Ok in case any of you don't know, Ticklie is me n Ticklu is Atikah, also known by all of us as, the BOB. Not just Bob, but The Bob. We are partners in crime, when we get together we are never up to any good and are always nothing but trouble. This is called, background knowledge needed to contextualise the rest of the post.
However, recently, the misadventures of the gruesome twosome, as named by Joel (our lecturer), have been taking a downward spiral. Almost like, a boeing 747 with all four engines failing spiraling downwards into the ocean. About to crash and disintegrate. Kaboom. Rest in Peace.
Why? Ok let me tell you all a story.
This is us, Ticklie and Ticklu, looking normal. See, we have our normal moments.
At times, we have moments when we share more love than usual. So much love that it can become a bit, erm, disturbing, but yeah, still alright.
We also have our tired and unglam days, but still normal. Or so you think.
AND THEN, this is the root of all evil. When we wear our sneakers. Those evil sneakers, they make us spring to live and delude ourselves that we are 15. We literally spring around, jump and run. It's days like these that get us into big big trouble. We get called the naughty girls by weed pluckers. Really, I kid you not. It's days like these... Ok for example, we were 40mins late for a class. Cos we couldn't find our class can? And none of us had the decency to print our time table and keep a copy of it. So we were bouncing around aimlessly trying to find class, and then, and then, AND THEN...
We found this specimen! You see, we found a terrorist in school, and we couldn't understand how come everyone could simply ignore him. Why? We just don't understand. We don't. So we decided to go and investigate (although we were already half an hour late). Wasn't it our government that said we ought to be vigilant? And that we were not to be complacent and ignore suspicious characters? We were trying to save our school for the love of god. But nope, unappreciated. So we ran into class with a valid reason why we were late and no, no one believed us thinking we were funny. To make matters worse, we were split! Lecturer said we are too naughty to sit together so must keep us away. I'm 25 can? Then she said she wanted a proper explanation why we were late to be given to her after class. We tried running away as soon as class ended, no luck, she sent people to catch us and bring us back to her. We tried so hard to explain, we got lectured that we naughty, disruptive and if we continue like that we would be put in separate classes. WTF?!?!? You know how hard we were trying to keep a straight face while swearing promises of improved behaviour from next week? Oh other things that happened, we didn't bring out notes and tried to sneak out of class to buy the notes for the first time and got caught. *Sigh* Too many mishaps...
We also try to break chairs. We try very bloody hard.
We even have fetishes for potted plants on other occasions. I told you, when we get together it's never a good thing.
So after all that crap that happened in school, we decided to go to JurongPoint to destress. The Bob started meditating on a Watson's chair. Then the Bob said,
"Beb, i long time contemplating wanna pierce 2nd earhole ar... how?"
"Knn, 22 bloody years you live you still not yet pierce 2nd hole ar? Waiting for what, 2012 is it"
"Beb, dono ar, wait ah, lemme think"
*drags Bob and gets her ear pierced at 77th street*
Then...
Nas: Eh, u know that time i pierce the side of my ear failure whole face swell, wanna try the other side or not?
Bob: Set ah beb, pierce ar
Nas: Really ar? K, we go diff shop pierce...
Bob's very delayed attempts at rebelling.
Nas 2nd attempt at piercing this god knows what they call it part of the ear. What next, tattoo? Then we sat at the curb at the side of the road and reflected. Why are we living the sec3 life all over again? Why? And someone said we are going to be what do they call it, teachers? God save the future of this nation.
Yeah, and on other occasions, she takes my earrings and tries to look like an ancient Indian.
While I try to look like a Samurai.
She then tries to style her hair.
Due to the herd mentality phenomenon, monkey see monkey do, I simply follow suit. You wonder why our lecturers complain? We have been getting endless complaints. Whatver! *rolls eyes*
We promised to be good girls next week, let's see. At the rate we are going, I see it failing already.
This is only part 1. There's many more stories. Stay tuned for this exciting trivia, to be updated soon. Goodnight!
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