And now there’s a voice inside my heart that’s got me
wondering, it kinda crept up and took me
by surprise, is I never saw it coming
The thing about love.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010 @ 6:11 PM

What's with blogskins.com nowadays,
the skins there are like so not-nice.
too bad i dont know how to create one,
if not i think i'll be the best blogskin creator.
hehe, i have alot of ideas, just that i dont know how ):

nothing much for school today,
learnt something new, thats Stock valuation.
hmms, just entering figures into the stock card
so it's not really hard, just that there are different methods.
don bought bubble tea and old chang kee frm J8 for lunch(:
was preparing for our test on monday for WFB class
it suddenly rained cats and dogs after school
went over block to smoke, and back home.

Yay, hopefully Mackenzie would be free for me coming sat,
long time since we headed out together, shopping?
he's getting his pay, and i'm getting mine too,
Jiarong suggested steamboat, but i dont like,
waste of money, cos i dont eat seafood ):
How about Japanese food guys? Hehe.

and ya, i hate it when people walk slowly on escalators,
it's so damn irratating, i'll narrow down to 3 groups of people
1. Bangalas
2. Girls (bimbos)
3. Old people *

i mean slowly as in it's the end of the escalator,
and you walk slowly and jamming everyone behind,
causing everyone behind to step on your shoes or slippers.
it's like a domino effect, and people blame the one in front,
but it all started frm the first person that walked slowly.
So unfair right.

1. Bangalas.
Usually i have to change from NE line to EW line at outram
cos i have to go over to Jurong to meet my bf.
there would alot of bangalas coming up from Little india, Farrer park etc
and transiting at outram, cos i reckon most of them live at boonlay, pioneer?
then they would be busy chit chatting with their brothers
or busy tapping on their phones, i dont know whats there to tap anyway
it's a bloody hell Nokia 8250, what's there to do except msging.
But is there a need to be tapping all the way from the time they board
until they alight. Or chatting loudly with their girlfriend or scandal on the phone.
kay, then they would walk very slowly after the escalators
jamming everyone behind, they are really selfish,
they could even stone on the right lane,
dont they know that right lane are for people to overtake?
maybe it's their first day in S'pore, but not every single bangala right?

2. Girls (bimbos)
Not that i bear a grudge towards bimbos, sometimes i am one
after their shopping trip at Vivo or town, they buy so many things
with their Bff or 'Sister' they would be standing beside each other
blocking people that wants to overtake.
Sometimes they think that they are so beautiful.
when people stare at them it's because they are blocking the way
but to me, i think in their mind, they think people think they are pretty
Lol, good imagination uh.
please man, if you dont want to be separated with your friend,
use the staircase, smrt didnt build the steps for nothing
couples are still okay, they stand in front and behind,
not blocking my way, so fine with me (:

3. Old people.
i know old people walk really slowly,
but the thing is they are standing on the right lane,
which is for overtaking, i mentioned this so many times,
they think that they are old, they own the escalator
they use the right lane and in the end jamming people behind
due to their really slow pace, i mean no offence, but,
sometimes old people should also use some of their old brain cells
'right is for fast people, i slow i better stand left.'
they should think that way right.
but NO! they still insist on standing on the right,
and walking slowly after that, causing people to step on my slippers ):

& smrt also announce every now and then,
.......... please use the lifts, so they can consider using lifts right.
But NO! they insist on escalators -.-
i really wanna know what these 3 grps of people are thinking.

Thats the end of my post, comments welcomed!
It's your problem if you are not happy with this.
Dont make your problem my problem. (: