Friday, November 17, 2006.

The first thing Renee and I saw when we got there was some banner calling out to the likes of wannabe beach hunks and beach babes in a Beach Hunk & Babe Contest of the year 2006!

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吃饱没事做是不是。

一定是。

I don't understand why people would want to go to Sentosa for the fun of it.

The thing is in the way some people dress.

Hello. You don't wear heels and complain that they've been hurting since the moment you put them on.

You don't wear heels to Sentosa to take them off once you settle down in the bus and start complaining to your 姐妹s that your feet hurts hurts hurts.

Who's the stupid one?

You.

If it was painful once you put it on aren't you too much of an idiot to wear it when you know you're going to do a fair bit of walking since we're talking about Sentosa here?

I'd clap for you if you manage to walk on the sand for a full five minutes and not scrunch up your face nor cringe from the blistering pain.

Just one clap.

It's good enough right?

Yes it is.

Retarded.









Anyway our first aid duty consisted of us going to Sentosa by ourselves (Thanks to the man who thinks he's so great. Urgh. :X), sitting/standing/walking around talking to Stella & Tommy, walking to the Hotel toilet and enjoying the momentary bliss from the hot sun and going out of Sentosa by ourselves.

Gosh that man talks too much and is far too nosy and I can't write his big name here cause he has so many close connections around it's scary. But he's just downright annoying when he shouldn't be the least bit involved. Ch.

Stella's skin is getting thicker and it's because we talk almost every Wednesday. She's learning from us and learning fast. Good!

As usual Tommy the very enthusiastic and loud one cheered in our proximity and caused us both to be left with no choice but to shut our ears momentarily.

Seriously, primary school kids nowadays have all the attitude there is in this world.

They are flirty, bimbotic, rich, over-dressed, arrogant, quick-tempered save for some really cute and enthusiastic ones.

There was this girl flirting with one of the facilitators and her hair-band need not be on her head but it's placed there so she could hold her fringe and allow it to fall and cover 1/5 of her face very gracefully. How very smart.

There was this really enthusiastic boy in a yellow shirt and white specs and he was the only one that everyone praised. ONLY ONE. (This is the title of a Shinhwa song too!)

Then there was this scrawny boy with the air of an AH BENG. The way he walks, his shirt, the way he presents himself. Sad or what. You're only primary 6 you know?

And according to sources he fought? Or almost picked up a fight.

Who do you want to fight? Or do you think by fighting you can get people to notice you? I think it will only lead to people detesting you because you have a lousy temper you cannot control at the mere age of 12.

Yah, so you're done with PSLE and you're feeling like the shark of your primary school? When you get the secondary school they'd have you feeling like a pathetic piece of algae.

I suggest you redeem your attitude before it has the chance and potential to turn worse.

Bratty aye.

Sad.

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