Victoria
Bet you thought this was going to be witty. But in the interest of Internet safety and all that jazz,
I shall refrain from divulging highly sensitive information, including
age, telephone number, and weight. I guess a name is ok though; how else
will you know it's me? (But seriously, kids, don't talk to strange old men on the Internet)
I do adore owls though. But you already knew that so I guess that's ok too.
you lied to me. everything you claimed was just a lie, a big fat lie and i bet you didn't even mean it at all. look if you don't mean it please don't say it, don't give me false hope anymore. the last thing i need now is false hope, everything else is enough for me already. hah and for all those sorrys you said to me. how many did you even mean, how many were even sincere? and you can tell me those things over and over again, tell me that you never meant to and you're sorry and etc but you can be sure i wont be so naive and quick to believe them again. now i realise how stupid ive been. they say once bitten twice shy but ive been bitten and then i let you bite me all over again. and again and again and again. all because it was you. everything you claim you know best but do you? dont i deserve a right in deciding whats best for me too? when i dont ask for your opinion you take initiative but when i do you keep avoiding it. so many things in my life i dont even have control over anymore, maybe everything might flare up tomorrow maybe it might get better. no one knows whats wrong and perhaps its better that way. at least if im going to die i wont know until the very last minute. but i do want to control what i can in my life. its my life please give me a choice. stop scolding me, some things are beyond my control and you dont even understand. im sorry, but theres a limit to everything that people can take.
I have a headache I can't think properly. Great, cos that means the ulcers are affecting my brain now. I'm serious. Cool right. Maybe tomorrow I'll keel over and die halfway, and then I won't have to hand up lit. I usually like lit but I kind of left Appreciating Poetry in school =] And the worksheet kind of requires us to analyse poetry from Appreciating Poetry. Ah well.
OH NOOOOO ENGLISH FIRST LESSON MEANS I CAN'T CHIONG IT DURING RECESS o.O Okay start work now. 8:37pm only. If I chiong maybe can finish in 20 mins or so.
But I really have no mood to do it leh.
RAWR. My head hurts =/
Grr people keep pissing me off somehow.
Today's Jap was quite fun as usual. Tansensei brought nadou, or fermented beans. It looks like... to put it crudely, pungsai. I'm serious... it's brown and sticky and icky. But for some reason alot of people wanted to try it. Well at least until Tansensei waved it under their nose. Then they changed their minds. Joshuang is quite a good pairwork person. He doesn't talk much cos he's too sleepy, so I don't have to talk much. That suits me fine cos my mouth hurts now. Yay.
Hah. I feel a great sense of, hmm, triumph, but I shan't say why because I will probably burst out laughing halfway.
Lols Cheryl was high again today xD Tomorrow we're filming the IHG opening ceremony. I hope I get the library cam yay. Cos I'm still not adept at working a video cam.
Hmm.
Today we had English and Ms Ong was talking about personal opinions. She said something about podcasts being a form of personal opinions and asked if anyone listened to podcasts. So I raised my hand luh. Then she asked me to share, which was kinda painful but oh well.
She asked me what podcasts I listened to. Me: Mr Brown Show. Ms Ong: And what is a podcast like? Me: Uh. Well it's like this person talking.. Ms Ong: Oh wow, very educational. (She was being sarcastic alot today.) Me: And then he records it so we all can hear it. Ms Ong: What does he usually talk about? Me (and some people): Turkwa. Ms Ong: O.O Me (and the abovementioned some people): Oh and bakchormee. Ms Ong: Doesn't it have political undertones? Me: Um. Yes. Like Lee Kuan Yew and that election guy.
I thought she was done so I started to sit down, and suddenly she was all "Victoria, you forgot to tell us where you can find podcasts."
Me: Oh, mrbrownshow.com!
For some weird reason everyone in the class started laughing and Ms Ong looked like she was gonna have a stroke. She stumbled here and there and even reached for the table for support (or her waterbottle for some water to soothe her nerves).
Did I say something wrong? Correct what mrbrownshow.com... Or should I have said something about Don and Drew? Oh well.
