Rough Rhymes

Friday, April 07, 2006

I'm starting to trip. I'm losing my grip. "They say money brings bitches. Bitches bring lies." Everyone who knows me well knows that I dun like the rich. Coz they bitch. Little did I know that money was so powerful that it took over education. Well, then maybe money is the most powerful thing in the world. The richer you become, the picture you become. If you don't understand what I jus said, leave it as it is. Too much information becomes a deformation.

I went to meet the deputy director of my particular course in the early morning of 6th April. How early? Trust me,tryin' to ask me up at 9am is like asking an elephant in mini skirt to do a hoola-hoop. When I went there eventually, boy was he so rude to me! If I were to see his wife, I'll fuck her with a knife! I had a hard time tryin' to be calm. Tried not to raise my palm. Respect's earned when you give it. But he blew it. Well, I got kicked outta school. And I knew deep down that I had to be sympathetic jus to get back a slot. So I made a plot. I took a cab to school just so that I can meet the director before he leaves for his next appointment. He left me in disappointment. Well, I failed a repeated module and 5 other modules. It's my school's policy to automatically kick out a student who has failed a repeated module. Why so playful you may ask. Yes it's bad I know. I am to be blamed. I followed fools. Swallowed rules. Now I'm regretting. Nevertheless, I shall continue. I met the director. I lied that I had to study and work at the same time just so that I can cope with the ear poping,tear dropping poly fees. I explained that furthermore I played for the SP soccer team and thus I couldn't cope with studies. And all this while, that son of a bitch had his head shaking like how his wife does beef baking.

Earlier, I went to meet the MP. To get him to send a letter to make my appeal better. But I neva thought that he(The director) was still gonna say no to my pleas. I thought that somehow the MP's letter was gonna make his no shatter. But oh no! He came with a shocker on top of that. And he behaved like a fuckin' typical Chinese. First he said things like "Why thont you taik pak tine diploma LO" And trust me, that's exactly how he pronounced it. And he emphasised on the word "lo" so much that I would feel bad if it wasn't typed in caps. I was too hurt to laugh but had I been ok that day, I would have blasted my ass off in his room. I was getting pissed as the conversation grew. My nerves began to brew. He knew it well. He kept telling me no to coming back again. But I didn't see a reason as to why I couldn't come back into the school. If my friend can appeal 3 times and still get a place to repeat his studies, why can't I? So I kept telling him that I wanna come back. That's when he blew it. He can neva glue it. The next part, listen VERY carefully. And with that filthy pussy licking slang of his, he said "You no moneyyyy to stuthyyyy...." He stretched this words and said the next so fast that I nearly fell off my chair. "Then work LO". This guy doesn't know how much praba hated that line. That's when Praba got hit in the head. I stood up staring at the director and left saying thank you very much for your kind words. Of course he knew I was sarcastic. He and his muthafuckin' slang can fuck plastics.

Just when my vision finally has a mission, I dun get a chance. Not that I didn't know that my playfulness will end up in seriousness. I jus took things too easily. I should have done some sighting. Now they're biting. I drank beer in glasses when I was supposed to be in classes. Played bomb bag when I was supposed to be home back. Now it keeps playin' in my head when I'm swirling in my bed.

Tomorrow's gonna be a better day. It's coming to a Saturday. I hope things will be put right. My life's gonna be bright. I see a new beginning. Is it for the better or am I gonna scatter? Time will tell.

Praba - 2:01 AM 0 comment(s)

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