eff you, beetle..
Tuesday, November 25, 2008

hello. today, i was being such a klutz throughout the entire frigging day. first, i spilled milo on my all time favourite home tee, " Ironic Inc. " . reiterate-ly cleaned my shirt with daps&daps of water but the stain remained glued to my shirt. changed to a new tee instead. oh&i met this guy, whom i'd theory was in his 50's. okay, not guy, man, old man. i was on my way to the icon, when this old man kept shifting himself away from people simultaneously. i ignored him and purchase what i wanted from the icon. walked home, &saw the old man again. only this time, he was swearing in Hokkien, expletive words, that is. he seemed so awkward, told my mum about it. her respond was just, " oh, case lonely ". as if, guess he's xenophobia or something. at night, i was watching tv with my mum. as usual, at about 8plus or so, nothing was on on tv. all of a sudden, a beetle flattered right at me. i jumped in fear&was effing boisterous(beetle phobia, lol). i thought the beetle flew away since that beetle was already out of sight. but no, it was on my shirt. i swift it away with my bare hands(ew) and playback, jump,jump,jump. usually my mum helps me by capturing the evil beetle(my mum's not afraid of insect thanks to her childhood nature&environment) but this time, she just gawked at me. when the beetle eventually flew right out of the window, i asked " ma, why didn't you help me catch that beetle ?! ". guess what she replied ? " what, there was nothing on tv. your a great comedian ", i gave her that "whatever" look. i hate it when she does that "nothing on tv" line, pfft.