zaaaaaaaaarh. i love our school uni, very very much. its funky and i look good in it :)
-i hear snorts-
ANYWAY. but its darn troublesome!! people are forever sitting on my skirt. what's more, its always the old aunties who plop next to me with their GINORMOUS plastic bags of marketing, or the middle-aged ladies who are totally in denial about (whispers) saggy butt cheeks.
oh gads, now that that's on the World Wide Web, i will get retribution. lalalala.
everytime it reaches my stop, i have to gently tug on my skirt so the nice lady realises she's actually sitting on it and can then can get off it IN TIME FOR ME TO GET OFF THE BUS. then it becomes my fault cos i left it on the seat for her to sit on. shucks, i feel so bad when i have to make the old ladies get up, so i smile very nicely at them. then they don't smile back. poo
this time, it was the skirt again. BUT IT WASN'T AN OLD LADY.
it was a poor skinny SJI junior. im so sorry little man.
i was happily moving to my intended seat and his bag happened to be sticking out. i could have avoided it very nicely, but the stupid bus jerked! so i flew to the side, and the skirt caught on his bag. why you gotta have so many buckles anyway huh?
lucky he was quick enough to pull his bag back.
i believe he was in a state of shock when i proceeded on with whatever remained of my grace and dignity. who knows? i sure as hell didn't look back.
the mats at the back were laughinggg. but they weren't laughing at me lah.
i think. maaaaaa-meyaaah.oh well. lesson learnt.- nods head fervently-
but ZOMG. i have ruined the good name of IJ forever. just in case-
LITTLE MAN. YOU ARE SO NOT HOT ENOUGH TO FLASH FOR.
so there.
5:05:00 PM
GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH
