Wednesday, April 1, 2009

How can I not be depressed?

The following takes place between 9.25 p.m and 9.30 p.m on a ordinary Tuesday night:

Shirley / Watermelon: Andrew, don't be sad!
Me: *Thinks: The fuck? How did they know I was depressed?*
Me: Huh?
Amelia: Why're you sad?
Me: I thought you knew.

*Car comes seconds after that*

As for any readers wondering about my depression, I got a sickening, heart breaking, practically impossible result with the number 74 stamped/branded/tattooed/forged into it.

Although most of you would think, "74's ok lei, what's wrong with it?" the pain of it lies in that damn fucking subject's name.

ENGLISH.


I repeat yet again:

ENGLISH.

The one and only subject I CANNOT get less then 80 in! MCB la. All those English illiterates in 4A are bound to be laughing at me now. Mahai, summore I'm not the highest. No, the honour goes to Anna! At times like these, I am damned tempted to scream out these words:

WHATTHEBLOODYFUCKHAPPENED?!
HOWINALLTHE
FUCKINGHELLSEVER
SPAWNEDDID
IGET74?!
MCBKNNPBK!!!
t(-.-t)!!!

Anyway..
When you're practically only good in one thing, and when something like this happens, you get

D-I-S-I-L-L-U-S-I-O-N-E-D.

Not to mention the others making fun of me now. I'll admit, I was bragging about it, but this.. this is PAINFUL enough! Before this, everyone at least respected my expertise in English, now?
They think I'm a no-good, lazy bones who doesn't deserve to be in 4A! Just because they got As!

Just great. What a fucking fine day for me. And Amelia doesn't even know head nor tail of it. Just goes to show that practically none of my classmates have ever, nor ever will understand me.

No matter. In 2 months' time..

I will come back and retake my throne.

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