Get your freak on!

I went to Orchard hotel's subway to study physics. (we DID study after the bitching discussion session) As i was waiting for chryssa to walk from her house, i was happily (albeit abit autisticly) pasting stickers on my diary and they had to be perfectly placed, not too far from each other and not over lapping....... (OCD alert! OCD alert!) The college guys seated at the next table were conversing in pronounced English accents and talking about Intelligent (weird loser) topics. I decided to block them out cause they weren't hot (add them: nerds@gmail.com.uk) and focus on the tedious task of pasting stickers (Difficulty level : 120/5)

1 hour later,

Nerds start packing up. Before they left, one of them snatched my taka bag which had accidentally fallen to the ground and slammed it onto an empty chair  (WTF?!?!?).

1/2 an hour later,

Slim shadies are back, back again!The Mean Snatcher comes over to us.

M.S: "Can I borrow a pen please?"

Valerie: "Oh sure!"

Chryssa hands over a pen

1/2 and hour later, we pack our things and begin to leave

M.S: "Here's the pen."

We take it and start to walk away

M.S's bespectacled chinese friend: "Thanks for the pen! By the way, what's your number?" (No link???)

I turn around and give him the "Did you just say what i think you just said" look.

The nerd starts giggling (yes, giggling) in his gay little way and starts telling M.S : "Hey, ask them for their number man! Go on..."

Chryssa was oblivious to the whole situation and was quite annoyed that i was saying "LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO" under my breath and practically running to the exit sign.

And then i told her....she screamed: "OH.MY.SON.OF.A.GUN."

 After much "OMG"-ing and turning in sheer fear at the sound of running footsteps

Chryssa: "Are they blind? Can't they see what i'm wearing?" Points at her pyjamas (Chryssa lives in orchard so she thinks the whole of orchard is her house)

Conclusion of the Day