xian.
on wednesday we won gold for syf. supposed to be happy thing lah, and i was like high all the way back to school. teacher dam good, say mon we go columbarium eat steamboat instead of cca, and go 1 month break from practice. man, thats 4 weeks can go home early, no need to rush hw liao.
but then at com lab met nghi. then he asked me bout interact stuff, den he said some things lah. quite a nice guy actually, he brought us to vietnam and is dam friendly. ahh. someone's freaking pissed with me, and yar he should be.
dam.
already told the teachers, and mrs tay was dam nice. but neva talk to miss tan, duno wad to say, i realli dunno how im going to talk to her next time, especially since i screwed up so many damn times.
btw, west side story by acs was dam good. the dances were like ohmygod, and yinrong was well, ahem. wayne was "where got people talk about the freaking riot for one whole hour one?" weiyang was "eh, go supper later." abel was "MY MUM" guowei was "SHHHH" and brandon was sitting beside me, laughing like hyena. but then their dances really dam good. how they do one!?
after that weiyang, bryan, siowkiat, weijie and i supposed to go supper, but then taxi can only fit 4 people, and weijies mom called to say got food at home, so he didn't go. he still dun wan tell me who that girl is. ><
weiyang: "i bring you all ah, to stephanie sun's favourite hideout."me: eat what?weiyang: spize roti prata shit.me: wth.
weiyang: oi, pay cab fare leh.
siowkiat: i no money lah!
me: ahem (act innocent)
bryan: walau i cannot pay, no money liao lah...weiyang: OI! you all still owe me money from just now
me: so?
so in the end siowkiat payed.
ended up was this crazy packed roti prata shop, called Spize. really, its like the roti prata house crowd, except that this place was much smaller. We ended up sitting just outside the kitchen.
weiyang: i want 2 egg prata.
siowkiat: (looks at the prata menu) where's the pratas?
me: (points) there lah.
weiyang: (laughs)
bryan: whoa, im dam hungry.weiyang: what you want?
bryan: whats a murtabak?
weiyang: (points at the huge prata on the plastic board above us) that one lor.
bryan: okay i want that.
weiyang and siowkiat: xiao arh?bryan: and two egg pratas. (pauses) and a milo dinosaur.
then he really order that lah!
bryan (when the murtabak came): this is what i call papa prata
wth.
then after we ate, we went home. weiyang walk home. asshole, live so near by. sk, bryan and i took taxi home.
xian. this good friday, i didn't do anything. see lah, derrick pangseh me.
sighs.
yet another useless post
i met a girl on a mondaytook her for a drink on tuesdaywe were making love by wednesdayon thursday and friday and saturday we chilled onto sunday--craig david
aaah
my life sucks
im like rushing five thousand things (five thousand seems to be my favourite numerical) everyday and doing only less than 1 thousandth of it.
of course its my fault lah. who ask me, start of year so slack keep going out.
now no time to even go out to buy a pair of sneakers.
aaaahhhhhhh
plus because of this, im getting people to be pissed with me.
duno if they really are pissed lah, but can gues rite?
damn. so much work. better go do.
one night and one more timethanks for the memorieseven though they weren't so greathe tastes like you only sweeterone night yaand one more timethanks for the memoriesthanks for the memorieshe, here, tastes like you only sweeter... ---fallout boy, cant remember the song name. ><
ps im dam emo now. xian.
