last minute stuff, but hey, it’s tuition, never mind.
In the evening there was cell dinner, because we finished a whole lesson. It was at Delifrance, the place where I always have my tuition, no appetite at all. Shaun ordered this turkey ham sandwich and the restraint ran out of cheese, n the outcome of it was a croissant with lots of lettuce and tomatoes with some miserably little pieces of turkey ham. That is so sad yeah?
Shaun later ordered ice cream, and turned out it couldn’t be done n was served with another plus a complementary, whoo! I liked the waffle on it, and I ate part of the complementary.
Had lots of crazy lame jokes in the restraunt, and I guess everyone began to move away from us, one whole row of long table. Think I got too high on the iced tea, laughed all the way home like a drunkard, or even a drug addict.
Woke up late on Saturday, didn’t even go for Sabbath school because mum had a bad hair day. She recently got cheated into perming her hair, and on one side her hair wasn’t done properly so it was draping longer then the other. So I had to help her with it, and I guess it became worst, ahhaz.
The preaching was utterly boring, just kind of a faccinated with the tossing of chicken feathers as he was trying to illustrate a story. Went out to lunch super late, and ended up eating watermelon and cake for lunch. (detox huh? Or fruit fast.)
Slacked the whole afternoon away, then originally wanted to eat linner (lunch n dinner) at Macs with Shaun, Geoh n James. Then on the way there Shaun didn’t want to go as he had to rush sumwhere, then Richard was invited, resulting Geoh n James talking in front and Richard and I quietly following them behind. Thinking that this would happen in Macs again, I feel that there’s no point in goin anymore, because I’m not hungry. I don’t know why but I feel that Richard is very childish, and he is also real annoying. I guess that is how he entertains people in indo, or that is how he gets entertain. Wonder if they had fun in Macs.
Went to PL’s house, it was a world of super diaoness. Had nutthin better to do, no one was there except Yansheng, and he was playing his game boy, how entertaining yeah? Chatting with Stanley and Raymond over stuff tat I’m not even interested.
But soon after I realise tat SCV had lots of stuff to watch, Switched from Taiwanese talk shows to cartoon network to nicholodeans. Finally seen some real shows for teenagers, “that’s so raven” about this gal and those sarcastic jokes.
Reached home at 3am, went to the toilet to wash my face. And when I was sqeeshing some of my blackheads and to my horror I realise that there was a roach on the cosmetic rack juz below the mirror. It had twitching fillers, long hairy legs and it was crawling all over those cosmetic bottles. EWw~!
Out of desperation, I reached out for the shower head and tried flushing it down the drainage system. That plan didn’t work. That irritant had good survivor skills, and it kept struggling to reach for the nearest tiled wall. But using my high powered shower head it was bombarded off the wall.
By accepting defeat it headed off and out of the door into the dark kitchen with high speed like a road runner and was never seen again. It’s wings were all drenched n I doubt it can fly for the mean time.
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Name : Joel Xiang Desheng P3RS0N@L!TY
Personality : Flamboyant T@g W!SH3S 3M@!l CURR3NT M00D W3@TH3R F00T PR!NTS !N 3 S@nd R@D!0 ST@T!0NS P@ST R3CORDS L!NKS
DOB : 19th May 1988
Age : 19+
Height : 1.73++m
Weight : Abt 60kg
Zodiac : Dragon
Horroscope : Taurus
Fav Sports : Breathing exercises on the bed every night(snore)
Fav colour : Blue, silver, black
Fav things : Vintage looking stuff...
Hates : People who commands me to do anything
Worst habits : Talking back, bitching...
Best Habits : Obeys house rules
How do u relax : Bitching, complaining, vibrate my ear drums with sound waves from my disc man
One thing tat no one noes abt? : i'm Sentimental...
Three words 2 describe me : Rude Noisy Freak
One liner tat i'm most proud of : Being kind to your enemy means to be cruel to yourself
Moto in life : Look 4 a goal n strife hard
