think i’m pretty much fucked….600/1500 words that are completely irrelevant to my paper. have to skim it down to something that sounds remotely intelligent. i’ve been trying to ‘start’ writing properly since 2pm. then I went shopping…bought a slutty top and a purple tweed miniskirt (yay). thanks mom! mwahs. had loads of roasted chinese honey whatever chestnuts (called funglut in cantonese btw). i wanna buy more shoes. and bags. and black eyeliner. had crabs for dinner. i think i had a kilo of them. supersize roe. couldn’t help myself. feeling like a tub of cholestrol now. but nice. i love mom’s new ride. i wanna drive it. she absolutely objects to the idea. so spacious, if it were mine it’s gonna be my permanent shag ride. serious. someone make me do my paper. deadline’s tomorrow. i’m a goner. i’m fat and stupid and lazy and bored. flunking this. i hate school. i wanna lose 10 kilos. chit-chatted with auntie about career path and she’s got a point. i wanna lose 10 kilos. i gonna find something to munch on now, do my paper and then from 12am onwards, forever stick to my diet. promise. i really miss the b.
Month: March 2005
Brush with a road bully.
Around 5pm, I decided to go to gym. On the way there, this fucker recklessly cut into my lane. Since my car’s honk is wonked, I decided to give him the finger. He saw. He made emergency brakes, trying to lure me into rear-ending him. Since I drive pretty well (what with genetic makeup of a former rally driver), I outwitted him. However, this ass of a fucker refused to budge. Instead, he decided to tail me to my destination. For what reason, I don’t know.
Anyway, the fucker managed to tail me to my gym. I was planning to drive into the yard of some car dealer friend of my dad’s hoping those gangsta peeps could whip him (and his ugly passenger) into a pulp. But then I must be a little panicked, I drove pass it, hence losing my opportunity. I circled the building where my gym is for two times and by then he was still behind me, I decided to dial 999. After about 2 mins of irrelevant talk, I finally got to talk to somebody who was in charge. He asked me to stay calm and kept driving. I gave him the fucker’s plate number. I told him I was going to drive to the nearest police station then I hung up.
By the 3rd circle, the fucker was already gone. But I still didn’t want to go to my gym or home, fearing he might whack me or worse, rape/kill me. Cop called me again and asked me to go to some petrol station nearby. I went there, waited a while then I saw the patrol car. I can’t believe I’d say this, but the cops were very nice to me. Even when I told them the blatant truth that I gave the fucker a finger. After jotting down my account of the incident, they escorted me back to my gym and waved me goodbye.
The adrenaline rush got me going. I worked out for 2 hours without a huff.
Btw, I hope the cops find out who the arseholes are and make them pay a couple of thousands to avoid being pressed charges. That’d be sweet…..for spooking me out.
Brush with a road bully.
Around 5pm, I decided to go to gym. On the way there, this fucker recklessly cut into my lane. Since my car’s honk is wonked, I decided to give him the finger. He saw. He made emergency brakes, trying to lure me into rear-ending him. Since I drive pretty well (what with genetic makeup of a former rally driver), I outwitted him. However, this ass of a fucker refused to budge. Instead, he decided to tail me to my destination. For what reason, I don’t know.
Anyway, the fucker managed to tail me to my gym. I was planning to drive into the yard of some car dealer friend of my dad’s hoping those gangsta peeps could whip him (and his ugly passenger) into a pulp. But then I must be a little panicked, I drove pass it, hence losing my opportunity. I circled the building where my gym is for two times and by then he was still behind me, I decided to dial 999. After about 2 mins of irrelevant talk, I finally got to talk to somebody who was in charge. He asked me to stay calm and kept driving. I gave him the fucker’s plate number. I told him I was going to drive to the nearest police station then I hung up.
By the 3rd circle, the fucker was already gone. But I still didn’t want to go to my gym or home, fearing he might whack me or worse, rape/kill me. Cop called me again and asked me to go to some petrol station nearby. I went there, waited a while then I saw the patrol car. I can’t believe I’d say this, but the cops were very nice to me. Even when I told them the blatant truth that I gave the fucker a finger. After jotting down my account of the incident, they escorted me back to my gym and waved me goodbye.
The adrenaline rush got me going. I worked out for 2 hours without a huff.