ITS THURSDAY~
I am so shagged.
Boy am I so glad that its Labour Day tmr.
CCA just now.
Was so freaking pissed with P.
Ok nothing new right.
But I felt better when i walked around sch giving free tissue packets with VP and Beng Loon.
And when mama joined us.
:)
And then later was basically slacking.
And thank you to Beng Loon for waiting for me to go home together.
:)
& OMG I STEPPED ON A FREAKING SNAIL.
Its like Beng Loon is telling me some lame joke [his job anyway]
And then I am like walking walking.
Then skali got this "crush" sound.
And.. Yeah I killed a snail.
Hurhur, I seriously feel so bad lah.
As in, I killed a poor inncoent snail.
And it did nothing wrong.
Except waiting outside the gate for my super big feet to land on its body and squeeze it to death.
Maybe the snail was P in disguise.
I swear I can still hear the "crush" sound.
And and thanks to Beng Loon, I can't get the gay sperm joke and the "Are you COMing home" out of my head.
Dear snail, I am really sorry.
Please don't haunt me ok?
I swear enough freaky things have been happening to me already.
Like weird presences at the bus stop at night.
Someone else [besides VP] calling my name, then when I turn, there is nobody there.
Dearest snail, I hope you rest well in snail Heaven.
And the angels above my shoulder have alreasy recorded this deed down.
What a bad way to start the weekend.
Its next week.
Lets' rock! :D
I am so shagged.
Boy am I so glad that its Labour Day tmr.
CCA just now.
Was so freaking pissed with P.
Ok nothing new right.
But I felt better when i walked around sch giving free tissue packets with VP and Beng Loon.
And when mama joined us.
:)
And then later was basically slacking.
And thank you to Beng Loon for waiting for me to go home together.
:)
& OMG I STEPPED ON A FREAKING SNAIL.
Its like Beng Loon is telling me some lame joke [his job anyway]
And then I am like walking walking.
Then skali got this "crush" sound.
And.. Yeah I killed a snail.
Hurhur, I seriously feel so bad lah.
As in, I killed a poor inncoent snail.
And it did nothing wrong.
Except waiting outside the gate for my super big feet to land on its body and squeeze it to death.
Maybe the snail was P in disguise.
I swear I can still hear the "crush" sound.
And and thanks to Beng Loon, I can't get the gay sperm joke and the "Are you COMing home" out of my head.
Dear snail, I am really sorry.
Please don't haunt me ok?
I swear enough freaky things have been happening to me already.
Like weird presences at the bus stop at night.
Someone else [besides VP] calling my name, then when I turn, there is nobody there.
Dearest snail, I hope you rest well in snail Heaven.
And the angels above my shoulder have alreasy recorded this deed down.
What a bad way to start the weekend.
Its next week.
Lets' rock! :D
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