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Friday, January 30, 2009


Oh joy, I am posting.

Friday, 23rd January:

School cny celebrations killed me. I tried, really really tried, to sit still and pay attention. I failed miserably. I sat still (to some certain extent), but I wasn't listening to anything at all. Our school's cny celebrations are an epic failure ;_;

Had lunch with Vernice and Ziting after school, and we sort of sat in an empty drama studio and talked.




Sunday, 25th January:

Church was awesome, as always. (Since when have I ever said it wasn't? :)) Cell was rather stupid and meaningless. And uh, we had a new visitor! She was Caleb's friend (more like crush, if you ask me).

It was cny's eve, hence all the shops were closed so we (cell group) resorted to eating this:



Our lovely, pathetic reunion lunch.








My dad decided he'd be an hour later in coming to fetch us, so Regine and I took random photos while sitting along the corridor of max pavillion waiting for my parents, who never fail to be late.

Regine is happy with her coke.

So am I.


Artistic shot, by me.

Non artistic shot, by Regine.





Dad finally came and we went home. Had dinner later at cousin's place. Lao-ed the yu shen thingy, which consists of nothing that appeal to me except that cracker thingy.


My dad. If you aren't disturbed, you aren't normal.

Nothing much happened. Gambled at Liz's house, played guitar hero, took random shots which are too ugly for the internet's eyes, and uh, just lazed around.

Yeah, I'm sure you're accustomed to my failure of an excuse: I am tired, bored, don't have time, feel like sleeping. Yada, yada.

Literature screwed up today.