Miss ConGeNiaLity's Chronicles

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Saturday, October 07, 2006

Life's Like That for Grace

We had cell last night at Charlotte's house again, muahaha. I was really quiet last night, though in me there was alot to contribute in the conversation. However, I chose to kept silent, because I was afraid I'd say something inappropriate and not related. So I just kept taking notes throughout the entire cell. Trying to be as serious as I can. Till it was time to go back home to our own habitats, haha. Alfred and I walk through the terribly hazed street to RedHill MRT, and rushed into the air-conditioned train as soon as it came. In the train, we talked about how some soft toys are satanic. Teletubies and pokemons are satanic. The fillings of the soft toys of teletubies are buddha beads, prayed over, etc. That's why people experience their teletubies moving at night, and singing those silly songs. After these eerie stuff, something on the train caught my eye. I saw a golden live beetle on the floor of the train near to an exit. There we kept observing that silly beetle, and I began talking to him about my experience with beetles and cockroaches; how one night after a meal of rambutans, I felt something like a rambutan on my arms, so i thought it was safe to leave it there! Till I felt it moving on my arm, and I grabbed it immediately and threw it out of my room. There was another night, I felt this funny insect on my legs, so I went to grabbed it and crushed it in my hands, then brought out to my dad at the dining table and threw it at his newspapers. Muahaha, then to realise it's a cockroach. haha. I know these are gross stories, but I did all of them. Wahaha. So when Alfred's about to get down at LakeSide Station, we lost track of where the beetle went. Haha. We kept scanning around the MRT, at the exit area to find thatttt beetleee. Muahaha. When it's LakeSide, Alfred said he really don't know where it went. However, just before I got down at my station BoonLay, which is one stop after his, I saw this golden thing on the rubbers of the exit area. There it was... Luckily, the train driver decided to change track, so I got down from the exit opposite to the beetle's exit. Muahaha.

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