My sis's fencing friend said that I'm ugly.
Last last week, I was taking a afternoon nap when my daddy called. He ordered me to drive my sis down to Singapore Sports School. So I woke up grouchy and all, grabbed my stuff, didn't bother to da3 ban4 da3 ban4, and left the house. When we reached Sports School, I got out of the car to help my sis unload her ridiculously big bag of fencing stuff. Apparently her fencing friends were all there already 'cos we were abit late.
Today, my sis came home from her intensive training camp and told me that her friend said that I'm ugly. This friend here is a guy who is apparently handsome, rich, a national fencer, drives a Chevrolet Aveo hatchback his mum bought him, and is waiting to enter university.
I bet the conversation between him and my sis goes something like this.
Him: *zoot zoot* wah you bery chio leh.
Sis: no lah. *shy shy*
Him: but hor why your blarda (brother) so ugly one wor.
So much for being nice to ferry my sis.
While I'm on the topic of ferrying, I've gained massive disapproval from ryN*'s parents (particularly her daddy) for letting her take a bus from my house to the MRT station.
If I could, I would have told them that God gave guys two legs. One to step on the clutch. The other for the brake and accelerator. God also gave gals two legs. God did not forget to give ryN* two nice legs. (I wish I could've said two nice long legs =P) The only difference is that even with her two blessed legs, ryN* is too lazy to go learn driving. I would've gladly given her the car key to drive home by herself 'cos her house is very far from mine.
Sigh. You ferry someone around for thousand over kilometres. And it is only for the 4km that you didn't ferry that people remember you for.
