if you don't like something, change it.
if you can't change it, change your attitude.
mardi 12 août 2008 01:09
KASH : *eats her super duper creamy and chocolate infested HERSHEY PIE* oh yay, finally i can get down on my fat ass to eat this pie ALFRED: yeahh, whatever. *sighss* i feel so flatulent all of a sudden aching second. KASH: *LAUGHS* ALFRED: what???? you were the one who got me addicted... KASH: *spits everything in her mouth like how abigail would and laughs like some pig before i finished my words* ALFRED: ...to using that word??? why are you mimicking abigail for no apparent reason? and she does so much a greater job at grossing people out. KASH: *LAUGHS SOMEMORE STUPID* I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY, I GOT YOU ADDICTED TO FARTING!
note: the above conversation shows how important it is when you listen to people talk, that you let them finish their SENTENCES!! if not, what are sentences for? secondly, do not, i repeat, DO NOT, be as stupid as khalisah tan and assume stupid things. and thirdly, this has been my fifth millionth time mocking at abi and her horrible table maanners. and oh boy, mark my warnings in red. you do not want to see abigail eat in front of you.
next, things that ruin the start of your day when you plan to study #101 :
STUPID DRIVERS WITH NO WHATSOEVER STUPID DRIVING SENSES.
"DEAR" person with the bloody license, are you stupid? are you dumb? because if pigs were meant to describe stupidity, you would be the pig's fecal matter. because you are wayyy beyond stupid. CHEERS, ALFRED
what is it with people not SIGNALING WHEN THEY ARE DRIVING??? you know, it gives me a hard time JAYWALKING OVER HERE!
HELLO? how am i supposed to cross the road if i do not know if you are turning LEFT OR RIGHT OR GOING STRAIGHT??? the purpose of jaywalking is to cross the road at a faster time than you would take to walk all the way to the traffic light and cross via the pedestrian lane, like DUHHHH. and you stupid idiotic person, have to make me waste and spend minutes thinking and figuring out and waiting for you to bloody signal. when in fact, you were never planning to do so, at all.
you think you are so smart because you can drive? you think you are so smart because you have a license? well no, no way. you are so stupid, because you dont even know how to signallllllll! what are the signal lights for? what are those headlights attached to your car used for? please dont you dare tell me its for show only. stupid people. somebody should jsut chain these people up to their cars and drive at full speed. and no, dont expect me to do that, because if it was me, i would have made abi eat in front of them while they were driving.
things that ruin the start of your day when you plan to study #102 :
STUPID LIANS WHO TALK LIKE THEY OWN THE BUS
apparently i blasted my ear drums for one hour plus because of three little PIGS. they came, they irritated, they are still irritating. look, i dont care if you think that the red coloured candy is nicer than the green candy colour, or if your bloody ugly lips are full or thinned, but i do get annoyed when you talk like you own the damn bus. and when you sit like you own the damn bus. guess what? the three little pigs sat in a columnised manner, where they took up three consecutive two-seater seats on the bus and chatted like they were twenty metres apart. and the problem is, i blasted my mp3 and i can still hear them going at the "EUUU AWWW SHOO FARNNEYYY WORSZZZXXX" and the "IIIEEE LIKESZZXXZXZXZ THE GRIIIIIIINNNNN SWUITTTE! SO NICESZXZXZXXXXX" and the "WORRRSXXZZZ SO NICESZSXZXZ"
oh jsut bloody shut up. the next time im boarding a bus, im bringing my mum's needle kit. no, im not going to huff and puff you away, im going to sew your mouths up. and maybe stitch you to the chairs too, but place you in a side-by-side manner so people do find you CONSIDERATE too. im not the big bad wolf, im the mad man who carries a sewing kit in his bag.
and thirdly, in honour of kash,
things that ruin the start of your day when you plan to study #103 :
PSYCHO MAN IN THE LIBRARY
he takes a stack of books, like maybe fifty of those thick and heavy type, sits by the windows and complains to himself. it took me five minutes to realise it was santa clause without his beard. hell no, he was no santa clause. more like some freak. he jsut sat there, and looked like some deranged man who hates literature. he was probably laughing at ORSINO FOR BEING GAY IN TWELFTH NIGHT??? like what the heck. people are trying to study in the librarryyyyy.
a few days of studying does have its terrible effects of turning you into a psychopath. look at me.
