love is spelt as A13A

oh my god, today and yesterday had both been happydays, all thanks to my lurrvely and joyful class, shit i am going to cry myself to sleep later thinking about you guys :(

the last day of school occurred yesterday, and sadly i have no original photos to expose here (due to death of said camera in previous entry), thus forcing me to resort to stealing from the class blog, although i will add my own captions, to hint of some non-plagarism. sigh. after school we traversed towards good ole bishan kfc for old time's sake, hoping to espy the famous pedophile and generally make a huge nuisiance of ourselves, recalling our good ole J1 days when we had historian's lunch every other friday there, wherin faith and vleda arm wrestled (or in faith's case, tentacle wrestled), and the former won only due to her mangling of vleda's arm with her jowls, and where we all tried to seduce the pedophile, and failed since he only had eyes for nash and junsheng, the former pretending to be afriad to raise his 'rape me im vulnerable' ratio, and the latter pretending to be nonchalantly hard to get, you sluts all you. argh i want to be eighteen forever, such that i dun need to take a levels but still have to come to school, but have no lessons (okay, maybe mr kwok once in a while) and just talk shit and gossip in our lovely classroom on the smelly green couch, forever and ever.

after history s, i pulled on my ridiculously tight but utterly sex jeans from topman, and the combined fleet of geog and hist s ppl with shang and izzy wandered towards marina bay at a ridiculously slow pace, characteristic of 13a, leaving faith js victor and jessie languishing in the most ulu mrt station on the planet, aside from expo and some might argue, tanah merah. digression here, i love my jeans, have been getting raving rave rave reviews from the likes of victor and js, and my sisters, which means finally i have purchased something that i think i will wear for eternity, i think, but then again that's what i always think whenever i buy something. i wore a cap, resulting in my hair becoming flat, which, incidentally, is a rather rare occurrence and can be charted using a poisson (or is it normal, OHH MY MATH) distribution,and everybody was just absolutely delighted at my flat hair, with manyan as usual, trying to touch it, which was, as usual again, slightly disturbing, but it's the last day of school, so there.

we reached the place and tried to find a place to eat, and solicitious man from chong pang food centre zoomed in on us and attempted to coerce us to eat at his abode. no way, old man, we exclaimed, before finally spying vleda and going off to some other place to eat, since aforementioned vleda had (apparently) booked a couple of tables for us. food was okay, but the place had a complete and total lack of ventilation, meaning that we breathed in lots of evaporated beef and pork vapours, along with carcinogenic carbon, and ended up all hot and sweaty and slimy and goo-like, but then again the air inside was far cleaner than the haze outside. woah the haze. it was really smelly and ashy and i am not going to make another pokemon joke, but as js and bridget have both mentioned, lent a romantic air (pun) to the entire surroundings, which made us happy and happy.

in the midst of digesting we headed out to the boardwalk and through the mist, leaving nash cooking for j&n and shang and izy, scaring each other with dun walk in threes and dun look back if someone taps you on the shoulder and is that a white figure and me trying to flick vleda's calf to tell her that there's a ghost/ cat thing following her, which resulted in her large-scale physical assault upon me, which must have required impossible strength that should not have been produced from a normal female body. we went to the misty place and i am not going to make another pokemon joke and sat down and performed silly songs like my heart will go on and oops i did it again and we did a medley of madonna and britney songs and i made a lot of lame but wholesome, crowd pleasing and funny jokes like hmm i think those ppl over there are asking eh did you check the calander now is seventh month or eighth month ah how come got ghostly sounds and got an insidiously bad sore throat. after that we walked back and screamed 'AHH THE HOST THE HOST THE HOST' in a futile attempt to scare random out-making couples, like candy and anthony, the latter of which (or maybe his friends) created a i love you candy using tea lights, which was very sweet and romantic, i espied a ring, but the mood was utterly killed by our the host the host and shhhhh and our giggling and walking past them many, many times. god, we are an externality, but the private benefits are bountless. bridget and js and faith especially, got very disturbingly crazae, with the first being more mad than i ever seen her be before, and js suddenly becoming hyper and alien-like and faith, well, just being faith. WOAH dyou know, b and f acted so cute and i am going to vomit.

