i love my zehzeh. she's so clever and she's so funny. and she's like no other and is prob half the reason why i'm as weird as i am. i came back with parents frm church and she was all slouched on the sofa. i sat on the chair beside her and then i realised she was still in her work clothes.

-eh zehzeh. why you never bathe yet? (yah, i'm an esl teacher cos my angmoh is dman power)

she turns to look at me and says with a straight face
-One of life's mysteries.
-ah?
-one of those questions tt will never be answered.


WTF. haha i love my zehzeh. last week we went to swensons cos mummy had some vouchers and when we were leaving after dinner, we walked past the looong queue of pple waiting for a table and zehzeh raised her arm, and moved her open hand at them and then towards the restaurant. she did this several times in the span of 10 secs, while audibly articulating: "deet.. deeet.. deet!"

-ah? wat you doing?
-'Diner Dash'. haha. (some retarded iphone game she's been addicted to)
-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAA.............

and the funniest part was she did it right in the pple's faces. and she looked so pleased with herself. fucking hilarious.