Oy (say the "O" a little longer)

Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum. The real day of Sports was today.
All the Tigers BD were sweltering in those stupid bottle-cap sweaters under the excruciatingly HOT sun - the indignation of it all.

When our FINAL March of the Tigers, year 07 ended, we just tried to hide under all those parents' umbrella shades =P
Unfortunately, the parents kept moving to their kids.

My dear diplomat left me, leaving me to the clutches of the Tiger Guys. We were all fidgeting around, an attempt to cool ourselves down (in VAIN).
We didn't know whether we were allowed to get outta our costumes or not. After 5 mins or so, I just announced that I'll take off that darn sweater anyway.

As I took it off, I was still fanning myself & the heat still wouldn't go away. & guess what? The Oy (check the title) suggested that I could take off my shirt too =.=

A message to the Buckety Butterfly : How in the WORLD could you handle that kind of remark??? Geesh! All guys' hormones are messed up, I swear.

Everyone followed & their reactions were the same as mine - still panting like dogs.
Then, Philip asked someone to hold his sweater. Wanna know WHY?

He wanted to take off his shirt.

Seriously. His brother is the CAPTAIN =.= What influence does that guy have around his siblings, I ask??

& then, I just gaped at him bcoz... That didnt't sound like PHILIP. That sounded more of...

Well, Brian.

& you know what that guy did next? He caught me gaping & he just said, "Ehi! Why're you looking?"

Since when've he become so the perasan??
Oh wait. Nvm.



Another incident which was highlighted:

I was standing next to this empty table, looking occupied with my blank staring-into-space when this old Chinese woman next to my table called me ("Eh, girl! Girl!")

She looked innocent - typical old lady look. Fading-coloured blouse, short white hair & wrinkles tugging at her face.

"Eh, girl! Girl! Go clean dis table ah!" she said to me & it took me a while to get the scenario sinking into my brain.

She thought I was a waitress. GEESH. I'd understand if I was wearing all black & white but I was wearing SPORTS attire. That's no waiter apparallel!

My dad couldn't stop laughing, my mom couldn't stop getting offended on my behalf - me, a waitress. Hmmph!

But STILL. I am NO waitress!


I never did like that woman anyway =.=