Of boots and unsociable short women…
I have survived through the boredom of the learning journey. I would like to thank my parents for their support, and the rest for being such a wonderful cast. The crew for all their guidance and most of all…god…ooops…turning into laxative-popping, birth-control-pill-guzzling Robin, whose sole purpose in life is to dream of being like god. The world would be a better place if she was in the bible. That way she’s either be a) reading about herself all the time and not bitching or demanding to go ‘shopping’ or b) long dead long long ago. Pure suffering I must say, leaving me and OWL cowering under the tiny palm fronds that dispensed ever so minimal shade, barely enough to keep me and my little green bag from wilting. The guide, with Repunzel-esque locks, was nothing short of a good for nothing smarty ass bitch, who I happen to have called Little Miss Muffet. Somewhat like a heterozygous hybrid of Conrad and Jacque Sim. Hideous.
The highlight must have been the visit to the court of appeal. It was so Ally McBeal. Ling Woo and company flashed past my mind, but not before the following deluge that overcame and swept me away…
The guide was talking about some 3 judges presiding over the frigid court when suddenly the image of Jazzy dancing, boobs and all, on the table in front of the chief justice, in the most important courtroom in the state, drifted by my head. It would be sooo damn funny…Then, I started to giggle hysterically, in the pitch quiet, deafeningly (?) silent courtroom. Shit. Little Miss Muffet was sure to get me…and then there was the witness box and trap door which we weren’t supposed to get into and meddle with… God! If there were security cameras, I’d sure to be the first one to be charged for contempt of court (or something that sounded like that that Miss Muffet uttered, who I wasn’t particularly tuning in to.) I have, once again, outdone myself in terms of the Stupidity quotient, SQ.(That says a lot of the Singapore Girls, who I recall, are apparently a great way to fly…)
I have to say that a particular smarty purple-skirted doctor from school has ZERO ZERO ZERO, squelch, nil, zip EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE. She’s just a fucking GEPER, only more important and professional, I suppose… She’s such a snobbish bitch (no pun intended, I know, She looks like a smutty faced French bulldog anyway…) That abomination tagged along for the trip and not one word did she mutter to our entire class. She’s antisocial and snobbish, elitist and prima doggish. A cold and unwelcoming, inhospitable thing of a woman. How ladylike, I must add! However, I’d have to give her due credit for the courageous attempt to actually wear a skirt (even if it was 6 inches too high). Personal comment: cross dressers exude way more femininity and HUMANE CONCERN.
It’s not that I’m trying to attack her (Ignatius did a “Little Girl In The Civic District” pictorial of the chosen one…she must be flattered anyway.. that is if she actually knew that we were shooting her extreme beauty…) I’m really not trying to insult her and make darling puss in boots (I’d like to put PUS in boots…) feel hurt, but there is the one point, I, as a concerned human being, gay nevertheless, have to put across…”YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS!!!!!”
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR FRIGGIN ATTITUDE. THROUGH FOUR HOURS, YOU DID’NT EVEN SEEM BOTHERED ABOUT THE CLASS YOU WERE FOLLOWING ON THAT FATEFUL DAY. YOU DID’NT GIVE A FUCK AND JUST IGNORED THEM AND BLOCKED THEM OUT TOTALLY…
It’s not that anyone really wanted to make friends with her anyway (besides Conrad), but she could at least try to widen the social dot (not social circle as yet…) No wonder no body loves you, everybody hates you…creepy…
By the way, is she really female, let alone human? That question has stumped mankind for her many decades… AND OH YES, Little Miss Muffet, the guide, went to school with Steve Chia, NMP. I guess that says a lot about that hoyden anyway…