so...
wednesday...
last day of exams...
let me see if i can still remember the details...
ok started friday at 12 am in the morning...
obviously still trying to study...
but obviously chatting to mirza who spent the next few hours trying to talk me out of studying...
and we found out that we both have the same-ish ed hardy hat...
see!!!
thats the reason why i have no idea why i even bought it in the first place...
because its one of those, you know you got to have it kinda thang...
not the oooh shag bands, leather cuffs, belts with big buckles kinda got to have it...
its a ed hardy, didn't know there were many other idiots out there who are willing to spend 100 bucks on a oh-so-tacky trucker cap...
f-y-i...
i got mine in italy last-flipping year...
and it was at a sorta second hand store, where fashion show clothes would be sent to this shops to be sold so yea....
some greasy blond haired brazillian model might have worn my hat during italian fashion week for all you know....
so yea i got it cheap at 50 bucks...
so it gives me the permission to bitch...
what was i talking about anyway?
oh yea....
slept at around 6 after writing small little notes to everyone in class because the last day of school, and besides i wanted to do something nice to start their hols...
woke up at 1 with the horror that i've not studied the whole night before...
so started frantically piecing together little pieces of vevian cheong screaming at the class and how she refused to start the lesson with only 5 people in class...
and i remember each topic by...
the day that vevian did what....
like for example the day vevian taught us planning...
was , the day when vevian screwed me over and called my dad who was in the middle of a meeting in australian to complain about his 19 year old son not being a good student....
yes....
planning was very very clear! and totally understood it like that *SNAP*
went to school with last exam paper excitment syndrom...
started a 4.30pm...
finished my paper at 5.30pm that freaked the hell out of me....
during the paper, was fantasizing about how the paper would end...
how i would get out of my seat, slow motion of course...
walk to the back of the hall and out of it...
turn to my friends and scream.......
and jump for joy....
fantazing lasted only till 5.35pm...
started highlighting all the details in my answer booklette...
looked up at the clock, 5.55pm...
have 35 more minutes till exam over...
looked over my shoulders...
more than half of the class' gone...
heck...
whats the point of dramatic ending when there's no audience for it....
dang....
had dinner at chomp chomp....
please don't ask me where or what chomp chomp is....
its like a smaller, cheapper, mediocre version of holland v....
its ike where ah lians and neighbourhood kids go to after school...
because holland v's too far and too ang moh for their taste...
had coffee with khai, mira, diy and mira's 50 year old dad...
her dad starting talkign about anal sex with a kampung girl...
lots of explecit topics that might be deemed too mature...
it was all too weird...
fun but immorally and politically wrong!!!
we were freaking talking about dicks pussy, boobs and everything thing in between and things that inserts here and there...
mira's dad was damn coool!!!
hahaha....
will talk to by dad and mom about anal sex....
soon...
and by soon...
i meant when both of my parents are 100 freaking years old...
and both on hearing aid...
spent whatever that was left of the night with other friends from the other class....
at esplanade's harry....
then to clarke quay...
then finally to holland V...
Singapore is dead after the mrt service stops!
seriously by the time we got to holland v, around 3, everything was either closed or closing...
so we did a buy drinks from seven 11 stunt...
so secondary school laah...
the bunch of sua ku goody too shoed kids taking pictures of the police officers taking down our details...
its not our fault that policemen don;t approach us and take down our personal info and check our handphones ok!!!
it was damn fun....
kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!
me: erm do you have your cuffs with you?
policeofficer: yes...
me: do you think you can cuff me to the pole, just for a while?
policeofficer: no
me: PLEASE
police officer: no...
me: ok can you take out your gun and pretent to shoot me can?
police: no...
me: can we ride in your car...
police: no...
me: can you send us some where? any where?
police: to the police station if we decide to detain you...
and we started talking about the nyp girl scandal....
who says policemen's not fun!!!
that was 30 minutes of police humor to entertain us at 4.30 in the morning...
left holland v in the morning to grap coffee at starbucks in orchard....
to bust the notion that unlike movies, people actually do not rush and queue up for coffee in the morning...
had coffee and read the newspapers...
and gasped!!!!
the annual gamut's sale was on!!!
no way in hell was i gonna miss it...
woke up germaine...
me: hello?
germaine: huhetwjkgjwe?
me: germaine is that you?
germaine: wqoierugyfoq?
me: why are you up so early in the morning?
germaine: what the ewliubwqef.....
me: hahahahahahhahaha!!!!
hahahahah.....
thats waking you up for you baby!!!
rushed home for change of outfit and change of haggard look...
reached suntec at 10.30 in time for the sale...
the sale sucked....
so to apologize and for dragging germ's ass to town to look at vesace that i could have gotten 50 cheaper in italy...
we went for one of those chinesy teow chiew porraige buffet kinda thing...
went shopping around suntec...
and gasp....
we found out that the company that is responsible for topman/ topshop/ nike women/ fox....
had a factory outlet...
in serangoon....
so we dragged our sorry and tired arses down there....
bought a whole new wardrobe for germaine at the lovely price of under 59.90...
woot woot....
the things i do just for a sale....
set a new record for the number of hours awake....
38 hours.....
and a shit load of caffine...
the things i do for a sale...
as we speak my neighbour is having a massive funeral set up outside of our house...
something about dead body being 60 feet away from me, that freaks me out...
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