鸟啦

Almost every morning, I get shaken from my dreams by bloody birds. They sit on my window sill and screech. I toss around for a few minutes before pulling off my covers grumpily and yell at them. Shut the F up! I shout. Friends will know that I don't spout vulgarities, not even when I'm alone. Imagine how frustrated I get.

The idiots will hop around happily as if I just praised them for singing so beautifully on a Sunday morning, 8 am. Friends will know that I need my beauty sleep. Anyone disturbing me for no reason are subjected to my wrath.

Sometimes, I grab a roll of poster off my study table and try to push the birds off the sill. But I usually can't bear to. Anyway, they seem to realise my irritation recently and they move away. Away to the ledge behind the wall where my bed is. I can't reach out to hit them anymore, and they sing as shrilly as ever. 鸟啦.

I'm a bitch

In case I show my blog to anyone in the future, and he /she happens to look through the archives, I will like him / her to see this.

www.rave.com.sg

This is specially to all from my JC cohorts of 2001 and 2002, and from my faculty 1999 - 2006. You may find someone familiar. I cannot say who though.

Hui and I were shopping for a bikini for Sue as a birthday gift. She asked me to look at this page. The bikinis it sold were rather nice, she said. And I stumbled upon her. I was speechless. According to Hui, those pictures were put up customers of Rave. They bought the bikini, wore it, thought they looked nice and posted their pictures up. Can you count the number of photos she put up? She thought she looked hot, huh. Look at the seductive poses. Look at the sultry pout. Look at the flabs.

She already has a pretty bad reputation. I'm a bitch for spreading such things.