Doing the Whisper pose.
(i still don't see what the pose has got to do with its product)
My legs look disfigurexic. (disfigured+anorexia=cool shiet)
Her try.
Whisper should start a new campaign and hire us.
Me: Can you see my face?
Wy: Yeah!
Me: Okay! take picture take picture!
(Sometimes I seriously don't get myself.LOL)
Wenyan said my leg looked so long in this picture.
WELL NATURALLY.
She tried to copy me.
Had a hard time, then insulted me by saying I could do it so easily because I was a 'dancer'.
BAHS
THIS SHOULD NOT BE INSULTING but I will always find it insulting.
READY
SET
GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
until our arses hurt.
Strange things happen to a playground at night.
You meet kids who talks incessantly with a unplaced accent and who wouldn't give up his swing till after the 5th time he ask for the time.
Then while you are happily swinging your heart and arse out, you see a most phenomenal sight of papers and books scattered into the air which seem almost magical at night till a book almost hits you.
Aside from kids and papers,there are rats too!
Honey-stars loving rats.
You could hear their scrawny feet pitter-pattering after the honey stars we dropped and it was almost funny.
They understood the concept of personal space though, so it wasn't that bad.
Aside from all of that, I can confidently say that the playground is a safe haven for kids aged 17 and above.
=)
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