Confessions of a very disturbed soul

- Fate is decided by God but destiny is the path you choose to get there -

Just now have to go to my Japanese school for the annual cultural exchange...this year's students were pretty quiet and tame (yah I noe tame sounds funny on people!) as compared to last year's. Too bad the digicam is with my brother so I can't get the pics...darn! Nonetheless, they still out up a pretty good show. Interesting...

School was pretty unpleasant in the morning as there was this bunch of Singaporeans BITCHES sitting behind me and throughout the whole lecture, they were yakking non stop. It's loud, littered with NBCCBs about thier trip to Thailand or some shit. Are they there as part-time whores? And the lecturer was those "Bo Chap" kind that was virtually talking to himself in all the lectures. Discipline...there the FUCK is it when you badly need one. Okay I really don't wanna stand up in the midst of a lecture and shout, "SHUT UP you fucking bitches!" and then incur their wrath and they start that, "My bf is an Ah Beng" shit and gang war starts! I wished I had a Vulcan to squeeze a little, just a little like say, maybe 5000 7.62 Nato shells into them. Then I noe silence will prevail for a long time and once again, tranquility will spread far and wide! Really disturbing...I guesses their other "mouths' are craving to speak but too bad they lack the chance...as they are always on the receiving end. Female genitalias if you don't noe what I mean! NBCCB!

Okay so much for that...I was mentally disturbed today again as I was making my way home for my much needed sleep and while on the bus, there was this Indian middle aged auntie that wasn't much of a sight until she pulled up a light-colored needle-like thingy which I presumed was a toothpick from the back of her bundled up hair and started to pick her teeth...Okay that's pretty unsightly. Then after that, she put it back into her hair! WTF...it's so ...like gross. Felt like really uneasy...but not to the extent of puking.

Then shit goes on...you noe what I mean. I was making my way down to my Japanese school and in my so many years of travelling in MRTs, I got a seat. Ha such luck is definitely uncanny and uncommon. The blessing didn't last very long after a 50 plus year old Indian man (*sigh* what's new? ) dressed in formal wear with a very big laptop bag sat beside me. First, the bag hit me and crumbled my otherwise almost complete bubble of zen. No sorrys offered. NBCCB fucker! Then he start to talk to these 2 other Indians-in-Formals in front of him loudly and with all these fanciful, exaggerated hand gestures that was like knocking at me! WTF, NBCCB, I stared at him, but his adamant behavior persisted and there was no sign of consideration or repentent! Finally I gave him a rude nudge and stared at him. Wow all three now stared at me. Seriously I was waiting for them to make their move...but it never came and so they realised that they should tone down. Message sent and acknowledged. Plesant journey continue...

And SMRT like in my previous post would have been updated to So Many Roaches Transport as the barrage of roaches continue to storm the buses non stop. *sigh*