its been a loong traumatic day :/

malay O's.
let me count the ways how traumatic thou art.

my paper one was BEYOOND crap. the dialogue bit was shiit and not very depthful. the compo itself was about *SIGHS* saying goodbye to a rusty bicycle that had meant a lot to my family and it was basically, quality-wise, a lump of half-baked dough. oh oh oh i wish it was in english instead - you know, i realize that when it comes to writing malay compos, i come up with better ideas because i have to put in THAT much more effort compared to the almost effortless english writing. sadly, a cheap plain bun tastes much better than well, an expensive lump of half-baked dough.

my compo was um, about this girl and her family living in a kampong at Pulau Ubin. so since she was a kid, they've had this bike that got them around the whole island. memorable rides in the early morning to school yadda yadda yadda bonding moments with her dad; to cut the story short [wait- frock, this IS all my story diediedie] her dad loses his job and they have to go mainland to find a job so they've got to sell their bicycle before they go.

OMG it really sucks doesnt it?

on a brighter note, i was so traumatized after it that during the short break afterwards, i was ranting to matt about well, how bad it was and i was holding and fidgeting with my "empty" ribena packet and i accidentally squirted the remnants at him. i was too panicky though so only the small sane figure of myself hiding at the back of my head realized the humour of the situation heheh.

paper 2 wasnt as bad i suppose. though i realized halfway when i was doing my compre that they were actually asking me why the kid valued his teacher more than his monkey or something like that.
stupid questions for malay compres are quite legendary. for example if im not wrong, last year's paper asked them "why did the train stop at the train station?"

i made a pact with the rest of my classmates [a whopping total of 4!] NOT to tell my really stressed-out malay teacher the extent of it's bad-osity cuz we cant have him having a nervy B and hey, they're already limited spots there and c'mon, WE want them! ..or something to that extent.
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shit man, never again shall i retail therepy with my friends; the ones who look gorgeous in any overpriced item of clothing i mean. oh oh it's SO unfair *bawls*

on another brighter note, we found a mirror that made us look proportionately skinnier! disturbing thingy is, we were all fascinated with it and spent a good time scrutinizing our reflections. let your Inner Insecure Bimbo ruuule *sighs*

which leads me to my rant about how pissed i am about the slimming and boob enhancement ads that dominate the newspapers these days. it wouldnt be as bad if they were tastefully done but nooo, their smack giant pictures of BOOBS AND CLEAVAGE AND ENDLESS LEGS. full-page ads advocating how "OMG even if your perectly healthy, you still must trim those inches! big boobs=happy husbands!" pfft! talk about encouraging inferiority complexes and increasing rates of eating disorders.

i rest in the comfort of knowing that the photos are ALL digitally editted and the only reason her legs stretch to her armpits are cuz they air-brushed out her knees! hah!

kneeless freeeak with swollen lumps of fatty mammary glands.

which was why i was delighted much when i suddenly asked myself while browsing to Life "why's there a full-page pic of sorta gorgey guy wearing nothing but swimming trunks?" i am glad to announce that hah, the Metrosexual Era is fully here! no longer will the pages be splashed with bikini/hotpants-togged women; tis now OUR turn to OGLE at the epitomy of a perfect man! mwahahahaa

yes, it is now our turn to expect all of you to exist only and only in that muscular, well-defined form. any less, thou art unworthy of our short attention span - pecs biceps 6-packs, bring it on!!

pay-back is sweet.

naaah, im kidding. really.