That's the name of a flower in my condo! I never realised they put nameplates for all of them. Was coming home today when I realised that plant and thought it had an interesting name :)

Anyway.
I'm pissed so don't touch me.
I will blow up and bash you to pieces.

K anyway I really am pissed.
Today was a pretty good day and I just realised that my north-south-east-west all got maths pro people. Mark-Wenting-Qiurui-Emily and Wilson, although I would hate to flatter you.
K which is good. So I can ask about Maths. Hopefully I'll improve this year.
Anyway thennnnnnn we had Music which I think is cool too because the teacher's amusing and because we get to laugh loads. Alright then yeah that was about it. And I can't believe I forgot to mention that the 2J classroom is air-conditioned. Which makes us freeze to death but no one can bear to switch it off. Even with a sweater I feel chilled. Seriously cold can :(
Anyway yeah k then after school I stayed back a little while with Sinyee Chengyee Yuhua and Wilson and played volleyball with Sinyee because I don't know where the rest went.
Then I was planning on running (that was the whole point of staying back -.-) but then it freaking rained so we all went outside the p.e staff room and watched the basketball trials.

Then we played a little bit of volleyball. And then the ball flew into the gymn. Thanks to wilson -clapclap- and Chengyee went to pick it up.

The end.
Because I went home at about 3.15. With my PINKPANTHER umbrella. Hurhur cute right. It's truly pink and there's pink panther prints all over it.
I still got wet. The fbts still changed colour. My beloved dance picture in my file cover got wet. My worksheets got wet. My legs got wet. Hollehhhhyaaaaaaah everything got wet.
By the time I got to the mrt I was drenched but whatever.
Walking alone in the rain seriously sucks. It just makes you feel so. Alone. And sad and depressed. Sigh.
Yeah whatever then on the train this nice uncle offered me this seat and I was thinking he needed it more than I did but anyway I sat down and said xiexie which happens to be my surname x2 but k nevermind.

Then I reached Tampines in a foul mood. Supposed to go there to buy bun net because some clever guide lost my one and I have wudao tomorrow. And buy Natasha's file. Yes anyway I was in a nasty mood. Like the talk-to-me-and-I-will-slap-you kind :D
Then when I was walking out of the mrt, this African woman (I mean she didn't look Malay/Indian she kinda looked you know African type?) with another African woman and this African small boy wiping milk from his mouth came up to me.

"Have you heard of the yellow ribbon project? Do you speak English? Oh yes? Okay have you heard of the yellow ribbon project? We're a group of ex-offenders and lalalalblalblabla...sdjfsfsdtwetw" and I knew then that I'd have to donate, like wth. Because I'd stopped too long to hear what she had to say.
Like aiyah come on lah think I don't know what the yellow ribbon project is? And Do I Look Like I Can't Speak ENGLISH? Wth. Then she ask me donate money.
-clapclap-
I knew it lah. Then she ask me donate and I said errrr how much? I was thinking more in terms of fifty cents or a dollar? Of course I didn't tell her that but anyway she said five to ten dollars and I was like omg wth? NO?! Then she said okay what about two dollars?
And because I was pissed and couldnt be bothered and was feeling like kicking her ass all the way back to Buona Vista and saying "who the hell gave you a licence to stand here and do this?" and slap her and say no I don't want to give you any freaking money you don't think I student then easy to bluff k I am poor and I go to a government school so there and I have to pay shufa fees tomorrow so don't you think of taking any DOLLAR from me you horrible woman.

I opened my wallet and took out two. But another two dollar note came out with the first note. You know, like they stuck together. And I was like omg crap shit die. Then she was like, "oh! you have four! oh actually the donation is four but then I thought you didn't have enough money so I said two!" triumphantly.
And I was like WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU ______ LYING CHEATING TOOT!!

YOU WANT FOUR DOLLARS IS IT.
I GIVE YOU.
YOU WANT TEN?
I GIVE YOU.
WAHLAO.
YOU WANT CHEAT MONEY IS IT?
OKAY I LET YOU CHEAT.
SO WHAT DO YOU GAIN FROM IT?
NOTHING.
GO AND GET A DECENT JOB LAH FOR GOODNESS SAKES.

I was damn pissed off but I didn't want to argue with her and anyway I was really tired and wet and as good as beaten.
So fine. She got the four dollars. So much for the YELLOW RIBBON project -.-
Oh and guess what she gave me in return?
(I know the bookmarks look pretty from the picture but when you look at them in real life they're just coloured pieces of paper printed in super damn low quality. Enlarge.)



























