Monday, November 20, 2006

Rants about almost everything

Well, as you can see, I named this post RANTS.


And why may you ask. Firstly, its all about holiday homework. Secondly, is about the placement choices. And thirdly, [this is the one you've all been waiting for] is about DUMB BIMBOS.


First: Holiday Homework. Now, I would like to question the meaning of the extremely exotic word, "Holiday". According to Windows Word, "Holiday" pronounced as HOL-i-day, is:

1. day of leisure
2. alternative for vacation
3. legal day off
4. holy day

okay, so maybe the last meaning of "Holiday" doesn't exactly fit into our context now, but nevermind. If a "Holiday" is a "day of leisure", then why do we still have that dirty 4-letter word to do? I won't keep you guessing, that word is "WORK". Dirty and 4-lettered. [Really, what were you people thinking...] Anyway, I'm always outta point. Back to the rant. If "Holidays" were really "day of leisure", then why do we still "WORK" during "day(s) of leisure"? Wait a minute. Have I repeated this? It sounds familiar. Okay, I did. But nevermind. This is what they call "emphasis" in Literature. It is a literary technique. But anyway, I have slogged for the first few weeks of November and I intend to rest for the... rest... of the holidays. Funny how word-play works huh...?[Speaking of which, have you noticed that "word-play" is merely "sword-play" without the "s"?]


Next rant: Placement results. Okay, so it was out like... a few days ago [on the 17th of November]. Reaching school at 0830 hrs clearly wasn't what I anticipated. Apparently, I thought I would be the only one in school. I must have been pondering about that in my left brain, for I clearly wasn't right. My, my. I must love word-plays. Anyway, I went to school to see which class / combination I had landed myself into. Guess how many people there were. I was too... say... lethargic... to count, but I'm sure that there were more people there than I have of fingers. [Speaking of which, I only have 8 fingers, but the entire Sec. 2 dance troupe was there. Coupled with so many other Sec. 2s, I definitely have lesser fingers.] Point is, I met Valerie there and we saw our classes. I won't say if I'm pleased or not, but I'm pissed off. So I went into the General Office ALONE because Valerie stayed back to speak to her dance friends.

Actually, I wasn't alone. There were about five people, no doubt, from DANCE, and me. So I got the booklist and the Appeal Form. I have no idea why I decided to take the appeal form. You can call it "acting on impulse". So I got home, told my mum the news and she's still talking about it. Until today. I think I'm sick of Sec. 3 life, even though I still have 6 more weeks to go before it. I think we're in different classes, Rachel, but even though we are apart, I'm very sure our hearts will always be linked as one. Okay, so the last line was adapted from a Hong Kong drama serial show where the male and female leading characters are going to be apart as the male / female is going away, but yeah. Typical cheesy phrase.


Here's what you've all been waiting for. My third rant: Bimbos. Okay, maybe it isn't a rant, but rather, an entertaining account of bimbos I have met. Firstly, I want to say that I don't mean to be mean to them. Word-play, once again. I don't believe that all bimbos have to be blonde. I'm ranting about bimbos, and they're all Asian. More specifically, Singaporean. More specifically, from my cousin's clique. Wait, before you tag and scream something like,"Hey, I'm Singaporean and I'm not a bimbo at all!!!" I am ranting about my cousin's clique. So I'm not talking about you. Well, so here it goes. My first encounter:

We were listening to the radio and we here Elvis Presley's Jailhouse Rock. So it was all quiet, which is surprising because there were 5 people and one ELDDS member. So I decided to point out that the song the radio just played was called Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley. I wish I didn't. Some smart ass from my cousin's clique, tall, thin, dumb, decided to speak something. As she hardly ever speaks, I was wondering if the words coming out from her mouth were some sort of a pearl of wisdom or something, like, when did Elvis die or stuff. But no. Smart ass said,"I saw Elvis at McDonalds that day."

Now, if someone ever tells you," I saw Elvis at blahblah that day," RUN. Call the police. So her clique decided to chip in to Smart ass's remark and this is what they said.

Bimbo 1: " Yeah, he's really cute. I saw him on TV that time... I think it was about 2 weeks ago."
Nothing wrong with that. Maybe they had a documentary that night.

Bimbo 2 said [Oh gosh, wait for this one...] : "I heard him on the radio... He was being interviewed and he sounded so cool. The DJ got his signature after that."

Not wanting to spoil their enthusiasm, I didn't say anything.

Encounter 2:

Me: "So where are you all going for the holidays?"
Bimbo 1: "I'm going to America."
Me: "That's cool. Which part of America are you visiting?"
Bimbo 1: "Cameron Highlands."

That girl scored a D8 for Geography. No prizes guessing why.


Postcript: If you feel in any way, insulted by my rants, feel free to tag and include your personal blog / email too. I will try to apologise. Have a nice day!

Love,
ME

7:52 PM