f8 show thy force

at the temasek hall bazaar,

me: wah the otah smells damn good!

og-mate: eh my friends got diarrheoa from the otahs

me: :S

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me: *sees a hall mate eating otah. eh! diarrheoa otah!

og-mate: haha! oh no, i've plagiarised...

me: ?!

og-mate: oh damaged his reputation

me: *tries not to explode



at dinner,

me: so are you helping out at bazaar?

neighbour 1: no, don't need.

me: must you help out?

neighbour 2: huh? why must?

me: oh just asking la, must you?

neighbour 2: why must help out?

me: er, do you need to help out?

neighbour 2: oh don't need. (here she gives me a look that says, "orh why never ask properly.")



before mid-terms when we were joking about ways to escape the exam hall,

me: (to marianne) you remember the paper that was stuck in the rg toilet? (to the rest at the table) there was this thing in the toilets that listed 10 ways for a person to run out of the exam hall. i could do the spy one! andre, andre! i've found the papers. *waves imaginary papers in the air.

hall-mates: *lost looks but some muster a polite smile

me: oh. okay. *eats rice


little wonder why i'm getting dumber by the moment. from now onwards i will speak goode english and talk to a select few or i'll end up like those people. the horror, the horror. why do people get to have intelligent and witty exchanges while i have to be at the receiving end of stupid. ah, it's because i'm in nus.