Story time

Met Jasmine last night to collect the Forever21 loots and I had to carry this really huge box so I decided to cab home. I only managed to board the third cab that I flagged and the reason being: I looked too much like a terrorist carrying a bomb. YA DAMN STUPID REASON. The first two taxi drivers didn't allow me to board because they thought I was going to blow their cab up into pieces. What the heck. I don't even look one bit like a dangerous person ):

Today there was this guy selling those "charity tickets" at the interchange who approached me saying "Hi miss, you speak English? I speak English too. You want to buy ticket from me to help poor children? " I gave him a MM NO THANKS cue. Hello to all those ignorant people out there, please do not ever pay a single cent to people selling these tickets because they are out to con your money. I'd rather donate to the kids holding those flag day tin cans or the auntie/uncle selling tissues.

Today I met MK and Siew Tin to shop. And MK is a weirdo who talks to herself laughs to herself and mumbles non-stop to herself and pronounces the word "Korean" as correan. Ohh and I got too excited seeing the bus 12 passing and I ran after the bus and said bye to them, leaving them standing at the sidewalk stunned (the best part, we didn't even said anything about heading home hahaha).

Today the mother asked the sister (who's a total pain to have around the house) if she likes any boys.

Mother: Do you like any boys now?

Brigitte: No! My school only got girls, no boys what. So how to MMMMMM a boy?

Mother: What's MMMMMMM?

Me: You should know.

Mother: Like?

Brigitte: Ya.

Me: HAHAHA.

Yes you're right, my weird sister is allergic to the word "like". It will kill her to say it, even when communicating with us.

Science centre tomorrow!