SICKO UNCLES.
HOLY FRIGGING DANG-ED CRAP SHEET.
(I'm going for a family-friendly blog again).
I was touched and fiddled with. On the face O:
Why do I have sick neighbours?
So I met this weird person like, some time ago.
He lived on the 25th floor. I'm on the 24th.
I dno why also, he keep da3 zhao1 hu1 with me.
Hello, I don't even know him.
So I just replied for the sake of replying.
Then he started talking and asking things everytime i met him.
Which school you from uh?
How old are you uh?
I was like, er.. nanhua lor.
He seemed
very over friendly. In a weird way.
Under very rare and suey circumstances, I'd meet him.
Not very comfortable.
He would ask all those questions all over again?
Like, I told him 50 times?
(He must have asked alot of people these o.o)
& HE HAS THAT LOOK.
OHMY
GAD. Freaky eyes.
Today. After tuition :D
Took 143 home. Then he was on the bus as well.
I was like, crap, he's gna ask weird questions again.
And he did. Bleh.
I was walking real fast to the lift.
And hell, he caught up.
This time he didn't ask questions.
Okay, he did. Then he punched my arm.
Not the fighting kind of punch, the punch punch -.-
Then he pinched my face.
I was like what the hell.
He keep saying whoa hen3 mei3 leh.
I was thinking, 'shut up'.
Then he asked me to go find him when I'm free.
Sick basket.
I got out like quickly. Obviously.
He asked for my name lehhh.
I was like, bye. LOL.
*cringes. AAH.
Anyway, I was playing with Photofunia!
Mummy bought me ming zhong zhu ding wo ai ni DVD!
THANKS MUM :D
Cheerio.
