Those who attend the same school as me should know that on any given day, Sophie Hong will look like this: -School blouse -Knee lenght skirt -School name tag and school badge [seldom though, only seen after a figure of authority threatened to impose detention] -Hair up in a ponytail, but a messy emo-ish/retard-ish fringe -About two dozen black earsticks in right ear [was trying to be emo] -A simple diamond ear stud in left ear [the sophie hong style] -A key pendant hanging from a silver chain around her neck for a very significant personal reason. [nope, nobody even came close to the REAL reason why I wear that] And it is not displayed prominently. It is kept hidden under the blouse.
And of course, dirty shoes and ankle socks. And those who attends the school will also know THE GHOST who came and hantam me today. It is also more commonly known as the virgin, and those who ever crossed its path would give it the description of an old hag, balding, bad perm.
So anyway, I was minding my own business today, reading my storybook and pulling my hair up in a ponytail when.........
"Girl, GIRL! Why your fringe got two things hanging down like that?!?! You think this teochew opera issit, huh? You want to sing teochew opera so you keep your hair liddat issit?!?!"
No you dumbass, I only headbang to ROCK
So I looked up, and saw the GHOST grinning maniacally at me, amused by the super lame joke it just made.
Oh wait, I'm supposed to laugh? I can't, so I just stared up straight into the GHOST'S eyes.
"Why you staring at me liddat huh? Pin up your hair! Why you still staring at me liddat?!?!?!"
Because you are showering me with your spit, that's why. Who else am I supposed to look at? Wierd freak. Stare at you, got problem. But if I don't look up at you when you're speaking, you'd accuse me of disrespect. What the fuck do you want? And will hair pins just magically pop out of nowhere in the air? Use your fucking brain, dammit.
So I decided it is time for me to speak.
"I got no hair pins" That's when the GHOST started to notice my attire.
"Why are you waering that necklace huh? Don't tell me it's for religious reasons ok, it is the shape of a key. And why your ear studs not matching? You no money to buy one pair issit? Take out, take out all now!"
Haven't you heard of something called, personal style? Just because you are a fashion idiot doesn't mean that everyone is. And asking me to remove all these things...what the hell, oh forget it.
So I took out my necklace, and my diamond ear stud, and laid them down on my storybook. I look up to stare back at the hideous ghost again.
"Eh, I say take out! The other ear also!!" it said, pointing to my right ear [the one with two dozen black earsticks]
For the love of chocalate chip cookies, can you count?!?! you want me to remove that huge amount of earsticks from my ear?!?! are you out of your mind?!?!?! oh wait, I forgot. You don't have a mind to begin with.
"But..but got alot leh! How to take out!"
"TAKE IT OUT NOW!!!" the GHOST screamed, showering me with saliva again. WHAT-THE-PIANG. So I pulled out all the earsticks at one go, winced at the pain, and laid them down on my book with the rest of my stuff. It all scattered on the surface of the book.
"WAH", exclaimed the GHOST, like some kampong noob who has never seen real style before. "So many arh?!?!?!"
yes, its alot.can't you count?!?!?
Then we had this retarded dialogue.
GHOST: What is your name? me: sophie Ghost:What is your name? me: *irritated* sophie Ghost: huh? your name again? me: *snaps* sophie! Ghost: Suki issit?!?! You're from class-? ok i see your form teacher, I'd go talk to her now. *takes my storybook and all the stuff I laid on it*
WHAT-THE-PIANG YOU RETARDED OR WHAT? TELL YOU MY NAME SO MANY TIMES YOU ALSO NEVER GET IT RIGHT. I resisted the urge to go,"hai, watashi suki-chan, watashi kawaii desu ne"
Walau, jealous that I'm younger, prettier, and got more hair than you say lah. Jealous that I get more male attention than you say larh. No need to be so underhand one.
THE girl
Sophie Hong
15 going on 16
28 dec
ROCK CULTURE
Piss off if you don't like me, I won't grieve over the loss
