May 20, 2002
i am running for the president's post in my school's indian cultural society (ics). it's fun because you get to be in charge of a club full of people who do nothing specifically. apparently the club has been around since 1997. it must have been around under a rock. 'cos i honestly didn't know it existed. to humour me further, during the interviews (i decided to run for elections at the very last minute. i went there, i was asked if i wanted to run, i thought 'yea, why not', then went for the interviews) some scholar-fucker said his dream was to make the ics the most popular cca in the whole school. up his ass, i thought. and another one suggested, through his smelly head and all, that the club hold a food fair, to increase the club's popularity. indians. always thinking of food. one of the other questions was 'what would you do as president that could increase the status of our club in terms of popularity?' one lifeless contemptible pathetic excuse of an ass suggested we show the people of singapore what the average life of an indian man in india is like. because the people here have a very varped (warped) conception of the lives of indians. like, screw you! hello? argh... you get me, right? i haven't got time to invent a new language deserving of scolding that moron. firstly he wasn't listening to the question. and secondly, even if you paid me to watch whatever it is you were talking about i would -n-e-v-e-r- watch it. ok? sigh. i hope i get the post of president. the first thing i'd do is send those people back to india.
you have no idea how much i wish they don't get the address to this site.
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