TOTGA.
I saw TOTGA on the bus the other day. I didn’t even know TOTGA goes to my school. I haven’t talked to him since God knows when. This is what I said when I saw him come on the bus:
“HOLY SHIT, IT’S TOTGA!” Yeah, that’s kind of sad. I actually said “totga” and not his real name.
For the whole bus ride, I tried to sneak a glimpse of him by looking back. But I would be so scared that he would recognize me, so I would quickly turn back around and hide under my coat.
That bastard left me hanging since that day — That is why he is still TOTGA.
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Asian Curse.
Yes, I have it. The cute bartender named PJ kept on making fun of my “asian curse” tonight. K, S, C and I went to the Underground and got some drinks to celebrate THE END OF PHYSICS. Now tell me, what the hell was I thinking in the first place? I’m so glad I never have to crack open another science textbook ever again. If I become interested in science again, just slap me across the face and it’ll be enough to remind me of the pain of reading a science textbook.
Back to what I was saying…
So yeah, PJ came over to check on us ladies, to see if our drinks were good. Yeah, they’re alright. Then he leaned in and said this:
“Somebody here at this table has an Asian curse, I’m not going to say who, but they do.”
Well, assuming that my other girlfriends are all black, that would have to be me!! I swear, my face got so red, I was trying to hide behind the menu, but PJ caught me.
Before we left, we said our goodbyes to PJ for making awesome drinks for us.
PJ: “So, you got smashed tonight.”
SAN: “What? Look buddy, you’re ASIAN too. I bet you turn red as hell when you drink.”
PJ: “No, I actually don’t.”
SAN: “Liar.”
PJ: “Okay fine, you’re SUPER ASIAN then.”
Xangans, I want to know if there is a cure for the Asian curse. If I drink more, will I be less prone to turning into a tomato? If this is how it goes, why the hell do I need blush? Just have a shot of vodka every morning, and I’ll have colour on my face.
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BFF.
I called J tonight and I told him what I did. He wasn’t very happy with it, and for the very first time, he expressed his anger at the subject (oh my frikken god, I never thought guys CARED!!!!). Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever made J passionately angry at something, he’s always non-chalant about everything.
I told him that his anger is what I felt about what he does sometimes. Welcome to my world J. So I decided to find a middle ground for us. I told him:
“J, there are times when I don’t quite understand why you do the things you do, and there are times when you don’t understand what I’m trying to do. But I think the best we can do together, as good friends, is to make sure that we are always here for each other, and that we stick by each other for support no matter what happens. We may be making mistakes, and we don’t see it for ourselves, but we see it for each other. But that’s okay, we always learn. Just make sure you don’t let the anger and pride eat up our friendship. Promise?”
He hesistantly promised.
