He: *walking along Arts corridor, and notices pictures of young men and women pasted on the railings* EH.
She: *stops to look as well*
He: what's this... *eyes narrow at the sight of another "pageant" thing where people have to vote for their favourite, like the failed Singapore Idol isn't enough*
She: oh these are the pageant winners from each Fac.
He: ah I see. *scans through rest of the pictures*
She: *follows behind, disgusted at the "black" looking goth people*
He: *stops abruptly* EH this girl wear her tube so low! can see ______ already.
She: OMG they could have at least Photoshopped in a cleavage for her la.
He: walau she wear until so low some more. *walks away after mentally digesting her canvas-like chest*
She: ya I can write my entire life story there la...
(brief silence)
She: OMG I JUST MADE A JOKE.
He: HAHAHA that is FORNEEEE! *secretly rolls eyes*
You did well Naomi! Don't give up your dream!
Later I went to gym with Krupa. He found it unproductive. I can barely lift my arms. I think army is going to do wonders for me. I won't go in Spartan and come out a god, but hopefully I'll come out a Spartan then.