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Saturday, June 10, 2006 @ 8:29 AM
enough is nv enough... to be called fat is one thing. to be called fat by a GIRL who is only FIVE years old and coincidentally is the daughter of your FURTHER MATHS teacher is another thing altogether. En Ning: 1 Eric's ego: 0 ARRGGH! the agony, tires my soul. i'm not exaggerating, i was really called fat by her. well you see, while we were preparing for the games event 'faire marcher', we would usually finish up till late into the night, and kll would bring along her child from the childcare centre. then me, being me, would keep pressing everyone to hurry up and not keep mac waiting (you know you're a glutton when you start giving fast-food chains human identities). i soon heard abt this nickname that she had given me; 'McDonald's kor-kor'. ok, i thought to myself that wasnt so bad. it was only until jon and desheng (close playmates/pedos of En Ning) brought her to me and asked why she called me such. quote from her 'cos he everyday say want eat macdonalds, eat eat until so fat' unquote. *stabbed stabbed stabbed* now that explained all the giggling and pointing at me whenever she was with jon and desheng. it was like being backstabbed, only that in her case since she's still so short, probably could only stab me in the arse. woot to whatever is left of my ego. anyhow, faire marcher was a wealthy experience. though i wasnt so heavily involved in it cos i was only part of the admin committee, being a 'Meridian Gamer' was tiresome enough. we all had chipped in our part somewhere somehow, and although there had been some loopholes in the event, one must admit nothing is perfect. for an inaugural event, it was reasonable enough to deserve more credit than criticism. i've made my fair share of friends, and learnt my fair share of games, but i think what's most impt would be that i will be able to take something memorable from MJc. and rachel, you still owe me a treat, forget that not. sq had asked me before what was my motto of life. if it had to be one, it would be this: whatever happens, all will work out in the end. sounds very innocent, holding more fiction than fact, but it's probably the only thing that keeps me together whenever i screw up somewhere somehow. life's not fair, that i know, but pessimism and realism are as different as water and oil. right now, i know what i should not do, given the circumstances of my situation and life. but i think the question that's begging to be questioned would be: what i should do? what should i do indeed? |