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Why don't you be the artist and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Monday, May 5, 2008
Okay, one of the freakiest things happened... Well, I had alot of SMS-es about urgent meetings and all for Talentime, so, yeah, obviously I had to attend... Well, we got some things straightened out, and imagine, someone wanted to do HSM2's "All For One"... I, for one, think HSM2 is GAY... Seriously...
Yeah, after that me, Sangee and Pearlyn went for dinner nearby, and this drunk dude starts talking to us in Mandarin, and me and Sangee were real blur, 'cause we couldn't understand a word he said. Well, thanks to Pearlyn, at least he wasn't insulting us. Anyway, he tried to like, "predict our future". So yeah, Pearlyn was supposedly going to be a movie star, Sangee, a doctor, and I, a teacher... Then, there're these two Indian guys at the next table, and they're like, either staring at us, or laughing at us... '=.=
Weird... And the thing is, I couldn't answer him, nor could I understand what he said, but somehow, he just kept talking and talking and talking, and poor Pearlyn in the end couldn't finish her food 'cause she was too busy translating for us... Also, we were dying to leave, so, yeah... I'll buy her dinner next time round... :)
But, yeah, it's just so freaky. Suddenly some guy with an empty beer bottle and a full mug of beer tells us he's not drunk and he's not lying to us about our "future" career... Personally, I don't believe him, obviously, 'cause only God knows what I'll be next time. And I trust my fate in God's hands. I'm not gonna listen to some drunkard tell me what I'm gonna be. But at least he didn't try to like, y'know, take advantage...
TALENTIME THIS SATURDAY! MUST PRACTICE!
the origin.9:28 PM
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