the story of the most irritating day ever
contrary to what some people might think, I wasn't the one being irritating today. nope, siree. my day really started out perfect and happy. there i was, in my room, with all my bio notes spread all around me, mugging happily ever after [hurhurhurhur].
BUT, at 4pm, my happy silence was SHATTERED, not by the sound of a tyre exploding [THAT happened yesterday; it was the loudest explosion i've ever heard btw], but by the sounds of lagu raya blasting out from a radio from fuchun secondary school, which happened to be right behind my block.
the first two, three times the songs were repeated, i could still take it. but after the 286598387219486-th time the same sequence of songs was repeated, even siti nurhaliza's sweet voice sounded toxic to me. wah liao. give it a break man. i know those secondary school kids are prolly excited about putting up a hari raya performance, but they don't have to punish the residents around them. i was so bummed out i was perpetually on the floor moaning, "stop it, stop it.." to no one in particular. erk. not a really pretty sight.
those kids better watch out for a homemade hand grenade flying out from my window if they don't keep it down. oops. for the record, i am not a muslim terrorist and neither have i any experience in making hand grenades and even if i do, i don't have any intentions to fling it at some poor schoolkids. [you NEVER know who might be reading this].
that's the minus points of living near a school. although the perk point is...hmm.. erm. there ARE no perk points.
i was thinking [wow, i can think?] if i ever was a superhero, i'd prolly be hangus-woman. you know why? i have this remarkable ability to make anything become hangus. my idea of a nightmare is having to fry chickens or anything fry-able while there are guests at home cos i'd be so mortified if THEY find out i can't fry for nuts. or cook for that matter. nah-ah. but i can bake though, but then again any idiot can bake if you provide a decent recipe.
*sigh* tomorrow, wa mau cabut pegi itu library. ciao.
BUT, at 4pm, my happy silence was SHATTERED, not by the sound of a tyre exploding [THAT happened yesterday; it was the loudest explosion i've ever heard btw], but by the sounds of lagu raya blasting out from a radio from fuchun secondary school, which happened to be right behind my block.
the first two, three times the songs were repeated, i could still take it. but after the 286598387219486-th time the same sequence of songs was repeated, even siti nurhaliza's sweet voice sounded toxic to me. wah liao. give it a break man. i know those secondary school kids are prolly excited about putting up a hari raya performance, but they don't have to punish the residents around them. i was so bummed out i was perpetually on the floor moaning, "stop it, stop it.." to no one in particular. erk. not a really pretty sight.
those kids better watch out for a homemade hand grenade flying out from my window if they don't keep it down. oops. for the record, i am not a muslim terrorist and neither have i any experience in making hand grenades and even if i do, i don't have any intentions to fling it at some poor schoolkids. [you NEVER know who might be reading this].
that's the minus points of living near a school. although the perk point is...hmm.. erm. there ARE no perk points.
i was thinking [wow, i can think?] if i ever was a superhero, i'd prolly be hangus-woman. you know why? i have this remarkable ability to make anything become hangus. my idea of a nightmare is having to fry chickens or anything fry-able while there are guests at home cos i'd be so mortified if THEY find out i can't fry for nuts. or cook for that matter. nah-ah. but i can bake though, but then again any idiot can bake if you provide a decent recipe.
*sigh* tomorrow, wa mau cabut pegi itu library. ciao.
2 Comments:
Now that you mentioned it... I have yet to listen to any lagu Raya... 91.3 WKRZ whilst I am in the car,Depeche Mode in the office and whatever rubbish in my iPod shuffle for everything else in between.
I was walking at the fringes of Geylang last night and Backstreet Boys was blaring.
I need to rectify this.
HAHAHA. backstreet boys?! gosh, that's so basi!
well, maybe you should go sit near a secondary school. gerenti mesti ada lagu raya punyer. haha.
anyways encik imad, i thought u shy to tag? =p
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