Jap yesterday was pretty funny as usual, except that Tansensei still wouldn't let us go for recess =/ Oh but then he started tryina teach us "toki", and he gave us this example: 好きな人がいる時、どうしますか？ Uh I don't know if blogger will screw that up, so here's the romanized format: suki na hito ga iru toki, dou shi masuka? That's "when you like somebody, what do you do?"
And we were supposed to discuss it in pairs, and that Andre guy in front started making a very obscene gesture which Crystal taught Rachel and I in p4 =/ The teacher saw it lols. Then the teacher decided to get a public opinion, so he randomly asked this guy about what he would do. And then the guy was rather... caugh off balance, he kept going "uhh..." before he finally decided on "kiss". Andre kept waving his hand around, eager to share what he would do when he likes someone, but the teacher was all "NO, NO, YOU CANNOT. YOU RA(21) LAR." Then suddenly the teacher went, "Okay, let's get a girl's point of view." and looked at me. Eeeks. And I discovered that after 4 weeks of Jap, the teacher still can't remember my name =D Which is a good thing, cos I don't get called so often. Unlike "joshuasan" who gets called without fail every lesson =D Haha but I just told him i wouldnt do anything =D
Today we joined Monica to her Siamese twin. She was so tall! Plump too, but that's always good.
Monica and her Unnamed Twin held 16.5kg before they died.
Let's observe a minute of silence for them. Monica was a wonderful girl, so beautiful. She was our pride and joy.
We picked up their remains, all shattered and broken. We found a big piece of Monica though. Or maybe it was her Twin. We kept her remains in the green bag we got from Ngee Ann Poly.
As I was coming back from violin lesson today, we passed by Hougang Pri. Interestingly, there are now huge machines in what used to be the basketball court/field. I believe I saw a drill, and a really tall construction crane.
I bet they're off building some high dangerous thingy for all enthu HGP-ODAC people to climb on, but why would they need a DRILL? Let alone a very very very long one.
Hmm. On second thoughts, maybe they've found Great City Shang beneath HGP. Wouldn't that be nice.
Yay, this year CNY eve on Wednesday. 6GERosyth Class reunion again, hooray. And I'm so happy that it falls on a Wednesday. But I shall not say why because it involves blogging about It That Must Not Be Named. And as you can tell from it's name, It Must Not Be Named.
I like OM. I like OM Spon. I just don't like it so much when I have to take drowsy medicine before that and my brain starts moving at the speed of, hmm, Sleepy the Snail? You know, that's just great. Spontaneous isn't called Spontaneous just because they liked the sound of "Spontaneous". Anyway, it's a good time to come up with cheesy jokes. Like when we were asked to name all sorts of traps, a group came up with one rather innovative if toilet-humour-ish joke. A bra is a booby trap. That makes sense, kind of.
Ah, toilet humour. How did a robber steal a world famous jewel from the museum using a marker, a straw, and some rubber bands? He didn't wear rubber, so there was no protection. I finally get it.
Toilet humour. Also found in the form of spouting poems about AIDS during what was supposed to be a discussion about our class reunion. Thanks so much, Josh Foo. I never knew he was so passionate about AIDS. Wesley too.
And clever Edward, who believes that we are talking about a reunion on Teachers' Day. He proposes that we hold it at his Geylang Fun House.
All the above has been said in a very dry and unamused tone, if you haven't already realised.
I'm trying to scream but I can't hear myself. Help, help, it hurts. It's seizing me so tight I just can't get out of it's grip, and all that comes from my mouth is but a silent scream. My eyes are huge, they're watering but nothing stops the pain. I make another attempt and as air rushes in it starts to sting even more, stop it stop it someone please stop it right now. I try reaching out to mummy, but she's in the other room she can't hear me. Daddy are you there. He doesn't hear either he can't help I am alone. Please no make it stop right now. Why is it hurting so much it never used to. PLEASE STOP IT. What do you care? You don't and it's hurting I'm dying and all you can think about is the injustice to yourself and you don't care you don't care you don't care and that's as cutting me as much as the pain is, but you don't know and you wouldn't care if you knew anyway. There's a stone in my throat, and it's growing even though stones don't grow. It's adding to the pain, why won't it just stop? I hate the taste of pain and the feel of the stupid stone, why is it so big? I can't breathe properly that's 3 different sources of pain centered onto one person. Why? I want to throw up but I just can't, the stone in my throat is blocking everything. Rubbing raw against the flesh it's gonna be red and bloodied by tomorrow. I wish I could claw at it and get it out of me but it's not coming out it won't budge. And the nauseated feeling overcomes me again and I make a mad dash for it, maybe this is the time the pain will finally be lifted but no it won't move. 4 points of pain what have I done to deserve this oh please no make it stop make it stop make it stop I can't think oh please I hate the world this is so cruel I think I'm typing nsonesense but I jsut cant stip to correct it now I dont' know whats happening to me if I die then you know why i did no no no no no im so tired of being the bad guy im so tired of this hurt im so tired of loving you im so tired of this illness im so tired of my life im so tired of trying to be cheerful when everything around me is collapsing into pieces im so tired of you im so tired of me im so tired of talking and talking and talking while you barely even reply im so tired of arguing im so tired of fighting for my rights im so tired of you bloody people im so tired of everything.
I stop. I quit I hereby tender my resignation. Goodbye.
Grawr I'm like aching all over can. My stomach hurts, from my previous close encounters of the resin kind (as Wesley just informed me it's spelt) and my left arm hurts because of holding up the violin on Sunday and my right arm hurts cos I twisted it somehow. =/
(STOP GOING ALL "smart vic" AND ROLLING YOUR EYES ALREADY.)
No seriously, the right arm was just a freak accident lor. This morning when I woke up, it was dark and spooky and... well, black. So I reached over for my clock with my right hand and then suddenly it overstretched and then I screamed. WTH LAR I'VE NEVER FELT SUCH PAIN EVEN WHEN I WAS STRETCHING MY ARMS OKAY. So I just lay there for awhile more with an immobile arm, the pain in which was NOT subsiding at all. Then my mum came in and asked if I was okay, and I treated her to a nice long story about everything that was wrong with me, and she said: "Oh. Uhh okay don't go to school today. Have a nice sleep."
Now both my arms are aching, like I've just done a dozen pullups. (Yeah, I know, I wish.)
Speaking of freak accidents, this random idiot smashed my mum's car's windscreen yesterday. Like it was at this traffic light (the cars one, not the pedestrian one) and it was green, so my mum went, and this stupid guy decided to run across the road (JAYWALKING, AND IT WASN'T EVEN HIS BLOOD RIGHT OF WAY) and he sort of threw his elbow out at my mum's car and smashed the windscreen. Walau eh I hate assholes like this, who think their grandpa owns the damn road. They don't even have the DECENCY to walk the next 3m to a proper traffic light, or at least look out for oncoming cars. And then if the cars knock into them, OHMYGAWD I'M DYING I'M DYING IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT AAAAAA YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BRAKE WALAU WHY YOU SMASH INTO ME WHO SAY I NEVER GIVE YOU NOTICE 1 SECOND NOT ENOUGH MEH YOU LOUSY DRIVER LAR YOU I SUE YOU!
Oh yeah, but when they smash the car's windscreen it's all "Look! I'm okay! I'm fine! I'm going off now!"
Grsh.
Anyway I've just finished Legally Blonde 2, Second Glance and The Runaway Jury. =D
LEGALLY BLONDE 2: Ohmygawd, I love Elle Woods' outfits. Plus she's SO cute. And her life is soooo charmed. Haha I mean how many people have a boyfriend who's so in love with you that you can push him around to do all sorts of crazy things :O Like buying you a hot pink diamond engagement ring, and having a hot pink bed for your new apartment, and finding out who's the mother of your dog so you can invite her to your wedding. And haha I totally loved that part at the doggy boutique, where the receptionist told Elle and the Congress Chairman that their "dogs were humping each other." even though both of them were male, and when both Elle and the Chairman didn't get the implication of that, she shouted out at them: "YOUR DOGS ARE GAY!" You know, being a bimbo seems soooo appealing if you could be someone like Elle =D
SECOND GLANCE: Woah this story is like totally cool and imaginative. Okay there's this guy whose fiancee died in a car crash, and he hunts for ghosts cos he's trying to find a portal to the other world to find his darling. =( That's so shweet. And while ghost hunting, he falls in love with this girl whom he meets, who is apparently also looking for ghosts. Then it turns out that this girl is actually a ghost, just that she didn't know it. Hmm and then the story switches to the girl's life, and yeah you can go read it yourself. From this book I learnt that babies are hard to kill. Seriously! You can smother a baby, and then it'll die for awhile and wake up when it's warmed up by someone cuddling it. Well at least that's my impression =/
THE RUNAWAY JURY: What can I say. I love court scenes.
