loads of fun

loads of fun

Os. Are. OVER! Scream! Okay, I know I'm lagging here, but well, I am still basking in the joy of throwing all those thick notes and worksheets away! Scccreeeeaaammm!

I've been having fun, fun, fun and more fun! My days are so packed and exciting!

Okay, I really have to stop talking in exclaimation marks! Because this is gonna be a long, long entry. I wanna capture every bit of fun-ness over the last few days. =)


18th November 2005. A very very significant date. I conquered my last paper! And headed down to py's chalet right after that. All I could do was to stop myself from jumping up and down on the MRT. But we laughed all the way.

I was quite sleepy and tired on the first night. And I got bored somehow. So sarah, wx, matin and I went for a long night walk. We crossed the Tampines Park Connector and went past The Fisherman's Village. We ran and jumped and chased each other. It didn't seem that we've gone very far. Seem is a dangerous word.

Finally, we reached a small road with private housing on both sides. It looked so like the houses just outside of the chalet. We decided that we wanna try walking back by the road.

And so we walk. And walked. And walked. And walked.

Taxi after taxi after taxi after taxi drove past.

But we had no money with us! Being the smart asses we were, we didn't bring our phone either.

So we continued to walk and walk and walk and walk. The road was never-ending. Just when we were deciding if we wanted to just sit at the bus stop and wait for sunrise, a taxi stopped opposite us.

"Hey! You guys want a ride to the main road?" the kind soul asked.

"Is Costa Sands Chalets anywhere nearby?"

"Costa Sands? It's really far!"

Goodness, I felt like eating my hair! Althought the clouds were thick that night, my lucky stars managed to shine down on us. The driver decided to drive us back for free!

I kept wondering if he was well, you know, human. Wx and matin kept thinking we were being kidnapped. I was glad the driver wasn't a mind-reader.

So we reached the chalet safely. I played sisccors-(someone save me, I still don't know how to spell the damn word)-paper-stone with ZhengHao. The one who lost would get slapped. Really hard. I got addicted. To winning. It was sooooo not fun to slap him 16times in a row! Seriously, the game is addictive. Don't try if you don't wanna get a very sore cheek. So unlike mine.

I haven't been so crazy in such a long time.


Right after the chalet, we went shopping for prom stuffs! It is a such a long and difficult process! I've spent at least ten hours walking around town and trying gowns and shoes, and I still haven't bought a thing! But it was great fun trying on complicated dresses, with the risk of drowning in the dress before you head gets out from the other side.

I love the girly fun I had with sarah and py. It was so hilarious to squeeze into one fitting room and get scolded for trying to take pictures. =D

Right after shopping, I went for Council Dinner at Telok Blangah Safra. It was quite a glam evening. And I was fashionably late. By one entire hour. The power of shopping. =)

I sat at the same table as Mr Singh. The moment I sat down, I started whining non-stop to HuiHui and Yiting about how my heels were killing after walking around for lie 4hours. When I was finally done and looked up, I saw Mr Singh staring at me. He was listening! And apparently understood because he tossed me a sweet and said "this should make you feel better". Some teachers are plain nice. =) But the thing is, I was speaking in rapid Chinese. Hmm, how did he understand?

Or just maybe, whining is a universal language, only second to music!

Oh, I was in time to catch the 2nd game. Four pairs had to grace the stage (which is actually a small little red platform), and the lady was supposed to feed the guy some witch's brew with a milkbottle! Very entertaining!

A lovely night it was.

how different

how different

I abhore Ivan Yeow. Totally. Absolutely. Whole-heartedly. No, it's not worth it. Whole-assedly! Eeks.

I love Mrs Chloe Png to bits and pieces! She is one wonderfully, amazingly, grrrrreat teacher! Which other teacher would devot herself to her students from 7am to 10pm with only 3hours of sleep and a superduperhorrendously long meeting from 7.30am to 4.30pm the next day? She is just so amazing. And patient. And wonderful. And just godly. =)

A1 for Social Studies is mine.

amazing

amazing

I was reading in bed late last night. Or rather, early this morning. It was about 3am. This tiny fleck of wooly dust landed on the top of the page. It was really tiny, like the size of one letter on your normal paperbacks. Just as I was about to reach out and touch it, it floated away.

I realized it was a bug of some kind.

For a long time after that, I just gazed into space, looking at invisible bugs floating and gawking at how amazing the world is, with its various size and types of living things and blah blah. (But you have to admit that it IS amazing...)

And for the rest of the night, I felt itchy all over, feeling floaty wooly bugs all over me, hidden in my blanket. The last thought before I fell asleep was of millions and billions and zillions of those bugs landing on my face while I slept.


I had a horrible time waiting for the bus today. The weather was sweltering and I could feel the traffic smog and the heat pressing into my face. I was PMSing major time. Everyone I saw pissed me off.

The auntie who talked too loudy.
The woman with lousy dress sense.
The man who zoomed past in a nice car.
The fat guy who sweated too much.
The oversize lady who makes me feel very warm just looking at her.
The bus drivers who drove every other bus but the bus I wanted to take - 157.

I had absolutely no luck with buses today. Just listen and see if you can believe it.

Three 99s.
Two 187s.
Three 334s.
Three 198s.
One 333.
FOUR 98s.

When the fifth 98 came, I swear I was ready to leap out onto the road and try to fly home. But along on the bus came something that made me very happy indeed! A smile finally broke.

Heaven's grace.

Two minutes later, 157 came. Something not unlike a smile played on my lips throughout the whole way home.

Maybe life wasn't that bad after all. =)

So the next time you get pissed with waiting for the bus, try grinning from ear to ear. The drivers can sense it, I'm telling you, and they like happy passengers. Never mind if everyone else at the bus stop stands up and walk way.