Cursed

I'm having a day from hell

First, I accidentally broke a table at school by sitting on it...
In my defence, that table was already messed up

And the manner in which I broke the table was...very embarrassing
Others will be blogging about it too, so I'd rather not mention it here.

They took pictures...

And that's not even the worse part.
After recess, I went up to class late. When I got there, one of my friends told me

"Mark, you're going to die"

I thought he was joking, so I asked him what happened.
The conversation is as follows(more or less):

"Just now, there was a helluvalot of Indians who came looking for you"

"WTF? What for...?"

"I dunno, but they are like...damn pissed at you for something. You better follow teacher out of school later. They will be waiting for you outside after school"

"..."

I still thought he was joking (or lying). Until...
A boy from my class came back and told me that he overheard the Indian boys in other classes planning to whack me up or something. At that point, I felt it would be wise to assess the situation

So I went to an Indian guy in my class:

"What's happening lah?"

"You ah! What the hell you saying about us?"

"Huh...? What are you talking about?"

"You were telling, F*ck all Indians just now right?"

"WTH? No lah...I wasn't even here"

Anyway, he wasn't convinced. He just told me that they would be looking for me after school.
I couldn't concentrate on my Sivik & Kewarganegaraan test paper (like I cared anyway)

So, after the paper...we were allowed to go home early.
And they came in numbers I couldn't believe.
I swear there was like 30 or 40 of them(felt that way anyway)

Everyone told me to run. But I was like...

this is bullshit

I didn't do anything wrong, right?
Take my word on this: I have nothing against the Indians.

If you people are reading this: I have NO PROBLEM with you people. Someone is spreading lies about me. So, come on lah. You got the wrong guy

So I went over to them. Some were carrying helmets for God's sake. One guy put his arms around me and told me

"Don't scared wei...we just want to talk"

oh shit...I'm dead

But after some explaining to 2, 3 fellers. They kinda got the message and let me go. At the end of the corridor, my 'friends' were waiting for me.

"Hey Mark...you're alive wei!!!"

But they were still waiting for me at the front gate.
Luckily, I go home late on Fridays...but I found out from some friends that they still wanted to confront me.


What the hell wei...it's like I got some seriously bad karma from my past life or something.
I don't think it's over yet. Probably have to talk to them again on Monday

-Mark-