I think I ate something wrong.
And I just ate the green packet of cookies B bought for me that day.
When I popped in the 5th cookie into my mouth,
straight away I ran to the toilet and shat like God knows what.
Rah! And anyway,
I think I have the weirdest pimples of all.
To think of that, normally, pimples grow at around your T zone or at cheeks.
For me?
Well, my pimples only grow at chin, nose, and the most ridiculous one,
my neck.
Its super weird can?
So, my next aim is to invent a type of spray.
Once you spray it on your pimples, they'll be gone,
and never come back.
Finally, the whole world will be pimples free!
And we shall call a celebration.
The Pimples-Free Day Celebration.
OK, that's crap.
Yes, I've mention in my blog that I want to be a commercial model.
Please la, don't laugh can. I'm serious.
I think models are soooo pretty and chic and sexy and hot and RICH.
But I can't do the runway thing.
Not because I don't know how to walk, but I'm short!
So, I've decided to be a commercial model.
Haha.
One day, when you switch on the television, you see Chan Elaine,
smiling and waving the Poka Green Tea bottle,
urging everyone to buy and drink it.
Or I'll be the second generation of the SK II Mask thing.
Haa. Anyway, I heard from people that models are loose
As in, those other countries, American models.
They're touched by their boss(es) before they're officially a full time model.
I don't think Singapore commercial models are like that, right?
Hopefully not, or my hopes will be dashed!
I'm serious, people. So don't laugh, or you'll hurt my feelings ):
OK, time for the serious part.
In school toady, the class was busy dicussing about the class tee.
Here comes the problem.
People complain this, and that.
What's so wrong, huh?
Remember, the class tee is for the sake of Mr Lee.
Its our last year together, why complain?
I don't wish to say unkind remarks, so I'll be mute.
Once, I believed that our class was the most united class.
Look at its state now. They're just like unfix jigsaw puzzle pieces.
Bitched @ 3:56 PM