This is my story...

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

**Entry with explicit verbal content. Get the hell out if you don't wish to read.**

I passed out yesterday. It was a ceremony. Ok it didn't look like one. Whatever. I am out of that stupid place, as a recruit.

Ok this was the thing. I had badminton today in school. Oh well how I missed that school and the people there so much. Yeah I woke up and went back there to play, and I felt really tired and restless when I reached there. Goddamnit.

After the whole damn thing the boys and girls started playing water bombs. I didn't want to get myself wet so I said whoever touches me will get it from me, of course in a kidding manner, just telling them that I did not want to be drenched, something like I am a neutral party and whatever it was, please don't hit me with that thing.

Oh well, one came near me and my pants got wet while I was sitting on the steps of the stadium. I felt really pissed at that time, in addition of my tiredness (most of you know that if I am tired I don't like to be screwed around), alright so I thought they were just having fun and I grabbed 2 water bombs wanted to find that person who drenched my pants.

Yeah I was outside the girls' toilet. It wasn't that fun afterall, so after a few moments I decided to drop the 2 stupid damn watery thing onto the floor and continued back to change my pants.

When I came back with my pants changed, I realised that my whole bloody bag was wet; someone apparently threw into or somewhere near my bag and the contents were wet inside. Fucking hell. So the fuck what if I shouted vulgarities across the stadium? You wanna fuck with me? What did I say? I was never wanted to play. Even it was an unintentional action, can't you just simply open your mouth to say sorry? Mouth got shit stuck inside? Cannot open and say sorry?

Firstly, my handphone spoilt. Water went in. And the best thing is, I had it repaired just two weeks ago, and now it's spoilt. Fuck. You pay for me new handphone izzit? CCB.

Secondly, my precious Zen Micro was also drenched too. What the fuck. That baby was less than a week old and you wanna fucking drown it? Where is the apology? Fucking cheebye. I don't care you girl or guy. That's my bloody temper.

And yeah. End of the day, one of them, who threw onto my pants (I forgotten what was her name and I seriously don't even give a half fuck about it) cried. Good job. Very nice. My legs turned to jelly when I see a girl cry, especially when it directly or indirectly concerns me. Yeah. And I have to apologise? Ok well the thing is I don't mind apologising for making you cry, but I already said myself clearly in the first place, I don't wanna get bombed, I was at some safety area which you all agreed not to bomb that place, and guess what? I still got drenched on my fucking pants! How amazing was that! And she denied that she didn't hit it. Ok perhaps she didn't see, but some others saw, and she wanna fucking deny, and after that, cry? I don't care if you are a girl or whatever fuck, you wanna call me chauvinstic or what fuck, hate me and curse me for the rest of your life, I don't give a shiet, I was very irritated at that time and until now I am still.

Good move when you cried there. And yeah the other one who fucking drenched my bag, nice job too. I thought bags were not suppose to be touched? Ok accident. HOW ABOUT A NICE APOLOGY? So the fuck what I shouted pua chee bye at you? Oh perhaps you don't know me, oh I don't give a fuck either. Bite me if you want to.

That's my temper. I don't expect to change for people like them. Ok they wanna enjoy I understand, but there is a limit to it. Yes maybe I went abit to far by spouting vulgarities. On that part, I can apologise, because you all don't know me. Yeah but what the fuck? Throw water at me? Chao cheebye.

Rambled by kaSh at 9:36 pm