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Sunday, November 9, 2008





i was gg to save my pictures,
as in you know,
save it to use tml.
but forget,i dont see anytime i am without new pics.

oh and that day,
i was on the train.
thn came these 3 noisy,steppy,weird girls.
they stood infront of my seat,
cause the 'miss popular' was sitting beside me.
i had an LOL time.(inside)
cause they were gossiping/bitching.
so damnn funnny,
"that blahhblahh very fake..."
"isnt it obvious,she is...."
thn,all the chimchim words come out,
nah,its not bad words luh.
its serious chim english,probably approved by oxford.
and those if teachers read their essays,
will stand and clap one
thn like so funny,
say people,with such super profound ang-moh.
serious eh,i didnt understand a single word.
thn the 'miss popular' left.
shes probably the coolest among them,
but her 'sporty' attire was attractive.(secret)
so those other two continued talking,
i think something about walls?
super random,thn laughed so super loud.
thn sudd switch to yelllow colour topic.
thn what yellow walls,chairs,bag,shoes.
thn go super excited.
i wearing my m)phosis yellow slippers.
thn the skinny one whispered to the girl,
obviously about me.
like so NOT obvious luh-.-
thn they started going excited/laughing.
with all those profound ang-moh.
i was going to burst out laughing luh.
thn it occur to me,
i seem to do that before,
with lousier english of course,
and lesser emotions-.-
but i felt better,
and i dont think i want to ever do this thing again.
its like a live comedy
when i think about how different our dressings were.
and i was so thankful.
long slingbags/longskirts/longsocks/primary-sch like shoes/cmi hair.
phewwww,
moral of story:


DRESSING MATTERS ALOT,
AND IT TAKES ALOT TO BE A COOL RETARD

(10:02 PM)