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Monday, September 13, 2004

things that you probably dont know about me III

Yours truely became the talk of TPJC way back in1999 when i was hit by a yellow City Cab while jay walking in front of the school.

The school, led by a certain Ryan Chng, observed a minute of silence in memory for their perished comrade.

But i had to dashed their hopes of getting a day off for bereavement when i survived the accident with nary a bone broken lest a few cuts and bruises.

ps: Went for a garang guni session at boon lay estate to raise funds for AIWA elderly home. Shall briefly summarise the whole affair below.

The Good: Kind residents who donated alot of clothings and newspapers to us. There were a few who even went through the efforts to prepare signs and notices to remind the garang gunis not to touch the stuffs. Some even treated some of our members to residents, although i received none..Damn!

The Bad: Being hounded by fierce doggies, ignored by residents and perpetually smelling the digusting boon lay cocoa tinged air.

The Ugly: Seeing an indonesian maid ran into her room and hid when she saw me pressing the door bell.

posted by Stormtrooper's Lackey at 11:45 AM

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