Conversations
Tuesday, June 30, 2009 AT 4:02:00 PM
Monday:We were talking about the H1N1 thing in class and the places affected and so on...
Chinny "What is Butterfactory? A factory ah?"
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Note to self: No drinking bubble tea after school before going home.
You'll need the toilet on your way home.
Tuesday:After lunch, Sissy and I were using the laptop in the room...
Grandma "Woah! You finished all the dishes?!(in chinese)"
Me "Ya"
Grandma "VELLY GOOD!

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So cute right my grandma!
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Seriously hate taking public transports.. Especially the MRT during Peak Hours..
And especially when you're not at a height of >158cm.
I was trapped by the glass panel and on my right, was this China man, who held the walls of the trains for support.. Meaning : His right armpit was above me.
Then a Bangladesh came in, fucking smelly, I reckon he took a bath or washed his clothes. He stood in front of me
(not more than 1.0 metres away), held the metal bar and I was breathing in the smell of him.
(Not being racist here, but seriously, he should get a bath or his laundry done.)Swear I was so glad I stepped out of the train when it was my stop, I was literally dying for fresh air! And I felt so smelly after that... Shit head.
Where's my chauffeur when I need one?
Okay, gotta step back to reality. Not-that-rich-after-all.
FMLAnd I can't help falling asleep in class after recess. Too sleepy to stay awake..
I need a life. Or rather, my life back.
How I wish I could do my homework/revision as often as I surf the net/update my blog.
For the longest time, I've not typed a wordy post like that.
Anyway, I doubt anyone really reads the pieces of shit that I type.
K, bye.