There's a thin line between love and hate.

It's amazing. Minutes ago I felt nothing but happiness and pleasant expectation, but all this changed just because of SOMEONE inept in prepositions (within CCHMS or OUT?) and coordinates. I fumed all the way home.

Sorry Pu Yin if I shot that death glare at you accidentally.

My classmates walked past me as if I'm invisible. WTF. Three periods ago we were laughing together, now we're just two strangers on the road? Acquaintances are really so shallow. At least smile or show some form of recognition or something! I'm not a stranger, for goodness' sake.

But Pearly, that was a very sweet dedication. Thank you (: Even though I didn't really like HSM.

(And yes, I know I am going to be mauled by a mob of rabid fans.)

Ahh. My humour is back. Yipee doo yay.

How many ways do I hate thee?
Le me count the ways:

1) I am bloody suay. I lost at Monopoly. TWICE IN A ROW. I used to win all the time when I was younger, playing over the Internet. And I lost. BADLY.

2) Stupid skirt got stained during cha yi ke. Thank you, Amanda, Sue Ann and others who tried to help me... I had to make a mad dash back to the classroom (If this was shuttle run I bet I'll break a record) and grab my...refill. In the sultry weather.

AND IT LEAKED FROM BOTH FRONT AND BACK (You know what I mean).

Pissed off. But hopefully the guys didn't notice.

3) Walking with my lunchbox, belated valentine's day gifts, a wet skirt, and my personal effects dangling from my arms is no fucking joke. Especially when Chung Cheng is too f***ing big. People stared at me in my catwalk down the classroom block, across the canteen, past the concourse and into the General office.

4) People asking me why I got into the state should be stabbed repeatedly in the thin line of skin separating your vagina from your rectum. Unfortunately, the General office had a CCTV camera trained. And the VP asked too. I suppose it'll be hard to hide those dead bodies and explain their absence. Damn.

5) Just to let you know, waddling with stained undergarments is really cold, wet and downright repulsive. If you don't know what I mean, try urinating in your pants, run down three flights of stairs, run about 100 m to classroom block, run up 3 flights of stairs, and run about 3 m to the girl's toilet. Unpleasant indeed. My sensitive nostrils detected the faint musky smell of dead cells (endometrium lining) and blood. Not appealing at all.

6) Scrubbing it out at home was hell, too.

7) I just loathe my red friend who visits uninvited every month.

8) Bloody hot weather.

9) Can't join triathalon because it's on the week before tests and exams. And, though Sue Ann and I wanted to join (with her running and me swimming), we don't have a cyclist. Double damn.

10) Refer to the point about directionally challenged people who tell me I 'can definitely catch up one lah'. I'll have you know that running with blobs of...you know what in between is most certainly an uncomfortable sensation, and you wasted my time and energy.

11) I hate the world.

12) Religion can go fuck itself in hell.

13) The 'Eye on the world' book I borrowed from MRL (Ha! Students who attented CAP indeed.) was lackluster. The writing was mediocre at best, though I did like one or two for the effective use of repetition. Otherwise, it was dry and bland. It was publish in 1992. Was that the year of bad writing or something? I HATE Singlish in works, no matter whether it's in conversations or thoughts. I hate ridiculously run on sentences which have no obvious subject and predicate, and go against the rules of grammar.

An example?

I know you think you know that all stories which start with once upon a
time had happy endings because all the stories your mummy and daddy used to tell
you which started with once upon a time had happy endings but sometimes life is
not what we want it to be and one day when the little girl's daddy came home to
the little girl's mummy because Margie Darling had been cheating on him with his
best friend he found a horrid little girl who didn't look in the least bit like
his own little girl but somehow he just couldn't bring himself to love her but
it was alright because the little girl who lived in his house couldn't bring
herself to love anyone or anything anyway.

There is too much repetition, useless sentences and details. It feels like a second grader just wrote his/her first composition. I don't see the use of repetition here, the whole thing reeks of a wannabe writer trying too hard to impress everyone. What is the use of run-on sentences? Is it used as a prose deivce here? I don't see it. Is it trying to show how long-winded the author is, how conscientious and pretentious? Run on senteces usually are jumbled and disordered, giving a feel of disillusion and subtly drawing the reader into the person's frame of mind. However, in this case, it's just repulsive. After the third line, I lost interest.

Downright terrible.

And no, this isn't the longest sentence. All the sentences was about this long, with the shortest being 'Good night and sweet dreams'.

You call this good writing?

A third grader can come up with better. Don't insult us other writers who can do better than this with your ineptitude.