when your sister is a bimbo...

at the dinner table with my sister:

sister: "oh you know today, there was like, this brother bringing his little kid brother up the bus and the younger one exclaimed "today angela dropped her tooth in class!!". then the brother said, "before or after recess?". the little boy said, "during English class." to which the brother said, "so before la." so cute right! hahaha..."

me: "haha how old is the big brother?"

"around my age ah."

"so old ahhhh!!! could be the father leh."

"actually i don't think it's the brother."

you know how when someone relates to you a story and you visualise all the elements of the story as best as you can to picture what happened then. well suddenly there was chaos in my imagination bubble. i stare at my sister.
we burst out laughing like hyenas.

me: "must be the son laa!!"

sister: "no leh, the father looks very young."

we stare at each other again. then laughed our heads off. hilarious. my mum was shouting from the room "DON'T CHOKE AH!!!!!"

that's my erjie for you.

my lappie's dying.

people, i'm in radio fusion. i don't know how i got here, not only DJing but doing behind the scenes stuff with mah man frizzy and da lady shallyn. oh my. WE WILL SURVIVE.

we will.

we took a personality test for interpersonal comm tutorial today, and i'm a 'peaceful phlegmatic'.
col is one too, and she concluded it's cos we have too much phlegm.

i believe she hadnt enough sleep.

anyway, so we were supposed to be "the introvert, the watcher, the pessimist".
so moral of the story is this: we have to be optimistic.

cos being optimistic makes the world go round.

yeah!