Saturday, 29 September 2007

Mirror, Indian Guy, Mirror...

I have this habit.

Everytime I see a mirror, I’ll either stroke my hair so that the baby hair won’t fly around but in vain or either I’ll go upclose and squash the hell lot of blackheads outta my nose. If you're around me, try to notice.
Oookayyy... One trivia about me bocored.



Remember I think I told some of you about the Indian guy I met at the hospital last year while jagaing my grandma?
The one who’s mother slept on the beside my grandma’s?
The guy who rode his motorbike to the hospital to look after her everyday?
The guy who talked to me and also temaned me through a night when I was on duty to look after my grandma?
The guy who boasted he represented his school for who knows what?
Yeah, that guy.
Remember him?
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Me neither. Not even how he looks like
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Chloe, sign..... Lookie here, a mirror! Heyyyyyy what't this black spot doin on my nose?
*poke*
Ow!
Painnnnnnnn!!!!
D':

3 comments:

Spongy_And_Bean_Fan said...

Awwwww......... look like somebody missed the 'indian stranger. Love at first sigh huh?

Anonymous said...

oh nonononono.....

i was thinking of my grandma den i teremembered the 'kehlehfeh'(background ppl) in the picture. So blog lor...

Imma gurl who dsnt beliv in love @ 1st sight. those are for little adults who think the world is made out of cotton candy.

heyyy... nice quote i created~

=D

chloe said...

oh the above is me. aiyok 4got 2 put my name pulak