facebook storyline
there's this application in facebook called "storyline", which is basically a story continuation thingy...
so anyway, i was invited by this chic to join her story halfway...take a wild guess when my continuation to the story started:
(i'll give you a little hint by colour-coding the different authors)
The strands kept slipping through her fingers as she tried to sweep them. The fuschia elastic band was stretched and poised to make that few quick rounds about her hair but she was not happy with the ponytail. Too many loose strands at the nape of her neck. Her arms ached from being held up for so long while trying to tie the ponytail. She was runnning late and with an impatient wring of the tap, she wet her palms and pat the top of her head. That will do for now.
Out she ran of the apartment into the sticky humidity that was characteristic of the place she called home. As she walked briskly to the bus stop, she could feel beads of sweat starting to form under her chin. "Great," she muttered to herself, "just what I need to match my sloppy hair." Reaching into her bag for a wet wipe, she heard a familiar sound.
"Buuop!" She heard it before she felt it. A small yet substantial amount of gas was released from its unconscious creator. Feeling slightly embarrassed but at the same time strangely satisfied, she did the obligatory visual and olfactory checks with a quick glance and a short sniff. "Good, no smell." she giggled at herself. Reassured of her anonymity, she began to wipe herself dry.
The bustle of the midday traffic was at its peak with cars inching bumper to bumper toward the incomprehesible attraction of the "Sale Worth Waiting For". Impatient and suffocating under the blistering heat at the bus stop, she wondered if her bus, a mere ten metres away would ever manage to crawl miraculous towards her. She stared hard at it, with absolute concentration at the red-bold numerals "65", willing the bus to move. Tt was then that something caught the corner of her eye.
It was shiny; and it sparkled in the heat of the blistering sun. For a moment, she wondered if she was feeling ill and took a moment to recover. It moved closer. She followed the glimmer up a pair of slender, waxed legs that would make any man drool. Perched at the top of an almost perfect body was a face that looked almost incredibly simple. She glanced down at the impossibly gorgeous pedders again. "No way!" she thought.
Perched on top of each shoe was a faux diamante the size of a grape. The shoe itself was purple patent leather rimmed with black lace. Anybody else would have found the pair of heels gawdy and distasteful but it suited Gek Huay's style perfectly. The bus engine coughed out a cloud of exhaust before jerking to a halt in front of the bus stop. Gek Huay could not give up the chance to ask the woman where she had bought the shoe.
"Where did you buy that shoe?! So nice!" the woman exclaimed, causing a confused looking Gek Huay to look up.
"This pair of shoes? I made them myself. You like them?"
"yes..." the woman purred. she reached to feel the exquisite material on the...
"no touching, bitch!" exclaimed gek huay, releasing another string of accoustic percussion from her hindquarters in the process.
flustered by this outburst, the purple shoed lady drew back and shouted, "i titoudao you!"
gek huay was pissed off: "i knew i've seen those legs before!" she cried out and grabbed the woman's hair. as the wig came off, everyone at the busstop stopped and exclaimed in unison:
"CHUA EN LAI?!"
"I am not ! All of you are mistaken!" the purple shoed woman, now man, exclaimed while shielding his face with the handbag that all until now, had been pinned under his arms. Several of the bystanders were now stooping to get a better look at the man's face and Gek Huay almost pitied the man for putting him in such a spot. Just as the man was about to crumble under the curious stares of the crowd, a svelte woman with long tresses pushed through the onlookers and shielded the man with her body.
the crowd exclaimed yet again in one voice:
"PARIS HILTON!?!"
"yeah, that's my name...don't wear it out." *paris puts arm around chua en lai*
the crowd started to whisper amongst themselves...
"wow...she's actually wearing a bra..."
"sheesh, i know that every fashionable woman has to have a gay best friend...but come on...him?!"
"chua en lai is gay?!"
"no shit sherlock."
