...with miss denilalalala han (well she made me put this. she said i cannot write her real name and she specifically asked for four "la"s)
but heck.. she's denise... pretty primary four girl... with boundless energy and the capability to drive me nuts...
denise: do you have a dog?
me: >< no... and denise... you asked me many times already.
denise: really? how many times?
me: erm... MANY times.
denise: how many?
me: erm... maybe six or seven.
denise: i think it's three or four.
lolz.. every week she asks me if i have a dog. i want to test her memory.
after tuition ended, we waited for her father, richard to come back. so we went to her garden to take a look at her goldfishes.
denise: can you count how many?
me: *counting*... there's seven.
denise: *points to one at the side*... that one's dying.
me: oh really.. why?
denise: because it's got cancer.
me: seriously?
denise: yeah.. look at the head. it's got head cancer.
me: >_< erm... that's the head.. but i don't think they have head cancer.
denise: yes they do... it's the fish head cancer.
oh my.... is it just me or does fish really have cancer?!
richard drove me to the mrt station... while denise sat beside me cuz they were going to popular bookstore.
richard: * to me* are you going home?
me: yeah.
denise: aren't you going out?
me: no...
richard: you're going out?
me: no... i'm going home.
denise: you said you were going out.
me: no i didn't.
denise: *to richard* teacher's not going out.
>_<
then richard asked how my sister was doing and all..
denise: your sister is sick?
me: yeah.
denise: so sick she has to go to hospital?
me: yeah~~
denise: what's she sick of?
me: erm... *wondering how to explain leukaemia*
denise: she's sick of fur?
me: HUH?
denise: sick of children?
me + richard: >_<
lolz.. i love this kid.
listening to: jones shi kang jun -- bian zhi
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