Hokay this post is LONG ENOUGH ALREADY.
Oh wait, I wanna reply to JY's tags!
I DIN'T TELL YOU COS YOU NEVER ASKED =D Eeps how many blogs have you put that on already! People will get the wrong idea okayyyy. I'm not scandalous :O Huh who said anything about dying? HAHA I KNOW YOU LOVE ME RIGHT, SO I SHAN'T DIE =D Eh wait. Does that mean I can die after the class reunion?! Eeeee you ungrateful person I'm always organising it D: Without me means half the amount of class reunions, cos there's only poor gay Glendon. And hello JY too =D You're turning into Joshng, you hungry person!
For those people who play violins or other string instruments you should know rosin. Or however it's spelt. Tree sap, it is. Very sweet and tasty. Mmmm. And very poisonous. Urghhhh.
So I was practising my violin, and then I accidentally touched the bow hair. Then I promptly forgot about it and then after that I ate something with my hands, I think a piece of seaweed. (hai tai, hai tai.) Then after awhile I noticed that my lips were sweet. So I licked them and licked them until there was no sweetness left.
It was not until my stomach started to hurt that I realised that the sweet substance, was most probably rosin from the bow. And to test my findings (experimental spirit, yeah, Mrs Tay.) I stupidly went my violin case, stroked the bowhair, and licked my fingers. Yep it tasted the same. Hooray for Vic, she got herself poisoned. Isn't that so great.
Aesthetics again, we learnt American Spin which is basically a mini speeded up version of a pirouette. With the foot at the ankle instead of under the knee.
Speaking of ballet right. Last Sat the people mopped the floor with the wrong detergent again. So we couldn't do lots of our exercises cos the floor was too dangerous. That sucked big time I tell you D: Pirouettes are some of our prettiest exercises. Oh but I finally learnt that Polonaise thing, and for some weird reason it reminded everyone of flowers. Rachelle also kept professing her love for the now totally slippery and slideable floor, until the teacher was all "Stop obsessing over the floor already!" Lol.
I watched Legally Blonde. I tell you it owns. I wanna be just like Elle Woods when I grow up =D And then I'm totally gonna wear hotpink to court manzxzxzxz. Lols it's so Bimbola. But Bimbola was shoo super cool, like, totally. Like, omg! And that 'bend and snap' thingy was so cool lol. Not that'd I'd ever do something like that =D
Walau so sien lar. GRAWRSZXZXZX. I live for Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays.
Like I was telling Joy during recess, I come to school to go home.
Haiz. Ok this should be a long enough post. So yeah, I updated. Tag your hearts out dearies.
We sang lots of "Old MacDonald had a Farm", and then that lip trill thing. I still can't do it properly. I tried doing it and ended up almost spitting all over Joy. HEH SORRY. =D
Oh and then we did the music appreciation thingy, which is basically aural. GRAWRS. Haha I just filled up Joy's worksheet for her! TSK, LAZY VIOLENT KID!
Dance was cool, we did JIVE. And I'm pwnage =) Haha I LOVE YOU JOY, MY DEAR BOYFRIEND <3 Oh fine, dance partner, but whatever. I love ladies' parts. Heh.
Xinyuan: LOL as mentioned before he didn't look like that in P4.
Jingyi: EH LOL XINYUAN ISN'T A GIRL LEH. HE'S WESLEY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Walau and that doesn't count as a PROPER tag. I always tag so long when I go YOUR blog. Tsk I sue you I slap you I this you I that you!
Werty: Lol I guess I have to agree with that >< So random ._.
Clarisse: HAH like how? Bring you to HCI? Yeah sure like we wouldn't get TOO much of an unwelcome response. Heh yeah, and then in the end he decided that she had classic whatever syndrome, and the only way to save the baby was to smother the mother :O HAHA SLAP THOSE MORTALS WITH SMELLYTUNAFISHES!
