Less of Fat, Less of You.
Paula went, “Argh! I feel so insulted!”
The advertisement is indirectly telling me that I’m a waste of space, thank you. I’ll just do the world a favour by drinking this instant coffee mix to reduce my fat so that I won’t block anyone’s way when walking on the pavement or disgust anyone with the sight of my fats.
I guess like all slimming ads, they were trying to convey that drinking this stupid coffee will reduce weight.
But do you have to tell me I’m a waste of space?! Whhhyyy. I hate the world angst arrgghh angst.
Words + Art was odd. They taught us photography, but yet the project was all about creating a story out of one of the pictures which are provided for us. It kind of beats the point of teaching us how to take photos, ah well.
On the way there, Yong G let me listen to Wei Hao’s mp3, to my surprise, “STAYIN ALIVE! AH AH AH” met my ears.
Staying Alive by the Bee Gees is like, Yong G’s theme song. He started singing along, having his own mini concert.
Then Yong G and Terence actually got lost in Fort Canning Park.
Yong Jie: Julia! Where are you?!
Me: You’re lost?
Yong G: Yes, Terence and me.
Me: Hahahaha. Where are you?
Yong G: Somewhere in the middle of nowhere!
Me: Okay um… Um… What do you see around you?
Yong G: Like, a whole bunch of TREES?!
Me: Oh. Hurhur. Yah. Okay we are like, next to this huge tree which has a huge spider on it…. Wait, that’s no use..
Yong G: Oh, the spider? You guys are at the spider? Terence! They’re at the spider!
Terence: *in the background* THE SPIDER?! Let’s go!
Me: WAIT wait, there’re so many spiders, how do you know which one I’m referring to?!
Yong G: Trust me, I know where it is!
Me: But…
Yong G: Do you mind waiting where the spider is? Terence and I are coming.
Me: Huh… Okay..
They never turned up.
Eventually the instructor found them though. We were referring to different spiders, duhh. When they were found, Terence was still snapping away with his camera heartily.
But Yong G, oh Yong G, did he look so awesomely happy.
I think he felt like dying or something.
Haniel skipped along with Paula and I while Yong G and Terence were busy being lost.
He told us racist jokes, and began to catch grasshoppers with his bare hands.
and voila:
A few minutes later, Yong G peered curiously at Paula’s shoulder. “Hey, Paula, what’s that?”
Paula’s eyes popped and squeaked, “What’s what?!”
“I think there’s a bug on your shoulder…”
“AAHH GETITOFF GETITOFF AAHHH!” Paula started screaming. And Whoa was it a huge bug. It looked like a giant yellow spider. She was jumping around to get it off, I was jumping around to tell her to stop moving so that I could flick it off.
Eventually the bug fell off. The ironic thing was that earlier in the day, Paula grumbled, “I hate parks. You’ll never know what will fall on your head.” And there it happened.
We were all speculating with excitement on whether the bug fell from the sky, when Yong G picked it up and started carrying around. At first I thought he was just being his queer self by picking up dead bugs and listening to Macy Grey, but…
“Did you put it on my shoulder?!” Paula fumed.
“Oh.. Yes. I did,” Yong G said sheepishly. Paula’s eyes turned into fire beams like Blossom from the Powerpuff Girls or something, and told him to run away. He did.
It turns out that it wasn’t a bug, it was the exterior of the bug.
It must’ve shed-ed(?), maybe it was a cricket or something, but damn it was huge. And funny.
The creative writing course was alright, only because the instructor was funny.
Yong G didn’t seem to think so though, he grumbled about how the teacher was lame and how tired he was. Well, he was deifnitely tired. His eyes were bloodshot.
We had to come up with titles for a picture of a chinese opera performer who was putting on makeup backstage.
Terence was like, “Made Up of Make-up!”
Paula and I were laughing away while Yong G bluntly stated, “I don’t get it.”
Ah, Yong G. As long as you listen to Rod Stewart and Bee Gees, you’ll always be my friend.
While doing an introduction of the picture, Terence said, “The audience cheered, roared and thundered with appaluse. In the midst of the clapping and cheering, Yong Jie suddenly said, ‘Huh what?’ and the crowd went silent.”
God, that was hilarious like anything in hell.
He was saying the first part of it with a really grand and slow tone to build up the atmosphere, then suddenly, WHAM, there’s Yong Jie!
After the course was over, I headed to the dentist.
She inserted dividers in between my molars so that there will be enough space for my teeth to shift.
Dividers. Wonderful.
Oh, did I mention that I was and still am drowning in hell?
She threaded these tiny little white circular things into dental floss. Then she somehow wedges the white thingy in between my teeth.
My teeth were screaming, “NONONO!” so the only 6 could manage to fit in between.
The remaining 2? Springs. Springs in between my teeth. During the process, BLOOD WAS EVERYWHHEERRE. Grotesque.
The procedure wasn’t too bad, it was only when some time passed then the pain really started to set in.
First, your molars feel stretched.
Then, your gums will start to feel the strain, thus the muscles of your mouth feel tired. Smiling and talking makes it feel even more strained.
Next, because your molars are being separated, the rest of your teeth start cramming together.
Now, it feels as though I have a toothache. Except it’s on every tooth, jumping toothache.
So all my teeth feel like falling out now. It sucks so bad.
The funny thing was that there was this dude, around the same age as me, getting dividers too.
But he groaned and screamed during the procedure so he told his mum he didn’t wanna get braces anymore.
GIRL POWAH!
Thank God extractions weren’t needed.
I probably would’ve chickened out like that dude.
Last night I screamed and scratched the walls with my fingernails, and woke up in the middle of the night from the pain. Lord.
The next morning I could barely bite.
The pain put me in such a bad mood that I didn’t even want to watch Hey Arnold. That’s extreme.
The pain my mother is willing to put me through for perfect teeth, sigh.
Beauty has a price to pay.
I just discovered that Diet Coke makes you feel full, anorexic bozos use it to stifle their hunger.
I shall be feeding on that for the next 2 weeks.
Now, I’ll end off with a big Fuck You! to my aching teeth.
Aw shucks, you’re my best friend too.
Kidding.
Ouch.. =\
But heck.. girls got more blood!! No worries!!
Muwahaha.. xDDD