todae was another macham madcap dae in the fathom 3 groupie...
due to the 1 lesson of hoi we had which stuck out like a sore thumb on our nice timetable...
(itz ok, i got a full thurs soon...bleah~ u poor dearz)
anyway, todae, we decided to visit our old haunt at starbucks and the music was ... fantastic...as usual...
though i wonder y the pple at the counter play such *ehem* wonderful music...
prob in their feeble attempt to chase us out of starbuckz...
haha...but itz not working... take a look world...we are here to stay.

let me reintro the blue beanie gang, known as SML in short...
dun be mistaken, itz not sister marie lau...frm cjc...and itz not Small medium large...
but sml refering to the first alpha of our names but anyway, the irony of it all is...
hehe...nm, i better not sae if not i'ii be strangled alive...
anyway, my dear frenz decided to change their names once more,
now S is SS- which she wants to interprete super S but i personally opt for S Sucks...or simply bitch
anyway,...*sniggers* we'll just settle for one word,
the word that describes her all...PIG

then it comes to my dorlin frenz L - she personally wants to be called PCB...which has great connotations if you knew wat the abbrevatives meant...

lastly, therez the great O' MOI. They think i shld be called MM as in M Matilda,
but i personally opt for Mighty mouse....
for those ignorant pple Matilda comes from the song " waltzing matilda" aka bag lady theme...

TImez passing so slowly as usual...and the 2pid internet is lagging...
sighsy, wat is the world becoming?
to think, technological advancements are meant to help us be better pple,
instead it seems to make us more and more boring indiv...

looking ard my super super "neat" room, i'm beginning to wonder...
if i ever become a housewife or rather a yellow face woman...
wat will my house look like...
HmmmmZz...
i dun exactly wana imagine...
itz too horrifying

juz ate 2 waffles....piping hot but now churning in my tummy...
and i wonder y...
y in the world did i eat so many?
i'm turning into a big fat pig...
did you noe itz said that the pple you hang out w, are a reflection of u
i so agree, although i shudder at that thought..
imagine myself having all the habits my present lovely frenz have now...
hey...no offence but...
just put urself in my shoes and imagine this scenerio...

i'm about to leave my house and i take an extra look at the mirror to rearrange my hair...
SHIT...my hair doesnt look well placed enuff...the gel's not holding in...
hey, i shld go buy some of that nice smelling fudge cream thingy...
mmmmmmmmm...... i love nachos...maybe i shld have a morning snack...
darn.... my hair reallie is out of place! HOW....maybe i'ii comb it back somemore...
maybe...and this goes on for an hour, the incessant debate in my brain on whether i shld fix my hair or eat.

well gerlz, i can only say, itz better then being a guy and have xxx on your mind all the time...
we have better things to do...like my hair is out of place man...diedie...
hmmmzzz...

letz just sae i manage to get out of the frnt door then i have my usual panic attacks...
DIE...i forgot my pencil box....HEy,... wherez my bank card...die ah. no money.... wait wait...
wherz my WALLET! hmhm...oh heng, itz still there....should i wear socks? do i look funny? wearing tights w a skirt...
weird or not? heck la,....OH NO...my water bottle...
and there...i'm stuck half way, not in nor out of my house...

and we sae women can multi-task,their better at driving themselves and the pple ard them up and over the wall..

finally...and just finaallyyy...we manage to get on a tram to go to school...
and then....
it finally dawns on me...
IS THIS THE RIGHT TRAM?
and i spend the next 5 mins frantically looking around...
when i reassure myself one more time that itz correct...i sit back to relax...only to panic once again...
WHERE IS THE BUS CONDUCTOR?




nowadaes, these sneaky bus conductors have become more efficient, clad in black trench coats
like the men in black...
and they will flash u...
of coz w their federal police like wallet thingies..."wherez ur met card"
and then i'ii go...erm...erm...wait ah, i just got on the last stop...
maybe itz coz of my innocent looking face, or murderous eyes...who noes...they norm let me off the hook.

anyway, back to the analogy...
WHERE IS THE BUS CONDUCTOR? after this panic attack, i wld settle down again...
only to finally realize that...
i didnt have to take a tram in the first place.
frantically, i'ii make it for the door and when the tram stops, i wld try to alight...
only to realise that i'm standing at the wrong side of the tram door.
they open on the other side...
PAI SEH MAN..

ok...saying i manage to get of the tram...
i'ii have to open my eyes wide and search for the street i'm suppose to go to...
lygon...
how to you get there...
looking left and right...
i'ii wish that i cld dig a hole to hide my head or at least grab someone who can lead me to school...
Finally...
i will resort to looking at the signs...
"thank god for the man who invented signs"...thank you to the dorling person who contributed this wonderful quote...

thatz y i DO NOT...NEVER....WILL NOT....BU XING....have all the habits of my frends...
i will just die...together w my flaws....i will be a walking disaster...a walking timebomb...
no good no good....