So I'm CHEELEENG with these two Indian Indians and we're watching this Chinese singing show about CHINA's first girl super band or something (they sing old folk songs or something Idk) anyway, this one girl thought that it was a competition and every song had a different three girls and only realised her error after the other girl told her no, they're all the same three girls. Every song the girls had a different outfit so she thought they were different girls meaning that all it takes for her to assume the same Chinese girl is a different girl is to change her clothes. I just thought of her sitting in front of a dressing room helping a Chinese girl choose an outfit out of many and every time the girl changes and flips open the door to get approval it'll be someone new. It's like that stupid memory loss case in 50 First Dates. Just racial.
Good morning Monday, which is when I'm assuming Meera would be reading this. The two Indian girls are now watching another Chinese movie and one is translating for the other... This has to be the funniest thing I've seen all weekend. Now they're making up the words as they go. It's like Iron Chef only for some gay drama.
It's a Stephen Chow movie.
I hate that it's Monday tomorrow. I'm kinda thinking that I miss the long endless stream of Saturdays...
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