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Tuesday, January 13, 2009, 7:53 PM
Did i say that i loathe you
The previous night had been insanely heavy, i ate some bad squid so the entire morning was spent in the toilet suffering from a bad case of the runs, my head had been throbbing all day and my body felt red hot. I'm not sure if it was cos of the nerves or the bad squid, but i felt unwell and sick. The morning had been nothing but fear, me, ling, igs, doug and gerald slumped around the chalet getting dressed in the all too familiar white shirt and pants. The drive to school was agonizingly slow. I was the first one to get his results, mr mak gave his usual smirk and prolonged my pain by asking me to sign on these pointless pieces of paper. He then gave me the results. I caught a quick glimpse of it whilst signing and i saw As and Bs. No Cs or Ds, so i was quite settled. My hands were literally white and trembling as i tore the pointlessly difficult to open envelope. My mind was seeing the numbers 17 or 18 under the L1/R5 section. But i didn't. So for all those who've doubted me in the past or said that i'm not gonna get bellow 20, eat shit bitches. Yes. Go ahead. Laugh at my chinese. pfft. I honestly thought there was a printing error. I got the same points as cumara, which means for once, my academic standard is equivalent to his, something which hasn't happened in our 5 years of friendship. pfft. I ran around the school a few times showing everyone i knew that stupid piece of paper till it nearly tore. My glory workout, however, worsened my condition and i felt even sicker than i did before, but my joy just killed it off. Or at least, held it back till i cabbed back to the chalet with igs where i hit the toilet and threw up and collapsed on the sofa. pfft. Waited for ling doug and gerald to arrive back before continuing our night of debauchery and stuff. I slumped on the couch for most of the night dying of my headache while they played mah jong. Went bowling after awhile but we were all too lazy to give a damn about rolling the ball straight. It was prolly the worst game any of us have played. NSRCC would've been fun like the last times we went there, but thanks to the results falling conveniently on our second day, we wasted pretty much an entire day. I am still pretty shocked at my results, i mean, i got 29 points for the prelims and 38 points for the mid years, how the fetch did i get 11 for the actual shit?? And for the first time ever in my 4 years of education, i actually passed add math, and got a B3 at that. I'm just afraid i'm gonna wake up and this will all be a dream pfft. Last night, my grandparents had come over to the chalet and my grandma slipped a hundred bucks in my hand, saying it was to congratulate me. 5 minutes ago, my other grandma called me up asking me if i had a bank account cos she wants to transfer some wtf sum of money to me. I think i may actually be able to get my gibson les paul now. Who knows, i might wake up one day and find this in front of me. What can i say, i believe in miracles now. pfft. I'm now officially in ACJC, having met the terms of the DSA, my first rehearsal is tomorrow at 5. Tsk. Can't wait. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao [Edit] Leave the phone vibrating on your desk knowing its my name on the register. Feel the guilt run into your soul as you realize what you've done to me. Listen as i scream, trying to make sense of what im saying, trying to make sense out of what you're doing, silence with no knife that cut the tongue? Frozen drops of blood on my face in the sun? Look away as you try to tune out of my logic, out of my fair points to your doings, feel the rush of blood to your head as you fail trying to hide the flailing truth. Illogical aggression? Scoff at my words repeating the truth, your truth, to yourself over and over again. "It's not my fault. I didn't do anything." Reel back at the bullshit that's cycling your mind. Cower in the corner of your mind pretending to not hear what i say, pretending that mine's a mere rant of a crazed confused complexed outrageous weird( to you) contradicting carnaged mind. Slam the phone down and dial the number of your friends telling them how weird i am and explain how it's weird in this society, in your society, me having passed the lines of safety which seem to change in colour and shape as to your liking to fit people into the category of weird. Sweep your hair behind your head and realize what you've become, the person within no longer the person once speaking to me, wake up and find that you have no one. Watch as i float away from you, thinking i'd float back like always, knowing i'd be pathetic enough to ignore my dignity and crawl back to you like a worthless mindless turd. Fall to your knees as you realize your thoughts dust away like ashes in the wind. Grab the sand around you and crunch it in your palm hoping your theatrical squeaks would gather some pity and forgiveness in my heart. Drop the sand and fall as i cut my chest open and show no heart to you. Shake your head as my finger points to your pocket, at the pieces of my heart wedged in between 7 other hearts. Weep as you apologize, searching my eyes for emotions, gently kissing my forehead. Walk away as you realize my soul is already Dead. [End of Edit] |
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