I was getting terribly annoyed by a trio of teenage girls seating opposite me.
They were combing their pubescent-ly frazzled hair, patting their face with cakes of powdered foundation, looking in the mirror to check if every strand of their hair was in the appropriate location in the x,y,z dimension, all the "Wah I am so chio today" expression stuck on their faces.
I wasn't the only one observing them. So too were a middle-aged couple beside me.
I had enough of watching the live grooming documentary and hearing their endless chatter about "I think Samantha is chio." and other frivolousness of similar nature.
'No lah, she only put make up. Once she takes it off, she's not that chio.'
"Yah she's not that chio after all."
0_="" (eyeball rolling moment)
I took out a bunch of notes, trying not to eavesdrop on their conversation when I heard...
"Hey I like her hair."
"I like her fringe."
"I wish my hair was that long."
!!!!!
The train wasn't sardine-tight packed.
I was the only girl with a fringe and long hair.
To top that off, the lady standing in front of them unconsciously turned her head around. (She was obviously listening to them.)
*giggle*
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2 comments:
i like your long hair and fringe too.
hahahahahahahhahahahahaha
yeah, i can't stand the way the young ones talk these days. they slur their words and accentuate the singlish accent. Honestly, people should be speaking like you.
*beams*
Thanks for your compliment! Haha I think it's quite alright to speak colloquaily, but when it comes to writing essays, eek!
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