can you feel the love tonight"Eh, what game is this? Ohh... tennis. Oh, I majorly suck at tennis. WHY don't you have other more interesting games on your phone? Argh never mind. (pause) ... I'm LOSING! WHY? I'm telling you, that guy's cheating. I swear - it was in, not out. The umpire is bloody blind, that old man. AHA, fly ball! Take that, you loser! Told you I wasn't
that hopeless, I finally gained
a point. (snort at the background) I'm going to thrash him, just wait and see. (pause) Oh no, oh shit. Why are all his balls flying all over the place? Is he even allowed to do that? I knew he was a cheater. ... GAH, I LOST! Quit showing REPLAYS, you stupid phone, you don't have to bloody rub it in. Oh, my opponent was Rank E
, is that the best rank or something?
No wonder I lost. What kind of retarded game is this anyway?"
"It's not the game that's retarded, it's the player." (Lijia)
"She's talking to Lija's phone again. Scary." (Cheryl)
"Can you please stop playing? LEONIE?" (Gay)
"ARGHS you just made me miss a goal! Don't disturb me, I'm busy thrashing this guy."
This is what you get when you have a bored, rather deranged person waiting in one of the backstage rooms of Kallang Theatre with only her junior's phone to amuse her while waiting for to perform at 730 - one hour away.
PS. Much thanks for the lovely bracelet. (: