met up with zer last wednesday to catch rule no. 1. And till now, the show still vaguely disturbs me. I'm a sucker for horror. Half the time i was buried in zer's shaw (:
went down to 85 to meet sher for dinner. It is so funny how sher can tell jokes that never seem funny, and she was just going on and on. It is amusing how people's jokes are never funny. You just laugh to patronise them and make them think that it is the funniest thing you have heard. But little did they know, their jokes to be thought otherwise.
After dinner was a litte exciting. Walked down to the playground. Thought about playing blind mice or catching, but after being full from dinner, we just made do with the sitting and talking thing. I learnt something new that night. Sher wants to be white. Doesn't like tanning anymore and is thinking of applying sunblock now. Schizo.
Camwhored too. Typical. And it was then that we decided to go for a game badminton. Haha, talk about health fitness, i am that.
Cabbed down to sher's house and the most least expected thing happened.
Remember I once told a few, aikenmonster included, that i would never lose my black pouch. Somehow, murphy takes delight in proving you wrong. Left my pouch behind in the cabby. Didn't realise until i was at sher's home. And the funny thing is that when you tell your friends that you lost something, they always think that you are playing and they never take it seriously. Well, after like a whole moment of convincing zer, sher started to panic and dived into her heap of clothes. As you all know, since i have already said it was in the cab, sher dived to no avail.
She seriously should get a domestic helper. Her room is by far the messiest room ever. Heaps of clothes everywhere. And i think i spotted some Man's clothes too. (:
So the panic went on for sher, as my pouch was being dropped by the fair lady herself and i was just thinking of using the opportunity to get a new phone from my dad and of course, keeping my cool and calm composure.
BUT, just when i thought i could get a new phone, zer, for some ungodly reason, has the habit of remembering license plate number. And so she called comfort, told them the cab number and they traced it for us. Amazing talent, isn't it?
Long story short, i got back my pouch and will still say, i will never lose my pouch again. (:
Pictures.
I don't know if you have already realise, that whenever someone is at the playground, there have to be a period of longsuffering, in another words, emoness.
i think they are just suffering from Post O-level trauma.
Whatever the issue, i got to scoot of for practice already and i know this is hardly ever said from me, GOOD MORNING SINGAPORE!
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