-=| Last post at skool... |=-
Realised y haven’t I been bloggin 4 the past few days? Yeah, I was banned from the library on tues till my prelims ends.=/ But I tried to plead wif Mrs Yuen today n c if my post gets posted.
On Tuesday I came back home to change as I waited too long for my tuition teacher, he was taking too long to meet me. Rushed home and arranged a new timing to meet him. Slipped into my slippers and went out of the house.
For some background knowledge, the same slippers went missing on sun. And was suspected to be stolen by some roaming malay gals who likes sitting on my stairs, I suspect they are les, as they are scribbling words on my floors. Their graffiti skills are so *rolls eyes showing a dull handsign*. Aniwayz it was later found out tat my dad wore it.
Being in a rush I was running in my slippers, I’m used to it and good at it. But I tripped over my slippers. Why? Because he expanded my slippers. Imagine, you are late for work one Sunday morning and it was raining cats and dogs. You have lousy cheapo sandals you bought from Bali, and will detach itself when contacted wif rain. And you see this interesting looking slippers (lets call it flippies), slips into it and sets off a journey from Yishun to Hougang on wheels, yes, a bike. So he has to get a balance and grip between the flippies and the bike paddles.
I wore the slippers and tripped over it and realised tat it has been lengthen on the flap where the big toes and index toes go between. And yeah, the slippers is super loose. It was so embarrassing, imagine you are walking on the road and the person next to you is twitching while walking, I invited so many stares loh.
When I went to the MRT, I realised that my toe nails were chipped. He is so not gonna get forgiven *flips hair, twitch lips and rolls eyes like a bimbo*.
Feel really sad for my flippy, it has been abused. It was a suffering getting tat pair of slippers, tat ah pek looking flippies from Little India. I had to suffer that stench from the streets before I managed to get that pair of flippies. Thinking of Little India reminds me of those human packed buses that I have to squeesh into to get home, receiving weird eyes from people ard as I’m the onli yellow skin, as tho I am a freak.
After dinner at Toapayoh with my mum we saw this back view of this super retro lady, with the colour of her hair I deduce that she is quite old. She was wearing this pink floral dress, possibly made at a tailor or even DIY. And was matched with this strikingly yellow belt, those 1 piece of cloth wrapped round her waist. And her hair was a OMGosher, it was the same striking yellow colour rubber band, but it was like a bunch of hair grabbed a little at the top forming a fountain. She is not young n she looks horrifying, even a youngster won’t want to wear it. I guess she spend too much time digging in her grandma’s chest.
On wedz my mum went to uncurl her poofed up hair. Few weeks ago she was having trouble wif her hair. And now she “straightened” it again, soon her hair will naturally frizz up and look like a African woman which is so coming in.
Came home at about 9plus, and I had to cook my own dinner. My house is so not stocked up, it has such limited resources, till I guess cockroaches cannot survive, they will die of hunger in my house.
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Name : Joel Xiang Desheng P3RS0N@L!TY
Personality : Flamboyant T@g W!SH3S 3M@!l CURR3NT M00D W3@TH3R F00T PR!NTS !N 3 S@nd R@D!0 ST@T!0NS P@ST R3CORDS L!NKS
DOB : 19th May 1988
Age : 19+
Height : 1.73++m
Weight : Abt 60kg
Zodiac : Dragon
Horroscope : Taurus
Fav Sports : Breathing exercises on the bed every night(snore)
Fav colour : Blue, silver, black
Fav things : Vintage looking stuff...
Hates : People who commands me to do anything
Worst habits : Talking back, bitching...
Best Habits : Obeys house rules
How do u relax : Bitching, complaining, vibrate my ear drums with sound waves from my disc man
One thing tat no one noes abt? : i'm Sentimental...
Three words 2 describe me : Rude Noisy Freak
One liner tat i'm most proud of : Being kind to your enemy means to be cruel to yourself
Moto in life : Look 4 a goal n strife hard
