Excuse me, are you rich?

some people always say that i lead the life of a princess.
i dont think thats true at all.
its too exaggerated.
i'll say i lead the life of a queen!
haha. kidding.
i think that i'm middle class just like all you people. =D
middle class rules! (because i'm in it.)

"oh sure. you bought a $90 crumpler without any qualms at all eh?"
well, yeah. but, look at darence's emo spectacles!
the frames alone cost over a $100! (according to the cry of outrage by cori when darence unwittingly scammed some chinese books off the new teacher.)
frames. alone.
i really wonder, who the heck bothers to spend that kind of money on spectacle frames just so it can enhance the doot factor in them.
oh yeah, darence. =D (darence, if you're reading this, i'm joking!)
plus mel offered to buy me a mp3 player for my birthday.
not that i mind though... haha.

"you get $30 allowance per week!"
take a peep into the world of fanglynn's wallet and i guarantee you'll find a whole mass of BLUE and RED notes.
her wallet could even be known as the wallet of plenty. forget about the horn of plenty.
if that isnt enough evidence, just look at her phone. haha. (it so ROCKS!)

"wahhh. converse seh..."
once again, ladies and gentlemen, i bring your attention to darence's shoes again.
like, OMG!
who the heck spends close to a nuclear bomb on shoes and wears them to school?!
its like wiping your ass with a hundred dollar bill!
and if that isnt enough, today during band, the field was muddy and yadda yadda ick ick.
everyone was generally having a rollicking good time digging their shoes in the mud except for firza and imma.
why?
because their school shoes were from freaking converse! haha.
those two were seriously not happy campers then.

"landed property!"
compare miss chan fanglynn's house, no, bungalow to my house.
it looks like an outhouse next to hers. haha!

"wahhh! your own volleyball!"
mind you, it was HALF a volleyball.
the other half was a birthday present from evonne. HA!
anyway, look at the balls, SOCCER balls, ryan and gang kicks around.
i really cant fathom why people are so willing to spend over $60 on a soccer ball only to kick it around in the dirt.
oh shit, i'm turning girly.

so, you see, i'm just about as normal and average and middle-classy as the person next to me in the cup noodle queue.
you satisfied now?
well, good.
now, excuse me while i go dining at the Fullerton.
HAHA!
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oh yeah! pictures!

screwie broke its leg.thus, it screwed up.
proving that the charm doesnt work and everything about it is a big fat hoax.

the long road home after band.

with my faithful companions, junying (aka juju!)......and vann! (aka vuvu!)flash photography and video cameras not allowed, all autographs are to be bought at the exit, thank you. haha!
looks like cam whoring is the last thing on everybody's minds.

nope, no money on the ground.

actually, there is another picture which i could have taken.
it was this really funny pose a woman did while waiting at a red light, she leant her head on one hand on the open car window, with the other hand on the steering wheel.
wahh, super initial D lah.

vann: wahh! look at that woman! so hip la! like the jay chou in initial D!
me: eh sia la! hahaha!

but i didnt dare take her picture, fearing that she would suddenly jump out of the car, challenging me to a car race.
HAHA! riiight.