there should be a rule in this world,
that prevents you from running into primary school senior and junior jogging while wearing oversized disco tee with a few splotches of laksa soup (lunch) and carting home pop tarts and julie wafers.
aye. i dislike this sort of surprises. especially when im not very cough presentable. although with all due respect to the disco tee, the laksa splotches were not noticable (i hope).
felt like such a fatass pig who can't stop eating junk food. esp since they were jogging. x_x
i keep running into people i "know" lately. like omg-i-used-to gossip-about-you-with-my-best-friend-in-primary-school kind of know. but this is not referring to above, because the above is very nice pretty and smart. *covers face* and the girl who got gossiped about looked intimidatingly grown up. *covers face and hides*
they are all smart people in eggless good schools, who are amazingly athletic, super chio (only they'd never say chio, they'd say like gorgeous and hawwwwt),plays the guitar and probably with competitions and championships under their belts.
while yours truly, looks like tweety (WHO IS MALE!), goes for cca on the wrong day, forgets her keys so she has to sit at the playground waiting for her mum and brother to come home, has many many unglam pictures, never wins any competitions, is horrible at math, has a really messy room and is neither athletic nor musically inclined.
see the difference.
severe inferiority complex kicking in.
*digs hole and buries self six feet under, right beside social life*
meanwhile, nobody touch my poptarts and julie wafers.
i will be back for them.