Friday, 13 April 2007 | 12:11 pm
Proof of...existance
Yay! I got my L's. I blacked out my details for the benefit of all those stalkers out there. If you really love/stalk me then you should know where i live. I also blacked out the year I was born, but that serves no important purpose, I just don't want everyone to know how old I am in 15 years. Thinking ahead! I'm one smart girl. You want any more proof I'm a clever cookie? I got 100% on the test!
Vic Roads has finally given me permission to drive recklessly and endanger lives! Just kidding. I'll probably end up driving the same speed a lao ren walks, then you can jump out without hurting yourself if my endless talking annoys you.
N.b - clicking to enlarge will not reveal any hidden detail (such as pimples, or my address. I just thought I'd save you the time and effort)
Proof that I'm a real person, not just a figment of your imagination
Speaking of old people, I had to catch the tram home from Kew because I stopped by the shop where my mum works. Hang on, I'm not saying my mum's colleagues are lao people (which they mostly are), I'll get to the point in a minute. I stopped by to try on some new school shoes so when school starts, I'm going to have super new, super comfy shoes! Go to active casual in Kew!
Anyway, I was on the tram, and there were a lot of old people. I was sitting up the front near the tram driver when an old man got on. I gave him my seat because he was looking kind of desperate to sit down but didn't want to walk down the tram while it was moving. Then I sat opposite another old man in a wheelchair. The guy wanted to get off at Burke St right? So he asked someone to push the disability button for him. When the tram stopped, the driver didn't let down the disability ramp even thought he opened the doors for people to get off! So I went and tried to talk to the tram driver and he waved me off. They have that tough plastic there to protect the driver, and I'm pretty sure it's soundproof. The poor old man just gave up. He started mumbling stuff under his breath, then I saw him press the disability button several times. By then, everyone was getting pretty pissed at the driver so I went and knocked on the glass and shouted a bit so he could hear me through the glass. He got up, opened the glass door and was all confused. By that time, we were too far from Burke St for the guy in the wheelchair to travel to so he had to go all the way to Box Hill. So unfair.
I'm not going on an insult spree here, but we need to take care of our elders. They were young once and I bet it pains them to not be able to run around and manage that large step from the ground onto the tram. Respect them lor! One day we will be old and frail, we will also need someone to take care of us. You don't even need to be Confucian (no I did not misspell confuSion) to have filial piety, even to elders who aren't related to us. It's the first virtue of Chinese people lah! WEI! Respect your elders, especially parents and ancestors!
Sorry if this has been too wordy for you. Actually, why am I apologizing...it's not really my fault you can't concentrate now is it?
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I'm sorry you can't concentrate. I will go stare at my goldfish now
With love,
Mel
Yay! I got my L's. I blacked out my details for the benefit of all those stalkers out there. If you really love/stalk me then you should know where i live. I also blacked out the year I was born, but that serves no important purpose, I just don't want everyone to know how old I am in 15 years. Thinking ahead! I'm one smart girl. You want any more proof I'm a clever cookie? I got 100% on the test!
Vic Roads has finally given me permission to drive recklessly and endanger lives! Just kidding. I'll probably end up driving the same speed a lao ren walks, then you can jump out without hurting yourself if my endless talking annoys you.
N.b - clicking to enlarge will not reveal any hidden detail (such as pimples, or my address. I just thought I'd save you the time and effort)
Vic Roads has finally given me permission to drive recklessly and endanger lives! Just kidding. I'll probably end up driving the same speed a lao ren walks, then you can jump out without hurting yourself if my endless talking annoys you.
N.b - clicking to enlarge will not reveal any hidden detail (such as pimples, or my address. I just thought I'd save you the time and effort)
Proof that I'm a real person, not just a figment of your imagination
Speaking of old people, I had to catch the tram home from Kew because I stopped by the shop where my mum works. Hang on, I'm not saying my mum's colleagues are lao people (which they mostly are), I'll get to the point in a minute. I stopped by to try on some new school shoes so when school starts, I'm going to have super new, super comfy shoes! Go to active casual in Kew!
Anyway, I was on the tram, and there were a lot of old people. I was sitting up the front near the tram driver when an old man got on. I gave him my seat because he was looking kind of desperate to sit down but didn't want to walk down the tram while it was moving. Then I sat opposite another old man in a wheelchair. The guy wanted to get off at Burke St right? So he asked someone to push the disability button for him. When the tram stopped, the driver didn't let down the disability ramp even thought he opened the doors for people to get off! So I went and tried to talk to the tram driver and he waved me off. They have that tough plastic there to protect the driver, and I'm pretty sure it's soundproof. The poor old man just gave up. He started mumbling stuff under his breath, then I saw him press the disability button several times. By then, everyone was getting pretty pissed at the driver so I went and knocked on the glass and shouted a bit so he could hear me through the glass. He got up, opened the glass door and was all confused. By that time, we were too far from Burke St for the guy in the wheelchair to travel to so he had to go all the way to Box Hill. So unfair.
I'm not going on an insult spree here, but we need to take care of our elders. They were young once and I bet it pains them to not be able to run around and manage that large step from the ground onto the tram. Respect them lor! One day we will be old and frail, we will also need someone to take care of us. You don't even need to be Confucian (no I did not misspell confuSion) to have filial piety, even to elders who aren't related to us. It's the first virtue of Chinese people lah! WEI! Respect your elders, especially parents and ancestors!
Sorry if this has been too wordy for you. Actually, why am I apologizing...it's not really my fault you can't concentrate now is it?
.
.
.
.
.
I'm sorry you can't concentrate. I will go stare at my goldfish now
With love,
Mel
Mel