Blackies II

Today was definately a bad day to be a good girl.

Mummy was back from the market. I left my char. in maple at a not very safe place and hurried down to help her to with the groceries.

On my way back, there was this bangalar blocking my way. Oh well, the weather is nice today, there are butterfiles and the trees are green. Therefore, I decide not to scream at the bangalar. Instead, I siam him and attempted to walk into the lift.

He then delibrately blocked the entrance again. Like what the hell? I immediately enlarged my pupils to the largest size and glared at him.

" If you could excuse me."
" I am cleaning the lift."
" Cant you stay inside and clean that lift while I take the lift?!"
" I am cleaning the lift"
" But.. But.."

*Bangalar den ignores me and continue to spray some liquids onto the handle.

I stared at him in disbelief. I was carrying two big bags of groceries and he expect me to climb all the way to the eighth floor.

GOT THIS KIND OF THING OR NOT? YOU TELL ME? GOT OR NOT?

Why everytime I am always so unfortunate? Why everytime I MUST MEET THIS KIND OF DUMB BANGALARS?!

The first one was that moron who insist on cutting my bicycle chain. And now this. What the hell. They should really be grilled, fried and then tied up. I think they would be of better use if they served as punching bags.




Seriously, I dun mean to discriminate those blackies. As a social studies student, I strongly believe in euqallity among all races. But like how could I possibly go about singing the praises of bagalars when those blackies come into my life and pissed me off one after another?

This is certainly too much.

If I ever grew up and become a fantastic liar, the first thing I will do is to lie to all the bagalars, telling them those two-cell creature in Mars has invaded the Earth. Following that, I will fake a kind soul and put them on the next rocket to Jupiter.

And from then on, the birds will start singing, flowers starts to bloom and everyone's tigh will decrease by 5cm. WHY? Because the world is free from bangalars.

!@#$%^&*

And just when I thought this was the worst.

I was at the second storey when my phone rang. I curse and swear as I put down the groceries down and picked up the phone.

" JIE!! YOUR CHAR. IS DYING!! IT HAS FALLEN DOWN!!! --- "

Then the phone went dead.

My char.? DYING?

I immediately dashed up. But den again, how fast could I be? Already I was a slow runner,(since I mentioned running,I think I still have yet to pass my 2.4) now I am with two heavy bag of veges and fruits. LIKE HOW FAST COULD I GO?!!

When I rushed back to my destop, I saw my soul..



and my grave.

No one should disagree with me that this kind of bangala deserve to be shot.