"come on, let's get outta here" paris said to her accessory...and promptly got onto bus number 65...
and that's it. hmmm...i'm thinking that i either grossed them all out already, or nobody has a sense of humour anymore, cuz there hasn't been a continuation for 2 days already. haha.
i haven't had any ideas of where or how to start my own story as yet...anyone wanna help? =D
the story continues...cheers. =)
so anyway, i was invited by this chic to join her story halfway...take a wild guess when my continuation to the story started:
(i'll give you a little hint by colour-coding the different authors)
The strands kept slipping through her fingers as she tried to sweep them. The fuschia elastic band was stretched and poised to make that few quick rounds about her hair but she was not happy with the ponytail. Too many loose strands at the nape of her neck. Her arms ached from being held up for so long while trying to tie the ponytail. She was runnning late and with an impatient wring of the tap, she wet her palms and pat the top of her head. That will do for now.
Out she ran of the apartment into the sticky humidity that was characteristic of the place she called home. As she walked briskly to the bus stop, she could feel beads of sweat starting to form under her chin. "Great," she muttered to herself, "just what I need to match my sloppy hair." Reaching into her bag for a wet wipe, she heard a familiar sound.
"Buuop!" She heard it before she felt it. A small yet substantial amount of gas was released from its unconscious creator. Feeling slightly embarrassed but at the same time strangely satisfied, she did the obligatory visual and olfactory checks with a quick glance and a short sniff. "Good, no smell." she giggled at herself. Reassured of her anonymity, she began to wipe herself dry.
The bustle of the midday traffic was at its peak with cars inching bumper to bumper toward the incomprehesible attraction of the "Sale Worth Waiting For". Impatient and suffocating under the blistering heat at the bus stop, she wondered if her bus, a mere ten metres away would ever manage to crawl miraculous towards her. She stared hard at it, with absolute concentration at the red-bold numerals "65", willing the bus to move. Tt was then that something caught the corner of her eye.
It was shiny; and it sparkled in the heat of the blistering sun. For a moment, she wondered if she was feeling ill and took a moment to recover. It moved closer. She followed the glimmer up a pair of slender, waxed legs that would make any man drool. Perched at the top of an almost perfect body was a face that looked almost incredibly simple. She glanced down at the impossibly gorgeous pedders again. "No way!" she thought.
Perched on top of each shoe was a faux diamante the size of a grape. The shoe itself was purple patent leather rimmed with black lace. Anybody else would have found the pair of heels gawdy and distasteful but it suited Gek Huay's style perfectly. The bus engine coughed out a cloud of exhaust before jerking to a halt in front of the bus stop. Gek Huay could not give up the chance to ask the woman where she had bought the shoe.
"Where did you buy that shoe?! So nice!" the woman exclaimed, causing a confused looking Gek Huay to look up.
"This pair of shoes? I made them myself. You like them?"
"yes..." the woman purred. she reached to feel the exquisite material on the...
"no touching, bitch!" exclaimed gek huay, releasing another string of accoustic percussion from her hindquarters in the process.
flustered by this outburst, the purple shoed lady drew back and shouted, "i titoudao you!"
gek huay was pissed off: "i knew i've seen those legs before!" she cried out and grabbed the woman's hair. as the wig came off, everyone at the busstop stopped and exclaimed in unison:
"CHUA EN LAI?!"
"I am not ! All of you are mistaken!" the purple shoed woman, now man, exclaimed while shielding his face with the handbag that all until now, had been pinned under his arms. Several of the bystanders were now stooping to get a better look at the man's face and Gek Huay almost pitied the man for putting him in such a spot. Just as the man was about to crumble under the curious stares of the crowd, a svelte woman with long tresses pushed through the onlookers and shielded the man with her body.
the crowd exclaimed yet again in one voice:
"PARIS HILTON!?!"
"yeah, that's my name...don't wear it out." *paris puts arm around chua en lai*
the crowd started to whisper amongst themselves...
"wow...she's actually wearing a bra..."
"sheesh, i know that every fashionable woman has to have a gay best friend...but come on...him?!"
"chua en lai is gay?!"
"no shit sherlock."
"come on, let's get outta here" paris said to her accessory...and promptly got onto bus number 65...
and that's it. hmmm...i'm thinking that i either grossed them all out already, or nobody has a sense of humour anymore, cuz there hasn't been a continuation for 2 days already. haha.
i haven't had any ideas of where or how to start my own story as yet...anyone wanna help? =D
the story continues...cheers. =)
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