Whilst on camp (which was 90% boring and 10% exhilerating as is with anything organised by the school), I noticed how crap I am at making small talk, and I envy those who do it naturally all the time, especially fellow girls. It's like they always have something to say and are never cbfed to talk even if they're bored and tired out of their wits.

An extreme example is Mevandi. Yaayaaayaaaaa, it all keeps coming, the "how was your weekend", the "how are you enjoying yourself now", the "you did very well!", the politeness which never ends. How does she do it? It's like my mum at a dinner with business associates or something. And Shirely, who I swear speaks faster than that fat person from Just a Song about Ping Pong.

Is this post sounding wierd? I suppose it does, considering that I have spent most of my day reading various articles in Dicky's sister's Marie Claire (which I look after like a baby since I don't want to blemish its flawlessness=)

A few nice people.

Angela (Tom), Lynette (Jerry), Emma (Bob), Eugenia (Pat), Anna (Fred) and Betty (George)

Love / Love / Love
Jonathan Chan • Jimmy Huang • Trang Nguyen • S&U • Eric Sekyere •


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