drama nite in my opinion was pretty much
quite entertaining.but apparently, i tink dey shud alter it to drama
midnight evening. so den prob we'll end at 6.30? start at 3.30 lah. so after it we can go for dinner. or afternoon oso can. the time is jus a lil bit inconvenient leh. i was rushing like delirious madwoman
more den usual around the house, trying to wear my shoe and comb my hair at the same time. den rushed down to meet ck at city hall. felt a bit ridiculous wearing a
bright orange class t-shirt wif
spirit-of-serven blatantly printed on. was folding my arms to conceal it. ck+me pathetically trudged into wisma's mcdonalds, in dismay as our yoshinoya dinner was busted cos of time constraint. inky
SPYed on us, or so she claims, and joined us. when asked how she spotted us, lo and behold, she was guided by the
flaming shirt of 107 lol. muahaha. evil t-shirt printing uncles.. screw him.
after shoving down our food, wif ck announcing she's gonna get a sore throat, we rushed to the bus stop, speculating abt how we shall perish wif our
wunnerful skoolmates for being late.
waited for ages. at last 190 came,but the
fucking sucky bus ah-peh refused to open the door,
claimimg it was full. den it pompously drove off wif its lousy sputtering engine, and i purposefully made a show out of me walking to the front of the bus and glancing at the license plate, stared at the uncle wif evil eye.wailed, moan and grimaced, ink groaned on abt how she carn be late cos she nvr had. in desperation, we marched to taxi stand and attempted to
no avail. god. flinged our arms like despondent souls, longing for how a privte X33 jet will get us ther in
seconds cos we were alr 15 min late. in the end, bus came first. the moment bus reached skool, we all
galloped frantically towards the hall. plonked ourselves down and started wtahing 102 xin er's lovey dovey "genie" thingy.
all the sec ones played wasn't as nice, some funny details were kinda missing or diluted. 111's claire din say as much of her hilarious 'i'm a man, i have muscles' line. ltr was revealed as old johnny's interference.
wow.old johnny speaks eh.
reached home at 11.30. dad stared apprehensively at class t-shirt. mum was interested to find me at the back of the tee. found me and clapped gleeefully. how cute.squish.
discovered dad brought home the
illustrated version of
da vinci code ohhhlala. *fondles book* it is
sooooo heavenly. imagine all the evidence of pagan art. u got it.
ok, going off to enjoy camomile flowers herbal infusion tea.
haha. tata.
