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“It’s my mole. No, serious.”
Gummy candy can do wonderous things.
Chew off half of it and stick it onto your lip, voila, it transforms into a mole.
I tried doing it, but I was laughing too hard for the gummy candy to stick to my lip, not to mention all the candy got stuck in between my braces, so I turned out looking like some retard with booger flowing out of the mouth (?!)
We had oral practice in the morning with Puja. The picture was utter rubbish, it showed some old people hanging out at a restaurant, eating.
I couldn’t even clearly specify what event was taking place because it was just nothing.
The conversation. Decribe an experience you had at some sort of live entertainment.
For some odd reason, the Jay Chou concert popped into my mind. I was actually kind of surprised that I could remember it better than other concerts, even though it was one and a half years ago. I even added the “having his own mini-concert” part. Heh.
We actually planned to kill the 5 hours we had left before having to arrive at National Stadium by watching Superman.
Paula asked us, individually, what we had wanted to do.
Paula: What do you want to do?
Julien: Watch a movie? Superman.
Paula: What do you want to do?
Me: Ooo, can we watch Superman?
Paula: What do you want to do?
Sarah: OH! Want to watch Superman?
So Paula was like, Why’s everyone saying Superman?!
I wanna watch it because the trailer proved that Superman’s eyeballs can repel bullets. If only my eyes are made of hardcore steel, man.
But we couldn’t, it was too late.
In the MRT train, our bodies looked oddly elongated in the window, like one of those funny mirrors at the carnivals.
STRETCH!
We encountered this huge crowd of malay dudes, dressed in some form of uniform [black shirts and jeans. Coincidence or not, I dunno] and walking along. Some of them were carrying around guitars and drumsticks, we were kind of mocking them from behind.
Like, “I wear black. I’m emo.” that sort of thing. The odd thing about them was that whenever they met up with their friends along the MRT tunnel, they’d shake hands. It wasn’t as if they were strangers, they do know each other. It seemed queer, so we concluded that maybe it was some sort of Malay-thing.
Later on they started chain smoking, so that changed from “I’m wearing black. I’m emo,” to “I’m wearing black, I’m emo and I fill my lungs with venomous tar because I’m depressed as my parents grounded me for stealing my little sister’s eyeliner, which looks great on me.”
However, when I was at the National Satdium with Eddie and Afiq, Afiq was doing the handshake thing with his Malay friends too.
So I thought, “Hmm, okay, maybe it really is a Malay thing. But why haven’t I noticed it before..”
But the thing was, Eddie did the handshake thing too, with his Malay friends.
I was just confused all over again.
We met up with Lizard later.
It was so cool to see her in action, like yelling out commands to her juniors and what not. Ooo exciting. 
Well, anyway, the point of the event is that Tanjong Katong School won the Best Display Band competition.
NYAHA! suckers. Deyi’s drum major was superb, so when he made a mistake, the entire TK population stood up and roared with joy. Sadistic aren’t we.
Something else miraculous happened too, and I thought life was actually finally looking up.
Maybe it was a start of good things to come.
But of course, being the owner of a grotesque mouth, I screwed it up. Even though I was pissed off at myself, I was equally annoyed by the other party, because I’m trying so hard but yet shit is being dumped onto me in handfuls…
I suddenly went crazy and overwhelmed with the thought of, “Fuck fuck fuck, I keep trying but it’s not working; why is it that the other party never responds or recognises how desperately I want to fix things,” and realised that every problem I’d encounter always boiled down to this statement. Pathetic.
For some bizarre reason, Bus 10 took 7905 eternitys to arrive.
It was nearing 10pm, I’d be running around for 13 hours, I screwed up, and I just wanted to go home.
But at that point in time, I thought even buses were out to get me. If anyone driving their cars that night were to look closely, they would’ve seen a girl imitating King Kong/The Hulk and kicking the railings while screaming, “Will the bus please fucking come?”
In the midst of crazy kicking, I realised that all my frustration then [waiting for that damn bus to come] mirrored the frustration with problems. All I have to do is sit tight, wait, and something will eventually come along, and of course hope that I’m not at the wrong bus stop. Except real problems need some action to take place if they were to be fixed.
Promptly after that thought, the bus came.
Ohkay just rambling rubbish. Off I go to pee~
Oh! And Justyn’s 2 months pregnant.
First he wore my skirt, being a girl. Now heshe’s expecting. Aw, how sweet.
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Really? Ergh. It’s so weird. I wonder what those group of Malays were doing then.. o.O Thanks man =)
Heya… Ha ha, the handshake thing, that is not really a Malay thing… The TK Band Alumni were jus thanking Afiq and I for our help,that day and the day before… Anyway, be strong, we’ll always be here should you need a shoulder to lean on.