Xiwen: YAY you tagged ^^ Whee haven't talked to you for so long =(
When Wesley becomes some famous shooter I'm gonna be his PUBLICITY MANAGER. Haha =D Yay I hope he pays well. Anyway. As he's not a famous shooter yet I'm not his official publicity manager, but anyway I just wanna congratulate him on this:
THE NEW HCI POSTERBOY! Haha not sure if it's just for shooting or anything, but CONGRATS WESLEY LEONG YOU LUCKY PERSON anyway!
Heh if you look closely you can see the reflection of two people who are apparently taking the photo. I believe one is Werty lol. That's where I found the pic in the first place anyway.
Haha anyway maybe the next time I walk from the bus stop home it's gonna be Wesley's face on the Milo advert there :O HAHA okay that's all dearies!
I'm frustrated and I'm really starting to dislike someone.
Sigh, on the bright side, Xinyuan and Rachel joining AVPA next year. Good, at least I'll have some decent conversation not about a certain topic which I am not allowed to mention on my blog. Yay. Yiwye also prolly joining.
Today we were supposed to get our mortals, but because we got called out for our various maths classes they didn't get to me. (I'm in Maths Adv btw.) So I just wrote letters to Cherie and a godmortal that I adopted (ie Rachel's mortal) Haha I think my godmortal is gonna be scared of me. =X Haha I hope she doesn't read this, otherwise Imma get slaughtered. But it was still fun.
Lol Rachel showed me her handbook. The diary part where we're supposed to write homework. She wrote a real diary. Well, fake real diary. All the entries were basically crap. Which is what Rachel does best =D And then the "critical incident reflection" thing, where you're supposed to write about how you used a HOM effectively. She wrote about "Finding Humour".
It was something about "I constipated, I laugh. I etc etc, I laugh. ..... You pregnant, I laugh. William Hung commit suicide, I laugh."
The William Hung thing was so weird, really. I mean like that day during HOY's address, Rachel was all "Eh someone said something about William Hung committing suicide leh." And then the next thing I knew we were all giggling. And then we did a couple of experiments, telling people what Rachel had told me, and then they all started giggling too. I don't know why! It's like a reflex action liddat... Weird lor.
6GERosyth06 Class reunion, 31.12.07! Haha I managed to get a whole lot of photos for this one, I didn't blog about the 111 class party cos I had the grand total of zero photos. And I don't blog about reunions when I don't have photos. Queer habit, but as you all know a picture speaks a thousand words. And it's so much easier (and reader friendly) to cut down the number of words and increase the number of pictures. Seriously, for compos we should just draw comic strips. Since 1 pic is a thousand words, we should have no problem passing the word limit. =D
Okay so anyway, here's MY account (with words, AND pictures!)
Our story begins when I was sitting at home and using the com haha. I was talking to Furry or something, and then I told him I had to go.
Furry: "where? Can I come?"
But I had to tell Furry that he couldn't come, because he's not part of our class. Awww. Yep then I ran to catch 159, and Glendon called. He wanted to know WHERE I was. So I said I was on the bus, 159. Glendon wouldn't believe that 159 goes to Ang Mo Kio Station, which was where I was meeting them. Then I finally got there, and I saw Glendon and Wesley waiting for me inside the barrier. As in, behind the thing where you flash your ezlink card at. I asked them what they were doing there and they told me to go over, so I did. Turns out we were supposed to take a train to Yio Chu Kang. WALAU EH. I should just have taken 72, it goes straight to Yio Chu Kang. Never say earlier......
Well then there was like this jam at the train there, a whole lot of people got off the train that went to Marina Bay and squeezed over to the platform with the train that goes in the opposite direction, which was OUR train. o.O What's the point?! Oh and then I gave Wes his present, and he gave me my present, which was this box of mint sweets. Except that he handed it to me at like waist level or something, so it looked kinda like a drug deal. Hmm.
Oh and then Glendon wanted to play zen chess with Wesley or something, and that sucked cos I never managed to visualise all the pieces at one go. Heck, I even have trouble remembering which rank is which. So I started playing with my 5x5.
