orange impressions.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

9:44 pm<--doesn't it look ominous?

`just that little bit more.

i feel so peeved.
whenever i see their faces.
yes, them. you should know.
in fact, whenever i see a bastard's face, i get pissed.

i think im always being victimised, whether in school, at home, or at the club.
yes, me. but i know it isnt me whos not right. its others' perception of me, its how they see me. and apparently it isnt positive. i wonder WHY ME. and sometimes i wonder aloud. but nobody can answer that.

yes, there are many bastards around me.
if youre not happy with what i say, or think im a bastard, then sorry, cite some examples as evidence then.

right now i want to let out my frustration instead of bottling them up or i'll explode one day.

example one.
lutfi.

yes, hes a total bastard.
you should try him. that is, putting yourself in my shoes.

an instance
on thursday i was dribbling joshua's basketball while going back to class from morning assembly.
i tried to do an undercross (which i usually do without ease) but it slipped off my hand because of my bag acting as an obstruction.
then he said,"aiyah russell, action la, cannot do then dont do la"
so i got pissed and told him,"you very pro is it? do la. do la! DO IT LA!"
then he kept quiet for a while. then he took the ball and tried but failed very miserably to do an undercross.
you shouldve seen it. you would have LAUGHED.

another instance
the class was fricking noisy in kimtu's class one day (as usual). so i tried to shut the class up by raising my voice.
so he said,"aiyah russell, stop trying to attract attention la."
i glared at him, then he kept quiet.
no balls then say no balls, dont need to act like you're so daring.

and another instance
one day before morning assembly, some bags were put on the bench at our class canteen table (including mine). so he came, put all the bags on the bench down, PUT HIS OWN BAG ON THE BENCH and sat down. when i saw it i was like WHAT THE FUCK.
i didnt bother to tell him off, that would be wasting my dear precious breath on a worthless idiot.

example two
kenneth lim duan le, aka dobby.

yes, hes a bastard too.
he just doesnt know when to stop.
he goes on and on trying to irritate people even when people whack him or threaten him.

an instance
he calls me a flirt. oh wow, me? flirt?
so i said,"if im a flirt, what do you call ** and **?"
then he siad,"oh, super flirts la!"
what an ass.
then he tried to BRIBE my brother into telling me straight into my face that i was a big fat flirt.
fortunately my brother was smart enough to tell him back into HIS own face that he was the big fat flirt.

he really needs some demonstration of fist power.

i shall not come up with anymore instances, or i will keep ranting on.

example three
joshua then hon yuen.

alas, another bastard!
yes, him.
hes like dobby, he just has no idea where the limit is.

an instance
on thursday during lit.
mdm sharifah gave us a piece of paper with three of the same thing on it.
we were supposed to tear it and share.
i shared mine with eeteng and someone else.
then emilly, huimin asked me to tear for them and joshua.
joshua wanted the top piece, emilly wanted the bottom piece, and huimin was left to take the middle piece which needed slight corrections.
thinking it wasnt right for joshua to behave in such an ungentlemanly manner, i gave the top piece to emilly, the bottom piece to huimin, and the middle piece to him.
then he got pissed and started to shower me with vulgarities the whole lesson.
you shouldve seen his dirty smirk.
others around us kept telling joshua to shut up and that what i did was right, but he just went on and on.
then he kept calling me a loser, and fucker, and he had nothing else better to say. (yes, a nincompoop)
i ignored him but he went too extreme.
after the lesson, yx took his basketball to hide at the back door. then kaiting came along and hid it at the next class.
then that asshole accused me of taking his bitch basketball when he had absolutely no evidence nor did he see me do it.
then he went on calling me a loser.
so i pointed the finger. ,,!,,
then he not happy, shower more profanities.
with clenched fists, i felt like whacking the shit out of that bitch.
he was lucky i didnt.

i almost wrote a song about you today
but i tore it all up and then i threw it away

the greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.