Friday, August 12, 2005
" Learning dim sum no more ; 6:20 PM "
L: Well if it doesn't really matter anymore, the perfectness and all, at least now I know she can't sing.
Me: Yah, be so shallow, you pig. I mean, look out of your perfection, okay? Be a real...eleven year old boy and stop being so sarcastic about sarcasm and the things you want! We're all still in primary school okay? Don't act all bummy.
L: Yeah, but she still can't sing...what do you want me to do about that? Give her honey tea, eh?
Me: You wicked thing.
L: Lot less wickeder than you are anyway. I know you're after him.
Me: Who?! Omg, you are really nuts. PSLE...oh god, I'm only after that!
L: Yes, yes. By the way, don't forget..you owe me one. A burger AND fries too.
Me: No way! I'm strapped. You see, I'm wasting money by smsing you and hearing all your stupid nonsense.
L: Hey, how about dim sum?
Me: No..bye! I wanna go now. It's so boring smsing you! You only know sarcasm now..boohoos, no fun!
L: Harhar, it's me! Mr. Sar. Deal with it, aight?
Me : BS! BS! *eviiil*
L: Muaka, cya! Bye!
I know, a daily dose of L. and you'll faint. He's ultra boring. bLeCh!
On the other hand...
'Sing a rainbow, just sing sing shout scream croak it..' Haha! Smitty and I were hanging out the other day. Really fun.
'You know, now, the whole idea of modern tech. Nothing so crappingly nice about it.'
'Well, you just gotta live with handphones..it's a pain!' (Smitty being sarcastic)
'So how about it? Smoothie? Sprinkles? Rocks? How was uni in N.Y?'
'Not like you'd know. It was okay. Some cuties. Some losers. But more work, that I couldn't even concentrate on the yummies...'
'Eeew!' (Me being ultra jealous)
'I was watching Charlie and the Choc. Factory. It's really cool Maya. You should go watch.'
'Hate movies...'
And then the convo sort of ended there..so far of where I can recall.
'Raj asked me..that question..'
'Why are you telling me? You're my cousin/cum/friend person. You should be callin me twerp and all.' Scoffs.
'I just have a problem with him being an arranged marriage to me. Because, he asked me the QUESTION only because his parents thought it was time. It's so weird.'
'Haha...' (Don't know what to say, really. Nervous.)
'Mm..guess, I'll say..some answer..'
'How about a bubble tea now, huh? I'm hungry.'
''Kays, girl. Stop being so itchy and all. You look constipated..'
Officially ends around here..haha.
I don't know, Smits. I'm twelve. I'm the wrong girl to ask. You're 25, a model in working. Good luck, girl.
Me: Yah, be so shallow, you pig. I mean, look out of your perfection, okay? Be a real...eleven year old boy and stop being so sarcastic about sarcasm and the things you want! We're all still in primary school okay? Don't act all bummy.
L: Yeah, but she still can't sing...what do you want me to do about that? Give her honey tea, eh?
Me: You wicked thing.
L: Lot less wickeder than you are anyway. I know you're after him.
Me: Who?! Omg, you are really nuts. PSLE...oh god, I'm only after that!
L: Yes, yes. By the way, don't forget..you owe me one. A burger AND fries too.
Me: No way! I'm strapped. You see, I'm wasting money by smsing you and hearing all your stupid nonsense.
L: Hey, how about dim sum?
Me: No..bye! I wanna go now. It's so boring smsing you! You only know sarcasm now..boohoos, no fun!
L: Harhar, it's me! Mr. Sar. Deal with it, aight?
Me : BS! BS! *eviiil*
L: Muaka, cya! Bye!
I know, a daily dose of L. and you'll faint. He's ultra boring. bLeCh!
On the other hand...
'Sing a rainbow, just sing sing shout scream croak it..' Haha! Smitty and I were hanging out the other day. Really fun.
'You know, now, the whole idea of modern tech. Nothing so crappingly nice about it.'
'Well, you just gotta live with handphones..it's a pain!' (Smitty being sarcastic)
'So how about it? Smoothie? Sprinkles? Rocks? How was uni in N.Y?'
'Not like you'd know. It was okay. Some cuties. Some losers. But more work, that I couldn't even concentrate on the yummies...'
'Eeew!' (Me being ultra jealous)
'I was watching Charlie and the Choc. Factory. It's really cool Maya. You should go watch.'
'Hate movies...'
And then the convo sort of ended there..so far of where I can recall.
'Raj asked me..that question..'
'Why are you telling me? You're my cousin/cum/friend person. You should be callin me twerp and all.' Scoffs.
'I just have a problem with him being an arranged marriage to me. Because, he asked me the QUESTION only because his parents thought it was time. It's so weird.'
'Haha...' (Don't know what to say, really. Nervous.)
'Mm..guess, I'll say..some answer..'
'How about a bubble tea now, huh? I'm hungry.'
''Kays, girl. Stop being so itchy and all. You look constipated..'
Officially ends around here..haha.
I don't know, Smits. I'm twelve. I'm the wrong girl to ask. You're 25, a model in working. Good luck, girl.
xox