Wesley: Ooooooh *takes 5x5, scrambles it, and solves one middle column* GLENDON CAN'T EVEN SOLVE RIGHT, YOU SUCK.
Me: Here, let the pro do it. *solves the middle square of the one column that he solved*
Glendon: WAAHAHAHAHA YOU SUCK WESLEY.
And then the train came, and we all chionged inside. Glendon went to stand RIIIIIGHT inside, although we were getting off at the next stop. So while I was scolding him, Wesley was muttering something about Chunyay and some message thing, which apparently said "yay". He seemed to find this excruciatingly hilarious, cos he kept going "heeheeheeHEEHEEHEEheeheeheeHEEHEEHEEheeheeheeHEEHEEHEE..." I didn't get it.
Okay so we met Kester and Wig at Yio Chu Kang, and then Jarrad came! And Glendon started begging me to play Chess with him, with a 2 rook handicap. He still thrashed me. I had a nervous breakdown in YCK station. -.-" Okay then YX and JY FINALLY came, after a "traffic jam" at Bishan station. So we took the bus there!
Jarrad, Kester, Jingyi, Yingxin and Wig occupied the back seat, I occupied the seat in front of the back seat, and Glendon and Wesley (those hobos!) occupied the seat in front of the exit door. Pahh. So here I'm taking a picture of JY taking a picture of me. Circles within circles, my friend.
Yingxin and Wig weren't too happy about having their photos taken though. However, there's so much you can tell about a person from the way they avoid people taking their photos.
Yingxin: I'm glam.
Wig: I'm scared!
During the bus ride, we started plotting against the 2 hobos sitting in front. We decided to try getting off the bus without them noticing. We almost made it, except that they turned around at the last minute and jumped off the bus as well. xD.
After that we walked to Kester's house. WE SAW A JACK RUSSELL TERRIER AND OMG IT WAS SO CUTE. Then I begged Glendon to let me keep it. "Glendon mummy can I keep it pweasie pweasie pwease?" Glendon declined mummyship of me. But I asked "WESLEY IS GLENDON MY MUMMY?" and he said yes, so I was all "See mummy even daddy says you're my mummy." Haha then now Wesley was the one denying daddyship of me, but Glendon was all "DEARRRRRR" to Wesley. HAHA. Strange how adding an extra factor can often change people's minds.
AHHH KESTER'S DOG SPOT IS SOOOO CUTE! He sniffed at all of us, and then he stuck his nose into Joshua Ng's... uh. Between Joshua Ng's legs. And poor JoshNg got soooo frazzled to be sexually harrassed by a dog. Even Kester's maid was laughing.
Oh yeah then we went to Kester's room to dump our bags, which was the "first door on the left". However, the very first door on the left we saw was... the door of a display cabinet. Gosh, poor Kester lives in a display cabinet! Ok after dumping our bags we went to the comp room. Josh Foo was inside the computer room playing ToxicFlare. Oh and then JY saw a book and started reading out the title.
"101...... ways..... to...... get...... straight..... WAIT 101 WAYS TO GET STRAIGHT?"
HAHA. SOMEONE NEEDS 101 WAYS TO GET STRAIGHT, EH? JY was all "Haha we should give that book to Furry!" However when YX removed the book from the shelf to get a close up shot, it was revealed that it was actually "101 ways to get straight 'A's". Awww.
And then Edward started talking about a certain book titled "The Joy of Sex" on his parents' bookshelf, and how his brother brought him that book once when he asked him to bring a book for him to read.
Hoboing in the com room.
Ed brought some fruit gummies, and this is the orange flavoured one! It's really tasty. And I should totally take up advertisement modelling as a part time job. HAHA. xD
Gymnastics in the garden, with Kester's trampoline and a stack of chairs. I reminded them that if they broke a leg there was no first aider on duty, which earned me a whole lot of shoves and "YEAH RIGHT LAR YOU RED CROSS PERSON". Haiz. Hao xin mei hao bao.
Wes was supposed to teach me how to play the tremolo, but he just started showing off. Until Josh Foo came along and went "YOU SUCK" and started playing his song. Wesley then said "YOU SUCK" and started playing some fast song. Then Bryan Tan came out and everyone fell silent.
