ah ok so ying wants me to post abt national day's eve. so basicallyyyyyyyy, connect singapore went kapeesh. like the class was going mad just standing along the roads and yelling and waving at everyone driving past and why does it feel as if i've typed this before? hmms. dunno but i'm having a weird sense of dejavu.
ok wtv! yeah so pam and her big inflated hand and the rest of 313 (well most of it, if you minus ying and queenie having a bitchslapping marathon and other stoners like me) were shouting "happy national day" to whoever walked/droved/flew/dived passed us. and poor lao shi was so worried we would cause a car accident. zzz.
then suddenly people started a count down so ok lets count down and we counted 3 2 1 and then.... nothing. yeah so randomly said a few lines of the pledge hoping that that was what we were supposed to be doing and then... yeah ok so basically it didnt go as planned, obviously.
after connect sg ying came over to my house and we alternated wasting time in front of the com and reading on the bed. and then we decided to pay youtube a visit and did weird stuff and watched weird stuff and i think i laughed so much i ruptured something. yeah probably.
and my index finger hurts. i think clicking a mouse is bad for you cause yeah, it's not natural! like when we were living in caves and were waving clubs about, we didnt exactly have to click anything. hence, our fingers were not meant for clicking and this is why my index finger is gonna fall off.
yeah, i make so much sense :D
Someday, everything will come together.
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