So, $18 (per shirt) X 37 (pcs) = $666.
So wow right.
Having $666 in your bag, covered very discreetly in two envelopes, is definitely shiok. Counting of seemingly endless stacks of $2, $5, $10 notes is definitely beyond riches. Makes me feel extra rich.
Neeways.. I’ve collected the tees already. Will distribute them tomorrow. So-must-turn-up!
And! I’m super angry with Mr Masley. Wth!! Who is he to jam up the whole checkpoint can! And I, your very very physically tired already lao ban niang, had to lug this whole bag of tees from the reservoir near our school all the way back to my house (which is at near the Woodlands Centre). Yes you might be thinking how a bag of 37 pieces of cotton is heavy to any extent, (and you may really it’s not very far away on land) but I tell you that it IS very heavy and it IS very far to travel on foot. It’s okay if ‘he’ jams up the checkpoint all the time, but today it is just not very nice of him lor. Bad will befall you, Mr Masley.
Nevermind lah. I’m not dead yet. grr..
I is rocks.
Everyone so pointed fingers at me to lead the singing of the very very very patriotic Majulah Singapura with the Shanghai assembly. And the best reason on the planet: because you take the pledge what!! Ohwell.. Ha! I’m gonna make Singapore proud proud proud. This is in the spirit of Chan-mali-chan.
Bananas, Split, Pecans,
And all the love along in the beautiful side of the universe
Wonder-chan-mali-chanchanchan.
P/s: Ooooo cher, I’m not really famous leh. No one yet recognises me on the train :P
Filed under: a walk in my stilettos
I practically cried yesterday when I saw the news..
Very very cliché but how lucky is lucky for kids over here.. For example the kids in Myanmar. I can only tell you that it’s very heart-wrenching to see kids younger than us pushing and running, falling, tripping and crying but yet picking themselves up again.. just holding on to the every glimpse of hope for survival, grabbing dry-ration thrown from a truck. Cannot imagine if its myself in their shoes. :( Like really. You have to really see people dying off slowly because help is very very slow, yet you have to struggle to hope that you get to live on too.. Thinking about it makes me very much guilty. Definitely many things to reflect on upon.
I feel very selfish.
I pray for everything to turn out better for the victims and their families in time to come.. God bless.
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
‘Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
