so it's a little late, but i've been busy ok. celebrated christmas yesterday at my uncle's house with my relatives, and we played guiter hero ! somehow, i find it really hard to imagine my uncle dancing in a disco (he claims he did), but i have problems imagining a lot of things really. one of which would be how i was conceived, but let's not go there.so i would post some pictures which i took with zaniel (my still much-loved handphone), but i'm kinda lazy so tomorrow!
right. so that was wednesday. what happened on tuesday? oh. yeah, that was supposed to be cycling day, but as it usually happens, cycling didn't happen. man plans, god laughs. myron bolitar is the love. tall funny guys aside, basically me, jo and bea spent tuesday morning at ying's house, doing weird shit and playing with ying's hamsters, lunch and dinner, who are really cute btw.
then after that we met jen at marine parade library for lunch and we performed the amazing feat of squeezing five huges plates on one teeny tiny table. and bea drinks coke waayyyyyy too fast. oh, coke can be used to clean blood, you know?
really, go turn yourself into roadkill and test it out .
after that was badminton, which would have been pretty normal, except we ran into nat. and i recall myself gaping a lot... something like
cause it really was too coincidental. and i'm still not convinced the guy with her was yihao. he looks... different.so yep, after an hour plus of badminton we (jen, ying, jo and i only, bea had to go meet her mum D: ) went back to ying's house and had a torture jen session.
ying made jen try on her dress and other stuff and heehee. it was fun. and jen, you're too skinny ! but you look nice in dresses, even though you refuse to wear them. but nvm, the bimbo jen project has officially begun!so after that we lazed about (not doing homework) and randomed about well... random stuff.
ying: queenie's really short.
jen: what's her height?
ying: the same as kai's.
me: *spontaneously bursts into tears*
jo: *snigger*
rather depressing, yeh. and don't ask how we got to that topic. the pure fact that our conversation included guys and measurements is scary. so that was more or less tuesday. and i think i shall end here, cause this post is really getting long.For every minute you are angry,
you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
