|
Friday, May 23
arrrrghhh.....what am I doing to myself....nobody recognises me anymore......hmm..maybe Clement and some people from CTSS still do but people from my batch don't seem to recognise me....
Okay, there was Weichang, Choke...than there were a few girls and a few other people who also didn't recognise me initially too...bah....than there were Ros AND Kwan Siang whom I walked RIGHT IN FRONT of....I couldn't really be bothered to chase them after they just walked straight on...mmm...at that point I was somewhat thinking "forget it" before Kwan Siang saw me....baaaah...couple blissfully in love...
The final straw which kinda led to this outburst (usually I don't mind it but they're kinda too many ppl who can't recognise me now) was taday at Jurong Point. This time it was Robbie and Jia Ying.....whoo-pee-do....walked right in front and towards them...would have collided with them if I didn't give way to them...and whoo-pee-doo....both didn't see me...yahoo!
Maybe I'm the next Michael Jackson. Maybe somehow at night some doctor sneaked in and did some plastic surgery on me. I feel plastic. Maybe the doctor's the barbarian that was playing with my air-con a few days ago.
"I'm a Barbie Boy, In a Barbie World;
Life in plastic, It's fantastic;
You can brush my hair;
and undress me everywhere (eeee);
Imagination, Life is your creation;
Come on Kokky, Let's go party!"
Ooh yeah...plastic sounds fun...maybe that's why MJ went for plastic surgery...to have more fun. Cool bananas.
|
|
|
