i've been places, and i've done things. some i'm proud of, some i wish could be undone. but all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His will (Romans 8:28) and i know He's takin' me places.
ANNOYANCE 1: so the day started off with people barging in at 8 A.M, pissing me off MAJOR (i hate being woken up) plus, they were absolutely obnoxious about it. -tsk- distant relatives. thank God i was dressed.
ANNOYANCE 2: and in my semi-catatonic state, the phone rings and on the end of the line is my brilliantly retarded former form teacher whose grammar is as bad as my ability to fart on demand. TYK: Hello? i speak to parents of grace ke? this is 4E1 form teacher. me: hello ms tan TYK: parent of grace ke? she didn't go to school for four days, you know? me: yes, i know. hello ms tan. I. AM. GRACE. TYK: hello? parent of grace ke? oh. you grace ah? i ms tan. me: (yeah i know) yes, hello TYK: why you, you never go school four days? me: ms tan, my grandmother is hospitalized with colon cancer. gimme a break ok? TYK: oh. hospital ah? you not affected by it right? me: (invectives, invectives. die. you spinster.) ----silence--- TYK: she close to you uh? me: ms tan. SHE'S MY GRANDMOTHER. SHE'S IN THE HOSPITAL AND WE LIVE TOGETHER! yes, we are close. TYK: oh. me: (ha-ha. loser. pai seh right? nothing to say.) TYK: so you close ah? me: ye-ah. TYK: *rambles on about report slips and testimonials*
HELLO??!? am i that heartless, uncompassionate, disrespectful and utterly devoid of filial piety or feelings?? yeekim, yeekim. never fail to suck at human relations.
ANNOYANCE 3: ok. here i am annoyed at myself and my lack of sense of direction. i wanted to go to Gleneagle's which is about an hour away from church right, but i end up taking two hours cos i got lost at China-haha-town. brilliant, grace, just brilliant. i annoy myself so much. brawr.
ANNOYANCE 4: on (one of) the (many) bus, there was this woman with a huge wart on her nose so it looked like she had two noses. HAHAHAHA. i had to kick myself to not laugh. anyway. there were these two secondary school twits whom i wanted to slap and throw off the bus. here's what happened.
there was this old man who very blatantly needed a seat and he was right there and these two girls actually jostled with him to take the available seats! WANT TO DIE AH? OLD MAN LEH! i was standing (grabbing tightly to the bars) so i had no seat to give up and these two stupid adolescents had the audacity to steal an old man's seat! PLUS the seats were green. y'know, the ones we're supposed to give up? so girls, tell me, are you two morons, or are you two morons? MORONS, I SAY!
so the two bimbos sat down and the old man just stood there beside them and they just SAT. wahlaueh. i'm not the holiest or the most loving person in the world. but when you see and old man with white hair and a heavy plastic bag, the least you could do is move your ass so he can sit right? and IT WAS SO SMOKING OBVIOUS THAT HE WAS LOOKING FOR A SEAT. idiots.
and since my grandma was main issue on my mind, seeing these two buffoons mistreat and old man really blew my fuse (plus today's a cranky day). so, as calmly, big-sisterly and as nicely as possible, i tapped one of the girls and told her to kindly give up her seat to the old gentleman who obviously needed it more.
oh trust me, it took so much effort to keep from spitting on them and yanking them out of their blasted seats by the hair and screaming bloody murder for their imbecilic deeds. i even smiled at the lass ok? so applaud me for my lovely display of self-control. Singaporean kids these days are having less and less brain cells i tell you.
ANNOYANCE 5: so after getting the old man (who didn't even smile to thank me.. ah you grateful creature) seated i was still standing, gripping on to the germ-infested poles for dear life. so yeah, there i am, trying to make myself ignore the suffocating feeling caused by falling-down-phobia, and i feel someone's entire body weight pressing on me. at first i thought it was someone falling and needing help, but no. it is yet another stupid beng using me (very conveniently) as his pillar of support.
YAARRGGHHH!!! GET OFF ME YOU FREAK! 1) you are very blatantly violating my private space--claustrophobia, claustrophobia 2) you are making me fall-- fallophobia, fallophobia 3) AND MOST IMPORTANTLY! your body was touching mine! you outraged my modesty!--you freak, you freak, i tell my G.A then you know, you freak! wahlau. SICK! i have to go soak myself in concentrated dettol for 89 hours. sheesh. me and bengs just do not click. not being area-ist or whatever, but especially Chinatown bengs. i found no other resolution to Creepy Leaning Beng, than to hop off the bus at the next stop. which also resulted in me being more lost than ever. (i found my way to Gleneagle's finally. thank God. AND! AND! i did it without the use of cabs or phoning for help ok!)
G.A!!! I WAS (sort of) MOLESTED BY A FREAKY BENG WEARING THREE QUARTS!!! sick right? oh save me from freaky bengs!! haha. ok. grace. shut up.
ok. end of complains.
DISCLAIMER: this post was posted to lighten my spirits and think of stupid things. so if you found it offensive in any way, sorry. i'm okay. i'm okay. i'm always okay.