kill bill, again and again!
beware, the kids have come out to play!
my counter-attack was swift and potent. i swung out my trusty parang and swiped it cleanly across the babbling necks of pesky noisy sch children. then i ran them over with a heavy-duty tank, squishing em flat and producing a juicy SPLAT that could be heard by many others miles away who were cheering me on.
behold, the Queen Bitch strikes once again! i was pretty sure they could feel the power from my icy cold dagger stare that projected the well-crafted killing conjured in my mind into their fluffy brains, annihilating 5566, gareth gates and any other idiotic pop idol in its path. it bore down their throats and ceased any inane airhead speech that was threatening to pollute our clean and green environment.
finally, peace reigned.
sch holidays are the bane of my existence. not my hols, of course. evrywhere u go there are packs of very loud sch kids blockin ur way and disturbing ur senses with their stupid acts and even more stupid conversations.
'i so swear i'm not gonna speak chinese till like, september!'
'ooohhhh!' -insert raucous giggles-
and so forth. the rest i blocked out with my blasting songs. the lady next to me on the bus changed seats. i was deeply traumatized. be afraid. be very, very afraid.
to top it all off, i was waiting for the traffic lights to change when i realised that this stumpy bald ang moh guy was taking a photo in my direction. now, i hope i wasn't mistaken but am pretty sure that i was the intended object. there was nobody behind and infront of me. the lens were directed straight at me.
now did i mention he's a whole head shorter than me? and that he didn't elevate his arms when he took the photo? and he had a leery grin on his damned face?
SO WAT THE F**K ARE U TRYING TO TAKE A PHOTO OF?!? MY BOOBIES??!!! TAKE THAT, U LITTLE TEAPOT SHORT AND STOUT!
once again, my parang glinted under the bright sunshine of midday. luckily my boobies are non-existent anyway. maybe he mistook me for a bapok.
my counter-attack was swift and potent. i swung out my trusty parang and swiped it cleanly across the babbling necks of pesky noisy sch children. then i ran them over with a heavy-duty tank, squishing em flat and producing a juicy SPLAT that could be heard by many others miles away who were cheering me on.
behold, the Queen Bitch strikes once again! i was pretty sure they could feel the power from my icy cold dagger stare that projected the well-crafted killing conjured in my mind into their fluffy brains, annihilating 5566, gareth gates and any other idiotic pop idol in its path. it bore down their throats and ceased any inane airhead speech that was threatening to pollute our clean and green environment.
finally, peace reigned.
sch holidays are the bane of my existence. not my hols, of course. evrywhere u go there are packs of very loud sch kids blockin ur way and disturbing ur senses with their stupid acts and even more stupid conversations.
'i so swear i'm not gonna speak chinese till like, september!'
'ooohhhh!' -insert raucous giggles-
and so forth. the rest i blocked out with my blasting songs. the lady next to me on the bus changed seats. i was deeply traumatized. be afraid. be very, very afraid.
to top it all off, i was waiting for the traffic lights to change when i realised that this stumpy bald ang moh guy was taking a photo in my direction. now, i hope i wasn't mistaken but am pretty sure that i was the intended object. there was nobody behind and infront of me. the lens were directed straight at me.
now did i mention he's a whole head shorter than me? and that he didn't elevate his arms when he took the photo? and he had a leery grin on his damned face?
SO WAT THE F**K ARE U TRYING TO TAKE A PHOTO OF?!? MY BOOBIES??!!! TAKE THAT, U LITTLE TEAPOT SHORT AND STOUT!
once again, my parang glinted under the bright sunshine of midday. luckily my boobies are non-existent anyway. maybe he mistook me for a bapok.
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