victor's house

hullo, we are now at victor's house rotting but at least its fun rotting not like the boring, picking-lint-off-belly-button-while-watching-nigella-which-isn't-showing-when-i-want-it-to-show type of rotting, we are reading poems, which is very nice and literary and i feel like i can read carolm ann duffy forever, the woman is good and i want to kill her she is so, good, and victor is taking a bath in his joined bathroom, that luxurious bitch, and cheng chai is lying on his stomach reading more poetry.

and js is, as usual, snorting around, but let us not go into deep discussions about that.

sarah's belated birthday bash thing occurred today, but i had to 1. cut my hair 2. meet teck heng with regards to gym, which, incidentally, is reaching its full potential ala i am getting sick of it and feel like taking protein BUT rest assured i will not succumb 3. go kboxing 4. meet victors and js and go to victor's house 5. go to sarah's thing (no not that you ughs) 6. drink at holland v 7. sleepover at victor's house, so i will have to describe things one by one.

my mother, hearing that i have to go to a party tonight but meet teck in half an hour, cuts my hair in fifteen minutes, and i must say, it is not bad, even quite nice, not my usual type but according to js, makes me look, quote 'manly', which must not be a bad thing i guess? then. went to the usual gym with teck heng, who left to go home to go to orchard to cut his hair with chere (not the do you believe in life after love, if he cut his hair with her he would be dead with joy by now i think) and the hair, incidentally is waaaay different from what we have come to expect from teck heng, but it is, nice.

i am putting in a gratuitous paragraph break here (incidentally, gratuitous is my new favorite word of the week or two weeks or more) so that i does not tire mine eyes when i read this. kbox, was fun, but not as fun as the bridget-leeying-js time, but was still fun, it occurred to me that today was the first time i heard jun yuan (the one with the N, all you bitches) and ivan really sing, and must say, ivan sings quite well. oh the things i leave out, but i will leave out what i choose to leave out. but i must say that he harmonizes v well :D teck our euphemisms. as usual, chow dominated the room with songs that were approx. 5-6 octaves higher than the three of SHE combined which means that nobody could sing them but seriously he can sing this type of songs, seriously, and tan long TAN LONG OH MUGOD PLEASE TONE DOWN THIS IS A SERIOUS PLEA HAHA TONE DOWN T O N E D O W N P L E A S E . haha ohmugod you must see/hear/smell what he was doing in the room, it is really vv funny woah he is mad leh bridget if you are reading this i think your entire clique has a challenger.

this post is extremely long.

junsheng was met at about six thirty, where he showed me a muji jacket which finally fits, congratulations, js. it is really quite nice, all you have to do now is to buy it. victor's house is v nice, and we spent five-six years preparing to go for sarah's party, which initially felt, to me, like a mini-prom. sarah was fabulous haha starlet starlet starlet harlo- nothing. haha.

we went for a drink, and DO NOT, NEVER GO TO ESKI BAR, THEY HAVE ARCANE HOUSE RULES WHICH NOBODY HEARS OF LIKE 'OH SORRY WE HAVE TO CHARGE YOU 50% EXTRA CAUSE YOU ARE WEARING GREEN UNDERWEAR OHH ITS A HOUSE RULE WE JUST CREATED IT' i mean please lah if you want to have house rules, write the rules somewhere in your house can. UGHGGHGHUIGHUHGUH.

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