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Saturday, April 15, 2006


hey elliot here.. i'll just rant on sindhu's appaling attitude towards us at the airport today

ok at 255, me jolie and vincent were waiting at the belt 18 and for some unknown reason the choir just took super long to come out... and when they did, dumb sindhu just gave us a smile and acted cool... i bet if vincent didnt call her name loudly she'll just walk away lah... and whe wasnt even willing to hug us... sigh.. she was like "i'm sorry i can hug or thrust u" i wonder what italy did to her...

ok now its time for jolie to continue from here



JOLIE GRUNTS:
just for sindhu, i made my friends come all the way to changi airport to have our lunch. and den, we waited from 255 all the way til 345. every second, tiptoeing, straining our necks to see if they're out.

like elliot said, when our dearest guestofhonour came out, she hardly glanced our way, pretending that we weren't there! and when she finally came over, there wasn't any "thanks for coming" or "i'm so touched". just a "i bought pasta for u all. penis-shaped". coming all the way, cutting my lunch short and after like 10 days of detailed post-it reports on every single thing we did in school (including gossips) all we get are penis-shaped pasta! not even a hug. ):

after the somewhat 50 min wait, she hardly stayed to talk for 3 mins and left. not home, we discovered later, but to her choirmates! so later me, vincent n elliot went up one by one to her and den did a "hrmph!" in her face, whilst doing a 180degrees turn on our heels and left.

boobies, u've changed shape. are u using the wrong bra? no underwire? what's wrong.

okay, vincent's turn..



vincent is AOL



And Now, Sindhu Shall Defend Herself

Firstly, I soooo did not act holier-than-thou. When I saw your faces (actually, I saw Jolie first, so that says alot about how tall you are, Elliot), I was like soooo excited and I was squealing to my friend: "OMG MY CLASSMATES ARE LIKE HERE SO SWEEEEET!!!!!" And then we got held up inside and finally when we came out... I wheeled over to talk to you guys and my mom came. Eek. So I told her, okay, hold on, LET ME TALK TO MY FRIENDS. And I was like, HI!!! And y'all wanted to gimme me a hug so I said, OKAY, but then y'all said my mom is there so I was like, FINE. DON'T GIMME A HUG THEN. And y'all didn't.

Sorry for not falling down on my knees and paying homage to you. :P And I was so excited about the penis-shaped pasta, okay??? I just couldn't find boob-shaped pasta. GRR. Ah well... y'all are idiots for making me sound like the MEANEST GIRL EVA. NOW I AM SADDED. HURTED. DISAPPOINTEDED.

And, by the way, we were supposed to assemble at the side for some choir thing, and we were WAITING for the rest to assemble.

Can't wait to see y'all. :) Even though y'all are so. super. mean.

NUTS never stand alone,
we come in a packet
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