remember the boy who shot at a bird and killed it?
one day, he came up suddenly and kissed my sis on the elbow.
my sis shouted at him, "what are you trying to do?!"
he replied, 'teacher, you smelled like a strawberry. when you walked past, i cant help but kissed you."
lousy pickup line but boy, he does have the potential.
...
one day, the same boy tell my sis.
"teacher, i dont like you to teach me."
"why?"
"you have long hair and i dont like long haired teachers."
"is it? why dont i get miss x to teach you then? she has short hair, " my sis humored him.
"i dont like miss x too. she wears spectacles."
"hmm...why dont i get miss y to teach you? short hair and not wearing spectacles."
"nope, i dont like her too."
"why?"
"she dont have spiky nose."
"..."
Are you vicariously living through me in the hope that my accomplishments will validate your mediocre life and in some way compensate for all of the opportnunities you botched?
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
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