Saturday, December 10, 2005

fuck + paul's words

What the fuck.

I met Joann out to return my library book and also to borrow some html thingy. In bus 153, I was caught away by All That Glitters, I'd think I love Paul Marcus Tate. PS: He is a passionate lover and is very rich.

I like his passion for Ruby. He said these,
"All day, I was like someone traveling on a cloud. Nothing could make me unhappy"

"I swear I'll never look at another woman. I'll never kiss another woman. I'll never hold another woman. I'll take the same vows of chastity our priest has taken and I'll turn that great house into a shrine. I'll live there all alone forever and ever and I'll die there with no one beside me, nothing but the memory of you." -erm something negative. lol

Ruby to Paul: Okay. I'll marry you and we'll live in our own private paradise above and beyond the troubles and turmoil mired in our pasts. We'll obey our own covenants and take our own oaths. We'll pole down that canal together.

"I, Paul Marcus Tate, do hereby pledge to love and protect Ruby and Pearl Dumas, to take them into my special world and make them as happy as it is possible to be on this planet. I pledge to work harder and keep all that is ugly and unpleasant from our doorstep and I pledge to be honest and truthful and understanding of any and all Ruby's needs, no matter what I might feel." -aww i'm feeling the love!

Shit la, lol. I think this is one of the romance stories that caught me. I only trust certain authors :) I like Virgina Andrews the most, tralala.

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Okok. This is not the fuck thing after school. That fuck thing is.. I met Joann to Hougang Mall. We ate the Shaker Fries. She always target my money WHENEVER we go out shopping. This became her habit. She needs thousands of reminders to return what she owe me. Be it money or my bag.

First thing, it is embarrassing shaking the fries in the paper bag. There's a group of 3 teenager, roughly around my age, smelt like secondary school girls. And this girl who had rebonded hair, with a pair of spects that dun suit her, red color shirt that repelled the way she looked, was eating her ice cream with a spoon. Only kids eat ice creams with spoons. Note her, SHE IS NAMED FUCKER for the below passage.

1. Joann and I were shaking the fries with the seaweed seasoning and yakking happily as usual. Then I sensed this fucker kept looking at us.
Look, I hate it when people STARE at me. All the time I will glare back at the person (be it old or young) till he/she becomes paiseh and look away.
As usual, I focused into her eyes. Then her eye balls went back to her melting ice cream.

2. I continued shaking and sharing the wonderful and rich Paul Marcus Tate in the book. Then i heard fucker buzzed about how funny we shook the fries! What the fuck, teach me another way to get the seasoning well mixed among the long fries.

3. I corner-eyed that freak and diao her with my powerful small eyes. She went bonkers and talked more. She spotted my shoes and went on saying (in mandarin) "Someone is with AND1 basketball shoes. So act! Come and have a match!"

What the FUcking problem is she having. Some pathetic girls like her wears slippers to shopping malls. At least my shoes worth a lot more than the things in her room. And want a match!? What the freaking fuck. At least I was once a main five some when last year. What is she? Talk cock sing song play mahjong. I'm sure one push with my round butt and a fine lay-up will finish the game.

4. Her friend used the spoon to scope chili sauce and directed. It landed on Joann's hair, shirt and table side. I'd think she was targetting me but her aiming sucked. Joann suggested to leave but I refused to. I have a heavy thought since young: Strong people stay, weaklings leave.

5. With my character I could easily pin her with many vulgarities, some which I hadn't used for years. And the on-coming power from me would be violence. Believe it or not. If I'm good, people had better be good. Dun come step on my tail when I'm smiling or the freaking consequences will be a fucking trouble. I've created a lot of upside down problems on basketball court with both genders. My title of being the "Most violent player" isn't nothing. My parents know that I'm a potential ah-lian.

This time I tolerated. The venue is mcdonald, many grannies were sitting with their grand children. I dun want an unnecessary commotion. But they continued. Joann and I kept quiet.

6. This fucker started commending that we are chickens; dun dare to talk back. What the FISH.

7. Joann called Mummy for I dunoe what reasons. I took out my handphone as I remembered someone messaged me earlier on. I didn't reply, then showed her a message for Kenny. Then I typed a short message to her.

Fucker said "Hey they're talking through sms. Haha they dun have mouth to talk". This time, I eyed sternly on her once again. She looked more horrible than the very first time I glanced at her. Her teeth were ugly -.- And her rebonded fringe really would make laugh-ers fall off their chair. She maybe younger than me but too bad, she looks more retard.

8. They set to leave. Fucker threw something at me. I watched them walk out of the door and pointed my sharp middle finger when they turned back.

9. Joann reminded me of my Christain identity and said I'm a failure. With a stomach full of anger, I packed the fries and walked my way through the mall. Then homed.

What the fuck! I told the story to Joanna when I presented the rest of the fries to her. She stood by me, so does Mummy although she hated the part where I pointed middle finger. Lol :) I'm coughing to my grave. Blood stains were found again today. Cheryl calmed me that they're just some sores I had in my throat -.- It sucked.


|11:42 AM|

JACYNDA

    If I were to write our
    names, I will draw it on
    a circle, not a heart;
    because a heart can be broken, but a circle
    NEVER ends
    .


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