13a bought a cake for me and manyan to celebrate (pronounced as che-la-brade) our belated birthdays, which was completly sweet and unexpected (the cake not my birthday, which was a disaster), which almost made me want to cry, which reminded me of how i had to organize my own birthdays every year, which reminded me of the cake 13a gave me during the humans party last year, which was sweet and surprising too, which reminded me of what someone did not do, which reminded me of what i did on said person's birthday, which reminded me of how much i love 13a, and what a sad, sorry fool ive been. there are far more important people and i must cherish them, stop clinging on to the unloved.

but going on.

to fulfill my long standing wish of walking to fullerton to use the toilet there, our entire class embarked on a journey into the unknown. befitting our need for unknowness, faith led the way. we walked and talked and laughed and screamed and cried all along marina city park, until we met a dead end (woah i almost typed friend instead of end, v freaky right) under the ECP, which echoed greatly scenes from the host, it was vvv dark and scary, causing various girls like bridget and aysuria and some guys like vleda to scream and shriek in terror, prompting us to take a road not taken and we ended up hiking at least 50 miles to the bus stop 600m from the steamboat place, which is quite a feat, but then again we are arts students with no sense of direction and it was too hazy to use the stars for bearing, and the sun had set so we din know where east was.

somehow that sounded vaguely poetical, but nevermind. so we took 400 back to mb mrt and went home smoky, wet tired hot smelly but very, very, very happy :D

met eq at the gym today, and they have new machines, which is a thing to be happy about :DD then had heart to heart convo with said gym mate, which was v interesting and nice. went to orchard to mug later alone with much, if not total, futility, and js was three hours late in meeting me due to him sleeping on the bus and waking up in malaysia or something then having to cab down to orchard. i mugged feebly at the wheelock bk, which was really arctic, but made far worse by the bimbos at the next table, seriously they are epitomical bimbos, the textbook defnition. they were like, doing some math or something, and they like, were totally annoying? i mean like one of them was like, hey i like dun get probability at all? and the other one was like hey you see, remember the question about the bag with like five balls (js, please, not those kind can) in it and three of them are red and the guy has to like take the balls out? yeah its like the same here, just that this time the guy is like not taking any balls out but hitting some like shuttlecock thing? and like out of the five times he like hits the shuttlecock thing he scores a point like three times? and so the chances of him scoring two points in a row is like three out of five times three out of five times? and the other bimbo was like (said in utterly smug tone) right, darling. but the answer here is nine over twenty five, and three over five times three over five is like NOT, nine over twenty five. and the two of them pause for a while and take out their pink calculators and tapped in some numbers, when the smarter bimbo was like yeah, it is like nine over twenty five, and the other one was like how do you get it, i keep getting fourteen or something. very, very annoying, and latter bimbo was organizing a party at clarke quay to raise funds for herself to buy something -_- woah omg please.

we met victor and went on mini food tour at wisma! haha omg, dim sum and nonya food and dessert, absolutely sex. food solves everything, are you jealous now aysuria and bridget. omg, the har kow and the fried squid ahahahaahahhhhhhhhhh. after which we strolled around in the malls, avoiding the haze like the plague while training me to spot gays, and, must say, i am getting pretty darn good at this, to the extent that every other couple of males i point out v and js will go ding ding ding affirming my suspicion that said couple are homo. hah. the trick is to point out every single group of males that wear things which are relatively tight and carry bright, neon tote bags, and it's a sure hit most of the time, cos almost everybody at orchard carries those things around now.

on his way home, victor encountered dear ole miss chen and her friends on the bus, leading to much awkwardness. poor victor.

so that is all for now, photos are tiring to install, and my contacts are peeling off.

reeeeeeeeeech