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Saturday, September 10, 2005

On a midnight dreary

ny friend just had his car wheel clamped at bishan 8, it's no suprise since his car blocked HALF then entrance to the car park. anyways he was broke and then he decided to go draw some money as there was a sig that said WARNING! wheel-clamp area etc etc release fee: $100. BESIDE his car... (i mean with a sign that size beside ur car, u still parked there. who the hell cares if it was for 5 mins which u claimed or the 30 mins that u probably took... ur screwed.)

so upon a midnight dreary as he pondered weak and weary, he trudged and made his way to JUNCTION 8 where he promptly drew out $80 as he had $20 in his wallet. phase 1 of the mission accomplished, he then walked back to bishan 8 to find the guard where he tried to argue his way out if it(to no avail of course), and then proceeded to pay the guard $100 to remove the clamp. the guard looked at him, SMILED and said, " son, it's $105. $5 gst charge." my friend died.

eating lunch with "friend" of mine is the most grueling experience, let's call him G for simplicitie's sake and for my own sanity least he discovers my blog which i think he has. haha. screw u son of a bitch! he is a pain in the ass. he cannot order alone, he cannot order with me, he has to prove that he is more "MAN" than me and he has to prove a god damn fucking point that he is closer to the other guy that we're having lunch with. LIKE I GIVE A FUCKING DAMN! dont u think if i wanted to be closer to the guy i would TRY to talk to him more. how about i don't really care and so leave me alone for crying out loud. 1, i do not want to go for lunch with you. 2, u do not leave me a choice when u ask me out for lunch 1 week in advance. i feel it is a simple case of low self esteem. thus, the need to assert yourself at every availble opportunity. the need to feel needed and the need to feel important. i pity your sad and miserable 22 years of existance, that at the end of 22 yrs of life you cannot find your own nitch in life, that you cannot be happy with what you've got, that you cannot even find some sembalance of self worth. instead, you go around leaching yourself on to people you call your "BROTHERS" that half of them do not want you around. now are you aware of that! of course you aren't since your "brothers" that i am not close to tell me how irritating you are and god damn shitty being around you can be. of course you will not believe me since you are MR POPULAR. haha, stop deluding yourself PLEASE.

you prick. if it were not for ur "brother" asking me to join him and you for lunch i would not go. and it is no secret that he does NOT want to be eating lunch alone with you.

1 comment:

joyce unkhoo said...

Wah you're bitchier than me, friend! Hahaha!

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