By popular demand I went to play transfer chess with Glendon and Wesley and Shiyuan. At first I was supposed to be Wesley's partner but after I wasn't able to pass him any pieces and the huge influx of Glendon's pieces on MY board he decided to switch partners. Jeesh. Was I really that bad? o.O But after that he kept getting checkmated by my NEW partner, Glendon. HAHA. Oh then Glendon got sooo used to saying "check" that when he made his first move, E4, he said "check" . Grar Wesley made me forfeit a pawn for that.
Speaking of pawns.
THE ONLY STUPID PIECES THAT GLENDON PASSED TO ME WERE PAWNS. GLENDON YOU SUCK. WESLEY PASSED ME SO MUCH MORE LAR JUST THAT I DIDN'T USE THEM. NOW I WANNA USE ALSO CANNOT USE. But still, I p(a)wned Shiyuan.
Gosh and the language coming from the other game (Wesley vs Glendon) was just HORRIBLE. MY EARS HURT. Glendon said the f-word. MANY TIMES. :O I was half expecting him to go "*bleep* *bleep* *bleep*ity *bleep* *bleep*", like that South Park guy I think. Can't remember.
Rather self explanatory, this is the food.
AND THIS IS ME, I'M SIZZLING HAAAAWT. *sssssss* No it's just the BBQ. Kester's maid ended up BBQing for us actually. =(
Burnt corn. Ugh.
Bryan Tan and Joel
I can't remember what Wesley said, but it made Celine pissed enough that she sat on him.
Then Glendon decided that he wanted to play cards, so we started arguing over the game to play. Glendon wanted to play bridge. I didn't know how to play bridge so I voted for Blackjack. Celine preferred poker. So we were basically screaming out the names of the card games until Wesley was all "eh Joshua I teach you a new game. We deal the cards you one me one you one me one until no more, then we count the number of cards. Who got more cards wins." (If you can't spot the joke in this, you are so retarded.)
Kester decided to test my intelligence. He split the deck into 2 very obviously inequal parts (refer to picture above) and gave me the smaller pile. "Nah Vic see both equal rightttttt. Now we count the cards see who got more."
THINK I'M THREE YEARS OLD EH!
Glendon, what possessed you to wear that shirt today?
Look at this.
Now look at this.
I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS! YOU'RE THINKING "OMIGOD!" Now seriously, is the resemblance not uncanny! xD
Glendon cuddles up against Josh Foo lovingly.
Ethanyn attempts to retrieve a shuttlecock from Kester's roof.
Wesley was sitting on that pile of stools over there, and then he was all "CAN YOU SEE MY BUTT?" Josh foo definitely could, cos he whacked it damn hard with Kester's badminton racket.
Glendon tries fencing with a badminton racket.
Gosh, that's a really nice smile Joshua. Makes us wonder why he isn't on those Colgate advertisements huh. Jarrad has that expression cos Wesley was playing either "I WURVE EUU, EUU WURVE MII, WEE ARE WUNN BIIG FAMERWIEEZXZZX" or his self-professed favourite song: "GO GO POWER RANGERS!" on his handphone. After that they started arguing about the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers and a giant robot.
Toe picture! Ballerinas' toes are sooooo pretty yesh. (Uh for you stupid people out there I don't have four legs.)
Haha Cel and I started balleting on the grass, after we tried doing pirouttes on the floor inside and nearly ruined our feet for life.
Josh Foo after that decided that he wanted to be pretty and graceful like a ballerina so he joined in the ballet session.
But seriously, he has no talent at all. xD However patient Celine refused to give up, and then forced Josh into an arabesque derriere. He sucks. His leg went up to 90*, but his body had to bend 90* as well. Jeesh. With proper warm ups I can go up to 135* without bending. =)
They all were watching Terminator 3, which was kinda freaky. Especially the female cyborg. Brrrr.
Compromising positions! =P Haha kidding this was taken with my T60 (pink, pink!) slanted at an angle. Maybe I should be a professional photographer instead of a model xDDDDD
Oh and then after the show, News 5 came on. Joshua cried indignantly: "WHAT KIND OF SHOW IS THIS?" and changed the channel to one with just "bzzzzzz" sounds and static. "That's more like it."
