while i was happily rotting at home on a fri day nite...still absorbing the happy fact dat i'm finally out of the dreadful hell of place called khatib camp...i get a phone call...a num dat ain't recognised...
"Hello?"
"Hi Joanna! This is Alan, from last week at St James..remember?"
"no..."
"are you having sore throat? you sound different!"
"maybe dats cuz i'm not Joanna?"
"huh?"
"yes.........wrong number......"
*click* engaged tone............
sooooooo typical of men rite? lucky i'm not so much of a sweet talker or thick-skinned player wannabe...if not i think i would have ended up in his situation as well...getting numbers from gals when it aint theirs at all...who suffer? people like mi...number kanna given to some guy also dunno (why cant it be given to a girl instead???) :P
on another note...last nite...i planned to open my Johnnie Walker at St James as it was onli going to be valid til nxt week...so i thought my close buddies from camp would have been nice...but heaven smiled on mi!
first my sec sch fren asked where to go tonite...and i told her where i was going...next moment i know...i was on my way to pick her up...
then Crystal aka "Mother" asks wats the age limit at St James...next moment i know...i'm looking for her and her fren in Powerhouse...pls tell mi heaven is pampering mi! and i tell u...sooooooooo long no see them le...all of them now beauty queen liao...REALLI!!!
"my johnnie walker ain't finished yet...any takers?"
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