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Monday, April 19, 2010,

What's worst than messing with a Pmsy lady is to add fuel when she's facing a busy week ahead because of work aka volcanic eruption crap. Flights get disrupted and incidents pile to a record high on top of that.

Yes, not even children are spared.

Remember in those days as a child, when we are all young,

we decide to prank call someone cos of truth or dare, or simply out of boredom for some giggly fun with your friends?

Yup a child who has his/her impending death wish written is played back.


**Warning to self: Ok the following is goin to potentially ruin my mature and elegant self, but the exhausted and stressed up lulu cant give a *toot* for now**


When i was making an urgent call,

Darth Vader Wannable calls and cuts in at 1734hrs and 1736rs to be exact tryin to be funny by whispering some crap into my phone, probably hoping i'll drop it and run away shrieking in horror for the next 100 miles or something.


But of course, what's fun when you can continue.

So, Darth Vader Wannabe texts back: "Death shall be upon you tonight."

Now now. That's when the fun begins.

With my patience running, i replied curtly,

"Yeah ok F*** OFF".

Whoo! Never felt so great before.

Darth Vader Loser: "Death is coming at might. NO KIDDING".

Ohh yes i'm sure you kid not.

This is the part where i smirk, and rub my hands together in joy.

Me: "Please spell night with an N. Kiddo. Now go play with yourself."

Darth Vader still pressing on: "HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A KIDDO?! I AM THE GHOST BUGIS. DEATH TONIGHT I REPEAT!"

All in bold certainly conveys the message well. And wow, i think Wisma Atria sounds better, dont you think? More central somemore.

So i went on reminiscing childhood practice. Old school stuff ya know.

Me: "Ok. No need repeat i got you the first time. The police already has your location. They are on the way. U r messing with the wrong person. KIDDO."

And with that, the almighty silence.

Man, a free punching bag is hard to come by.

But when it does, grab it by its balls. *Wink*

6:30 PM

I'm Superbitch. Just another superhero.
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Graduate.
Petite.
Random.
Unpredictable.
And that's all you need to know.









Yes my baby, you speak the language of shooting stars.
Over the rainbow, that's where you'll find me waiting for you.
This desire so inexplicable, I thought I never loved.
Until, you have taken me completely over.