Saturday, August 30, 2008

"
[MPL]
Me - Ting Fong, what are you doing [to Chun Yong's phone]?
Ting Fong - Errr... Trying to find out where the sound comes out from?
Me - ...Try the speaker?
Ting Fong - No leh, it's from the front.
Me - Eh wait, I don't hear any music.
Ting Fong - Yar, I'm just pressing buttons.
Me, Andrew Lim, Chun Yong - O.o"

"

Ok, it's 11.18 on a Saturday morning, my parents and brother are away in freaking London and I"m bloody decomposing out of boredom. Study study study I'm damn sian of it lah! What a horrible time to get a burnout, although since I never ever actually studied before a burnout would be quite the humourous thing to have.

Yesterday was Teachers Day and it was uber-uber awesome because some of us really nice peeps from 4g helped Mr Alvin Lim fulfill his dream of owning a white car by papering his car with very very luxurious white cheapo paper koped ( by john ) from the IT club. Mr Lim was super sporting about it considering we committed such a hideous crime right outside his wonderful air-conditioned HOD room in full view despite Tamim's valiant efforts to block his field of vision. Paraplegic got out his wonderful camera and snapped many shots for us, but rejected my idea of having Tamim pose in a bikini in one of those super-FHM sexay-carwash-girl photos ala Jessica Simpson, can you say "ranchy"? I can. Then Lim drove his car out despite having all the visibility of a coffin to the main gate where we promptly posed for more pictures with the man himself. There was a distinct height division proposed by someone and violently supported by Tamim and Davis and so us shorter people ( riceman and myself ) ended up on one side to just juxtapose how damn small nimble, supple and agile we are compared to those lumbering giants. Also, it was drizzling slightly which super helped the paper to stay wet and adhered to the car so we didn't have to worry about it flying off. as it turns out since all of us ran away, we didn't have to worry about taking the paper off either because we're just bastards like that. hurrah.

Jumped on the bandwagon and went crawling back to SGPS with Ashwin and Gaga. Gaga's a manslut so he abandoned us at the bus stop and went on his merry way home. Ashwin, at my insistence, walked with me to SGPS which turned out to be a terrible terrible idea because it's not really a five minute walk it actually took us the better part of half an hour to walk to that school. sgps should move to the east because it's really so inconvenient for us VS boys to make that holy pilgrammage-journey once a year. kwan ming and eugene were already waiting for us there so we walked around for a bit and saw all the wonderful teachers we remembered now old and wrinkled as well as tons and tons of new teachers including one who looked like she fell into a cement-mixer. she had the bitchy cold face to match too. like hell?

kwan ming went gallavanting off to Bugis for some family luncheon thingy so eugene myself and ashwin took the smart way and bussed back to the interchange where we indulged sinfully in mcdonalds and actually complained about just how much damn calories, saturated and ( gasp !) unsaturated fat we were gorging ourselves on, not to mention that really sinful hot fudge sundae. Eugene got his mcflurry banged against the table for some strange reason by the service-with-a-snarl monster that had devoured the employees and manned the counter. we walked off feeling quite scared that maybe monster-lady would suddenly swell up and eat the whole lot of us which would be quite unacceptable and frowned upon by the general sane community.

went to chunyong's place in the night where we indulged in DOA's sinful lustful gameplay for like an hour before hopping to the piano and guitar to play gotta find you by joe jonas who btw looks like a werewolf so I super don't understand why people find him/them hot. and now i'm super damn bored and i guess i better go back to studying or else i'll feel guilty ( yes I can ) and be all emo-beano and stuff. rawr.