broken this fragile thing now,


SAFIN'S WIN: pop the champange/beer/vodoka/jollyshandy?/whatever and celebrate! XD "awwwwww, shucks.", for australia though. but, its okay lah. i'm sure an aussie will win the australian open one day. uh-huh. but that excludes lleyton hewitt.

ARSENAL'S LOSS: haha. i've nothing to say about this one actually. i didnt even know a match was on between them till wednesday afternoon. gaaaaah. see, that's how busy i was.

MY TAG'S LONELINESS: my tag was, is (and will always be) a sociable tag, in case you people didnt realise it. so, please, keep it company by tagging after you read. i dont care if you tag humanshit/bullshit/cowshit/catshit, just enter some shit inside, can? and if you dont want to do so, then DONT read my blog. there, as simple as A.B.C.

MONEY STUFF: i want that i-pod shuffle. it has my name all over it. and i want all those cds. and books. and this. and that. and this. and that. but if there's one thing i lack, its money. =(

SCHOOL STUFF: oooo lala. my favourite topic. always. =)

see, the thing is, we are THE seniors. we eat more freaking salt than you eat more freaking rice. so, the next time you catch us for doing something which ought not to be done, you'd better check yourself first. check that your attire is freaking loser-worthy. check that your fringe is above the freaking eyebrow. 'cause it gets real embarrassing (for both of us) if we, THE seniors, THE winners have to correct you. -shakes head.

and, just because you're one of the major losers of the freaking losers' gang, it doesnt give you any freaking right to make an freaking ASSoutofUandME. gee. like, doesnt everyone sit down when turning off the freaking pc? and that includes you? and just because i didnt stand up as freakingly fast as the rest did, it doesnt mean that i aint going to greet that freaking teacher. so dont go, "jasmine," and give me that, "i am a freaking major loser, so you better listen to me." look. and to the other major loser, you dont have to give me that, "what's wrong with you, cant you listen to us, the freaking major losers, without giving us that pissed-off look?" look either. and i curse whenever I want to. so dont give me that, "how could you say that?" look as well. my mouth belongs to me. NOT you. so you dont have a right to control me (and my mouth).

and to that freaking teacher in the above mentioned paragraph, you need to, i dont know, loosen up? not everybody have a freaking plan when they first started out, you know? some people just move with the flow (or is it move to the groove?). and that includes us truly. =)

and the last time I checked, i aint anybody's freaking slave. i'm A's this, B's that, C's this, but I AINT NOBODY'S SLAVE. also, the last time I checked, you have freakingly perfect working legs, arms and goodness knows what else. and the last time I checked, it doesnt take much freaking energy to go to a person and return the cd back to her (it takes more energy when you beat the table, shake? your head whenever you answer a question). so do you really have to go through me? its not as if both of you arent on speaking terms. its not as if both of you are not in the same school. so, really, why cant you just passing the freaking damn cd to her yourself?

and why is it that she has the freaking right to complain when someone "crumple" her freaking magazine ever so slightly and the someone dont have the freaking right to complain when she crumple that someone's magazine ever so unslightly? 'cause she belongs to the freaking clique that apparently rules the class? apparently, yes.

which brings me to this ruling clique. led by this ruling queen. this ms. freaking lil'bitch. no wait, she's too, contrary to popular belief, freaking ugly to be a cute lil' female dog. so, let's just call her ms. freaking lil'princess (who i'm pretty sure reads my blog as well). see, ms. lil' princess, i didnt recall voting for you for the position as the ruling queen. in fact, i recalled quite freaking clearly that i vote for someone else. that someone else lost. but the OTHER someone else won. and the OTHER someone else OUGHT to rule the freaking class. simply because the class voted for her, not you. if you really want to rule the class so much, then why didnt you volunteer yourself as the rightful queen back then? if you'd done so then, i wouldnt have much to say now. but you didnt, and so, well, -shrugs.

now, you may try to deny, smirk, snort, whatever and say, "did we say that we're the ruling clique?" let me answer that for you, no. no, you didnt. but, freak, action speaks louder than words. the fact that it doesnt matter which freaking committee you're in, you will be the one organising the fun things, even though when the job ought to be handled by the welfare committee. the fact that you can use the freaking class fund for your freaking chalets without informing the class. the fact that you can just invite all your freaking boyfriends/girlfriends/friends from other classes even though this is a freaking class chalet and the rest cant. the fact that you keep the freaking submissions for t-shirt designs so under warps that i didnt even know that we're designing one. the fact that i dont even know what are you guys doing for the freaking chinese new year (gee. wasnt it embarrassing when yuan ling questions me and all i can say is, "i donno. "?). the fact that the rightful queen isnt the one reading aloud the freaking fact that we got in to the freaking finals. the fact that one of the performers wasnt even informed that freaking rehersal was on on monday. the fact that you think you're the only one who can sit at the freaking back seat of the bus, and that those who steal it away from you is a freaking __________ (whatever you said about me in the shaw hall, science centre, whatever today). the fact... i dont have to go on any further do i? no, you didnt say that you're the ruiling clique. you never. at all. but action speaks louder than words. and the above facts proves it.

maybe i'm being ridiculous. sensitive. whatever. but, when things are being presented to you this way, its hard to think otherwise.

you think i cant afford to make an enemy out of all of you. but i think the truth is, you cant afford to make an enemy out of me. perhaps. maybe.

because even if all things fails, i still can say it with pride, the fact that i was the original bad girl. and the rest of you are just latecomers. copycats. =)

and the overwhelming amout of 'freak' words? hahas. its a substitute for another more... nc16 word.

if you felt angered by the above post, just freaking tag. express your freaking views. you dont have to suffer in silence then give me the freaking evil eye everyday. you tire your eyes. and you tire mine too (thanks to too much eye-rolling). so, yeahs.

mind you though. i dont accept arguements too well. hahas.


and i can't, i can't pick up the pieces.