Of Quirks In The Classroom and In My Head
You see, over the weekend, I've been thinking a lot.
So much so that I've been thinking about getting married and the names I'd give my children and which schools they'd go and how I'd look like at 50 'cause Anita Sarawak has a fantastic figure for a woman of 55, dammit!
I got too carried away with my thoughts that I even integrated my friend into my whole idea just because I thought he won't be repulsed. I reasoned that being a companion with whom I've had some serious discussions with and a person who should be well-acquainted with my oddities that manifest itself anytime and anyplace, he wouldn't just go 'Fuck you'.
That'd dent my ego and bruise my feelings.
Well, it seems my unease was put at rest, cause he didn't mind! However, I foresee major disagreements with his parents. That's one thing I'll have to note down in my little black book of prospective husbands under 'Possible Problems'.
I mean, I have a right to naming my children whatever stylo name I want and preferably, I do want my parents-in-laws to be happy with the name I've chosen, which is Muhammad Ryan if it's a son and if it's a daughter, uhhh... I haven't thought of that yet. I guess my prospective husband can name her, so long the name sounds good.
Oh yes, and I want my firstborn to be a daughter!
I read somewhere that a larger percentage of good looking couples produce girls as their firstborn, that's why.
(But if I get a son first, I suppose that's okay so long he's got model-worthy looks and is real smart when he grows up. Besides I haven't thought of a name for a girl.)
My personal craze for naming children carried over till the next day, which was Monday.
In a bid to stave off drowsiness, I asked some of the class boys what they would name their children.
Farhana: Eh so what would you call your kids?
Simon: I'd call my sons 'Ezekiel' and the othee one... 'Lucifer'!
Calven: Rizunik (or some equally weird-ass name for a boy)
At this point, Simon and I burst into what-the-hell kind of laughter because Calven's suggestion was purely absurd. Calven was obviously unaffected, because he went on to tell us what he'd name his daughter.
Calven: I think I'd like to name my daughter... uhmm... 'Tangela!'
Keith: *eyes widen* ...but that's a fucking Pokemon's name!
Yeah, and Keith was right. I took the initiative to google 'Tangela' and got this.
Calven's offspring with a mop-head, the only thing that'd take him
Then I asked what could be the most gay name given to a child ever.
Simon: Calven.
HAHA I thought that was brilliant. Then, someone exclaimed 'Ashley!', which I thought was just pure genius. Hah, inside joke maybe, but some may make the relation back to a certain classmate of ours.
So as a result of those questions, the 2.5h make-up Econs lesson passed by much faster than expected but I did devote time to the Econs and in my defence, I did take notes when Ms Lim was talking and read the model essays so there.
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Apparently today was "Let's Make Fun Of Farhana" Day.
Suffice to say I think my classmates made a complete fool out of themselves, but whatever man, at least he's not Keith, Sharlene, so I'm fine with it. HAHAHAAAAAAH.
I thought more about growing up and getting married again but that's alrighty.
What's disturbing is how much I noticed his presence or lack of, whichever applies.
It's repulsive, the things I'd agree to for him.
GAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDD!
No need to look so shocked people, it's probably just a phase which I'll probably snap out of when I. Get. That. Study. Date.
Shimah, ARE YOU TAKING NOTE?!?!?!
So much so that I've been thinking about getting married and the names I'd give my children and which schools they'd go and how I'd look like at 50 'cause Anita Sarawak has a fantastic figure for a woman of 55, dammit!
I got too carried away with my thoughts that I even integrated my friend into my whole idea just because I thought he won't be repulsed. I reasoned that being a companion with whom I've had some serious discussions with and a person who should be well-acquainted with my oddities that manifest itself anytime and anyplace, he wouldn't just go 'Fuck you'.
That'd dent my ego and bruise my feelings.
Well, it seems my unease was put at rest, cause he didn't mind! However, I foresee major disagreements with his parents. That's one thing I'll have to note down in my little black book of prospective husbands under 'Possible Problems'.
I mean, I have a right to naming my children whatever stylo name I want and preferably, I do want my parents-in-laws to be happy with the name I've chosen, which is Muhammad Ryan if it's a son and if it's a daughter, uhhh... I haven't thought of that yet. I guess my prospective husband can name her, so long the name sounds good.
Oh yes, and I want my firstborn to be a daughter!
I read somewhere that a larger percentage of good looking couples produce girls as their firstborn, that's why.
(But if I get a son first, I suppose that's okay so long he's got model-worthy looks and is real smart when he grows up. Besides I haven't thought of a name for a girl.)
My personal craze for naming children carried over till the next day, which was Monday.
In a bid to stave off drowsiness, I asked some of the class boys what they would name their children.
Farhana: Eh so what would you call your kids?
Simon: I'd call my sons 'Ezekiel' and the othee one... 'Lucifer'!
Calven: Rizunik (or some equally weird-ass name for a boy)
At this point, Simon and I burst into what-the-hell kind of laughter because Calven's suggestion was purely absurd. Calven was obviously unaffected, because he went on to tell us what he'd name his daughter.
Calven: I think I'd like to name my daughter... uhmm... 'Tangela!'
Keith: *eyes widen* ...but that's a fucking Pokemon's name!
Yeah, and Keith was right. I took the initiative to google 'Tangela' and got this.
Calven's offspring with a mop-head, the only thing that'd take him
Then I asked what could be the most gay name given to a child ever.
Simon: Calven.
HAHA I thought that was brilliant. Then, someone exclaimed 'Ashley!', which I thought was just pure genius. Hah, inside joke maybe, but some may make the relation back to a certain classmate of ours.
So as a result of those questions, the 2.5h make-up Econs lesson passed by much faster than expected but I did devote time to the Econs and in my defence, I did take notes when Ms Lim was talking and read the model essays so there.
-
Apparently today was "Let's Make Fun Of Farhana" Day.
Suffice to say I think my classmates made a complete fool out of themselves, but whatever man, at least he's not Keith, Sharlene, so I'm fine with it. HAHAHAAAAAAH.
I thought more about growing up and getting married again but that's alrighty.
What's disturbing is how much I noticed his presence or lack of, whichever applies.
It's repulsive, the things I'd agree to for him.
GAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDD!
No need to look so shocked people, it's probably just a phase which I'll probably snap out of when I. Get. That. Study. Date.
Shimah, ARE YOU TAKING NOTE?!?!?!
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7:08 pmis it just me or is the tagboard gone?
anw, i like this post of yours.
pIcturez R kOol.
7:09 pm
oh yeah.. it IS gone.
7:09 pm
but tAgboardz R so kOol...
11:01 pm
Tagboards may be cool, but they keep only up to 100 of the latest comments, so it's not that cool.
Yeah, my friend wants a daughter like that HAHA idiot.
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