Teeny weeny bits…
…from the past few weeks.
Recently in college, a friend of mine deemed me “sadistic”.
Why?
Because I mentioned that the part in the newspapers where I enjoy reading is the obituary.
Don’t you?
Playing mix-matching the name of the deceased’s grandchildren to the deceased’s children.
Your surname is Tan. You are whose whose whose daughter.
Not fun?
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Few days ago, few of us were asked this question.
If you could bring 3 stuff with you to a desert island, what will it be?
Some are self-claim family orientated.
Bring father, mother and brother.
(I personally think she hates them. She brought them along to suffer together.)
Some are gadgets freak.
Bring Ipod, laptop and charger.
(And where does he thinks he will get the power supply from??)
Some are survivor.
Bring parang, ropes and gasoline.
(I see it as an attempt to avoid spending the lonely years ahead. Parang to slit his wrist. If not successful, ropes to hang yourself at the coconut tree. And if chickened that out last minute, hey, you still have gasoline to burn yourself with!)
I am not greedy.
I’ll just bring one.
A boat.
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A classmate of mine approached me after Chemistry class.
He said, “Irna, I am scared of you.”
On normal basis, this is nothing surprising I guess.
But this came from the mouth of someone towering above me by at least a head.
I shrugged and said, “Okay.”
Classmate. “You are so mean. I am so scared of you.”
With a smile this time I answered, “Okay. Thank you.”
To be downright honest, I am rather pleased in a funny way that someone is scared of me.
But I am clearly not satisfied with the reason why I am mean.
Just because I asked you to shut up everytime you talked to me or asked you to get lost everytime you come near me, that doesn’t deemed me a mean person right?
Right????
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Wow, Irna, YOU ARE SO MEAN!
HAHAHAHA… No worries, I won’t say that to you.
i think u mentioned u love the obituary part back in high school -.-” zomg. *smacks forehead* dang im with chris! LOL
You Are Mean…lol
release stress in toilet Irna:)
lolz. You are amusing Irna. I think I am going to love reading your posts when I feel stressed out with calculus…
But yeah, I agree with Christopher and Nicholas and Kok Kuan. The ’shut up’ and ‘get lost’ part is mean…
And I kinda enjoy reading the obituary too… *I swear I’m weird* Haha. Like you, I try to figure out who is whose daughter/son… But I won’t say I love it… It’s like a simple puzzle to do. Left click, right click… Bingo!
I love the desert island question. Very witty answer. =D
Oh, I have gotten more than a dozen people saying that I am scary. Though not because I am mean… But I have sent people scurrying in the opposite direction when I walk down a corridor.
Geez, just because I love debating and rebutting ideas and employing sarcasm, I am considered scary? Ah well, it beats being called scary because I look like Frankenstein or Phantom of the Opera!
Lolz. Have a great day! It’s alright to be scary!~ I’m proud to be one!