-=| Bad Luck has came onto me.... |=-
So what have i been doing? I have been slacking at home all day, yea, sleeping very early in the morning... and waking up very early in the afternoon...oh well i've been saying this over and over again, but oh well, slacking my time away is real sad, coz i've got no money to go out, as transport nowadays are so expensive, so i've got to stay home to be hermid crab...
Since last thursday i'am officially a laselle student, Yay! But to be one laselle student caused me some flesh and blood, because of my dad of mine. That guy insisted that goodman road was along tanjongkatong road, and insisted that i should sit a bus to tanjong katong road and walk in to goodman road, but actually i should alight at another road, at another bus stop. May curses be on him, he didn't know the place well, and determined that whatever he said was true. I over shot with the bus, and i had to walk back to the previous 2 bus stops, then i realised that i had to cross the bridge to get to goodman road and then walked a long long lonely road with huge private houses on both left and right. Close to the end of the road there was this icecream seller.
The WEIRD ice cream man: Ni bian le ho? Yi cian bu shi zhe yang de.(You seem like you have changed, you look so different.)
Me: huh?(blurr look)
Me: Ni shi bu shi zai Yishun mai ice cream?(Are you the Yishun ice cream man?)
The WEIRD ice cream man: bu shi. (no.)
Me: Wo bu ji dao ni shi shui.(I dunno who are you.)
Me: May i know how to get to Laselle?
The WEIRD ice cream man: Straight ahead.
Me:(Freaked out and quickly walked away *Thinking to myself wondering why do i meet so many weird people*)
That ice cream man is so freaky, trying to pretend that he noes me. peh!
After settleing everything in Laselle, i realised that my feet was hurting. And it reminded me of my drama lines,
"Haiyah! So tired! My feet has never been this sore before."
"I cannot belive all the stuff i've done today. And you noe what? i've still got more stuff to do."
Those walking left me with a huge blister of a size of a 1 dollar coin on my left heel. Luckily i'm not a gal, as i might be wearing heels and maybe by the time i reach home the heels would be worn out or maybe broken.
After going to laselle to pay for my fees, i had to go to thomson road to SDAC church to practice drama. Drama is really fun, as i get to learnt stuff which i won't learn outside, like how to articulate words in the right way and how to put my words to make it less offensive. My sister always tells me that i cannot articulate my words properly and i guess i usually sound quite offensive, or maybe the words were on purpose, oh well. I spoke to my mum about the ice cream man, and she said i should say
"Wo bu ren de ni."
(i dun reconise you)
rather then
"Wo bu zhi dao ni shi shui"
(I dunno who are you.)
Nothing much to write about actually, just basically updates. But walking down that goodman road actually kept me thinking. The long journey along the street is like life, the houses are happenings of the person's life. Some happenings are really nice some arn't. Some are humongous some arn't. And some arn't that great after all. The houses comes in different styles and shape, really like a architecture gallery.
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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