I SWEAR IF ANOTHER ONE COMES UP TO ME LIKE THAT I'M JUST GOING TO ASK EXCUSE ME DO YOU HAVE A LICENCE TO DO THIS AND WALK AWAY.

I mean come on lah don't call me jaded or what but she didn't even have a PAPER to show me. You know when they ask you donate stuff then they'll always show you this paper with damn tiny words and this logo about that or this with all the info on it.
She didn't.
All she had was her talking.
come on.
Even I can walk up to somebody and say hi I'm an orphan my parents died in the car crash yesterday on the straits times did you hear about that sad story yeah and I'm homeless now so therefore have you heard of the Save An Orphan project? Now donate me ten dollars please.

-.-
She want cheat my money I let her cheat lah.
CHEAT CHEAT CHEAT GO ON GO ON SEE HOW MANY STUDENTS YOU CAN CHEAT MONEY FROM WITH THAT SOB STORY OF YOURS.
Sooner or later some adult will ask who the hell are you and yep that'll be the end of it :)
I wished I looked older. Like more mature. Or something. I wish I was taller.
I wish I looked more adult-y.
But nevermind. I'm still fuming.
Stamped off to the bun net shop and gave the cashier lady this damn sour look I think she thought I was from some gang or something :D

bought myself gummies to make myself happier.
Damn lah.
I'm not rich alright? Sucker. Cheat my money. Think I student easy cheat is it. That four dollars is lunch money for tomorrow one k. Can buy dunno how many bowls of hor fun can. THREE BOWLS OF YONG TAU FOO = THREE DAYS OF FOOD CAN.
Wl.
She damn cheat my money can. I am not rich one leh! I ask money of course my parents give but I don't want to keep taking and taking lah cheat my money wah lao you ex-offender so what and how I know you're one anyway and you can just go and get a decent job and in Singapore as long as you work hard and you're smart you can earn a living so there don't gimme that stupid oh can you donate TEN DOLLARS thing or I will personally string you up into a bacon ball and shotput you all the way to America and see how anyone will give you any money there.
WAHLAO.
I'm crazily pissed.
k I know it was partially my fault for giving it to her but whatever lah okay it was her fault for being there and anyway I should just have said dui bu qi wo jiang hua yu de bu dong ying yu zai jian and kicked her and ran off.
Come to think of it I should have done that. Or at least taken a picture of her and her little boy wiping MILK from his mouth and sent it to Stomp.

And by the way this post is not racist ah.
Nothing to do with race. Just the person. so don't report me to the wherever and complain or whatever.

WL.
DAMN ANGRY LAH.
NO LUNCH MONEY ALREADY.
I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF DIETING YOU KNOW.

Man.
Call me jaded.
But she was a liar and a cheater and a swindler.
Pissed lah.


(Natasha, that was the thing I was pissed about.)










You're never truly sad until you walk in the rain, alone.

















And hey, Sinyee/Chengyee/Natasha/Wilson/Yiren/Mark/Yuhua?
Remember last year when those people at Buona Vista told us they were ex-offenders and wanted us to donate money? We donated two $ is it? And after that Jacky told us they were fakes. Or however you spell his name.

THIS WAS THEIR FRIEND.
DAMN IT LAH PISSED LAH I FEEL LIKE DOING SOMETHING DESTRUCTIVE :@
FOUR DOLLARS CAN!!!!!!!!
GRRRRR!



K there's this onet hing to be happy aboutt hough.
I'm 157cm! And I lost 1 kg!
43kg yaaaaaaay.
HUH.


EVIL WOMAN CHEAT MY MONEY.



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On the day of the CCA exhibition Cheryl and I went snooping around :D Went to the hall to check out the EDS one and then there was this mother who was asking about admission to EDS/CS dance. Then she was saying that she has these twins in Year 1 they're both girls and they want to join dance but they don't know which will be better, EDS or CS.
So yeah of course Natasha, Cheryl and I all talked at the same time and the poor lady was like huh haha oh okay haha but anyway in the end Cheryl had the most sense and told her wudao don't have audition so it's like if you want it you confirm can get in so she was like OH OKAY I WILL GO AND TELL MY TWINS THAT! so yeah I guess the twin girls are coming to wudao! :D
Haha yep Zina, answered your question :D

So there, Natasha :D
I wonder when I'll have an argument with Natasha about EDS and CS and finally blow up, like really blow up. I hate it when people think we're cheena or whatever lah k nevermind I'm just in a bad mood because of my four dollars damnit. Not saying you lah k nata :D
Just that sometimes people think that. And that among other things, makes me go entirely mad.
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