Thursday, April 13, 2006.

LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO...

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TA-DA! MR CARROT!



Ain't it cute? It's a carrot, not a pumpkin!









Anyway I think I screwed up severely in my maths quiz. And, trigonometry is such an annoyingly hard topic I feel like puking everytime I see it. BLEARGH.

I was rather pissed off today with the guys and their vulgarities and rude behaviour. Seriously, the guys in A03 are like, the least gentlemanly? Crude too, and it gets really annoying when the f word slips out their mouth without them even being sorry for it, to the point of being indignant in their speech that the word is a part of their everyday vocabulary.

My foot.

Maybe it's just me, but I really do feel uncomfortable hearing their vulgarities, and it irks me that they say it without any consciousness and without any gentlemanly grace and thought for the respect of others.

I really, really, really abhor their way of speech.


Vicky likes to bully me. Why? Because I respond in a manner which cracks him up. Tsk.

Yesterday we visited the Supreme Court. It was an utterly boring one cause I had a headache the moment I stepped into the building. The entire building is such a waste of land and space. It's far too spacious when land in Singapore is scarce. AYE.

We were elevated up to the highest storey in the building where we had a view of the area. There were diagonal glass frames angled at a certain steepness from the floor to the top.

Vicky happily enlisted the help of Germaine to call me to the side of the glass frame cause I am always partially deaf when it comes to him calling me. HAH.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT MEAN THING HE DID?

He told me to look out at something and I was trying my best not to go near the edge, and at the same time trying to spot whatever he was asking me to look at.

I gullibly believed him when I asked him if he was going to push me and he said no.

After a few moments, he gave me a slight push with one palm from the back, or at least he attempted to cause he made a sound and I could feel him wanting to push him.

He said my reaction and facial expression was classic and he should have video recorded it down. :
I think my arms were like flailing.

STUPID VICKY.

He kept laughing at me, even till today. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I think I have a very sad life.

And what's with the stupid IDP?

We're going to have an interview, fine.

BUT SHE EXPECTS US TO PUT ON PROFESSIONAL CLOTHES, WITH JACKET AND HANDBAG AND SHOES TO MATCH.

Get a life, woman, and get out of mine.

Please don't give me extra workload and stop traumatising me.















I want to whack someone, seriously.

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