Starfuckers, Inc.

Starfuckers, Inc.

My god sits in the back of the limousine,
My god comes in a wrapper of cellophane,
My god pouts on the cover of the magazine,
My god's a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene.
I lovelovelove this song. There's something really awesome about listening to it as mass is going on in church, which is where you're supposed to be, but instead, you're walking around the church building, listening to Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails sing this song. Oh, yeah. Totally no offence meant to Sarah who reads my blog. I like this song for entertainment purposes only. You know I'm a believer. Anyway, this week at school was pretty fucked up. SYTan (pronounced Satan, i.e., the Devil) blew up at our class and happily started spitting out f-words. She's such a bitch. Bitch, do you seriously think that you're "cool" when you use those words? Somebody needs to tell you to get a life. Fuck off and die. Nobody really gives a shit.
I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype,
I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right,
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me,
I play a game,
It's called insincerity.
Oh, by the way. This is what we do in class. It's funny, but Amy shouldn't joke about things like that. It's dangerous.
AMY: I shall fly to Switzerland to assassinate Amelie Mauresmo!
ME: What did she ever do to you?
AMY: For fun. *pause* She's old and she has wrinkles, therefore, I won't let you date her!
ME: It's called matured... Plus, I'm sick of the girls now. So materialistic!
AMY: Aren't you materialistic?
ME: ... *thinks* In a good way.
AMY: It still has "materialistic" in there!
ME: Wait. Why do you care if I date her, anyway?
AMY: Because you're the person sitting next to me, therefore I care who you date!
Starfuckers,
Starfuckers,
Starfuckers, Inc.,
Starfuckers.
Apart from making the teachers explode like fireworks, our class isn't united at all. I think the most united group in the class is Amy, Arif, Ruindra and me. Maybe the Lala Chinese girls who sit next to us, too. They're actually not so bad once you get to know them. Sze Hwa actually has a sense of humour and just the other day, I bonded with Shir Hwa after telling her the storyline of Loving Annabelle. She asked me if I was gay in the most polite way anyone could ever ask. It was pretty funny, come to think about it. Shir Hwa's really nice (especially when you don't call her Chou Chee Bai) and we hate SYTan and never do her work. I don't think I'll even bother doing it now that she's decided to be such a bitch to 4 Gemilang.
I am every fucking thing and just a little more,
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore,
And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste,
It's really not so bad, you know, once you get past the taste.
I've finished my first-ever Amelie Mauresmo fanfiction! Being the smart person I am, this time I didn't type it out on the computer. I wrote it down on those loose sheets of paper and once I get it typed out neatly (because very few people can read my handwriting, not to mention my drunk-ass writing), I swear I'll post it here or something. Till then, Helen and everyone else who wants to can read it off the paper, with my crappy writing. It was so much fun to portray Amelie as goofy and cute. She is pretty cute although I don't know about the goofy. Maybe she is, after cracking that joke about her nerves. I know she's smart, though. Maybe too smart for me, who thinks the number four comes twice in a number sequence.
Starfuckers,
Starfuckers,
Starfuckers, Inc.,
Starfuckers.
Hahahaha, I almost forgot. The other day, I was in class with Amy, singing, as usual, but this time, I'd decided to sing some song with a range that I can't hit if I sing softly, and in class, you obviously HAVE to sing softly, right?
ME: ... and I broooke them all for yoooooooh...
AMY: Ninny, can you PLEASE sing something else?
ME: Something not depressing? What to sing?
AMY: I don't know... Something with a beat, instead of... of screaming off-pitch!
Funny shit, man. Amy's so much fun. Yesterday, she came over for Accounts tuition with my mom and all I had to do was look at her to burst out in a giggle fit.
All our pain,
How did we ever get by without you?,
You're so vain,
I bet you think this song is about you,
Don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
Anyway, this was just a quick update in the life of me. I slept for twelve hours straight on Sunday, up until wen i had to go to school on Monday. It was so damn awesome. Yes, be very jealous, people. I love sleeping. It's the best thing to do, ever. And by the way, Kayva and Ruindra and about to hook up and the Accounts teacher, Pn Roshidah hasn't called yet!
Now I belong,
I’m one of the chosen ones,
Now I belong,
I’m one of the beautiful ones.

Beijoss,
Steph

.amelie's mates.

She fell off a chair. Gosh. I didn't stop laughing for five minutes.

.tennis lookalikes.

Personally, I always thought Kim looked like Fiona, too.