so. on. thursday. there was speech and drama. we made masks and i showed my pro-ness at cutting up stuff with scissors and penknives :D and... yiming and charlene and laura and me were sharing one piece of vangard and charlene said that i have to get the wonky-ly traced mask shape cos it was my fault that she laughed at couldn't keep still and then i threatened her with a wonky nose and she relented. can't remember who got the wonky mask in then end, though. they all looked the same. and then... i realised after i finished cutting laura's, chen jie's, yiming's, and part of charlene's masks, that i hadn't started on my own... so i hurriedly startd hacking at mine... i think i accidentally cut laura and cj's eyes wrong... oops! :D during the cutting, we had intellectual conversations about our mother tongue and how people are dumb to not want to study it cos its really important and how all of us (there) would take mother tongue even if it were not compulsory. oooh! i remember!

charlene: you just sit there and look pretty, yiming. (cos yiming didn't have a pair of scissors or a penknife)

yiming: alright then.

me: yes, yiming, you have to sit there and look pretty. but we don't have to look pretty. we ARE pretty. :)

yiming: (after a two second pause) OI!

charlene, laura and me: AHAHAHAH

later

*there was this part which included charlene's legs. but we are not allowed to blog it.*

charlene: i shall sit here and look pretty.

me: yes, charlene, you have to look pretty. we don't cos we ARE pretty.

charlene: no! i am pretty okay! every thing around me appreciates my beauty! (spreads her arms and embraces the room)

laura: like who. the walls?

me: no. the old man across the street who's staring at her.

*we all burst into laughter even though it wasn't very funny*

even later

charlene: (staring at her pencil box dreamily)

me: what are you dreaming of? the old man who was staring?

charlene; yes. he was so hot.

me: uh-huh. the mole only served to make him hotter.

laura: oooh! it had hairs!

me: and he was stroking them lovingly

laura: and tenderly with his fingertips!

*we all burst out laughing again*

our masks were so white. so... pretty.

i had a conversation with mayo in the canteen during the one hour before third lang. it was very... "heavy" uhm... like... a lot of emotions and uhm... hidden secrets and meanings... cos... like... just... it was about change. and we missed the last bus to moelc. which was just as well cos just as we were nearing the traffic light to get to j8, i felt sick. must have been cos i ate something wrong... so i went home instead... bidding mayo and crystal goodbye. and. i bathed. and decided to take a nap. at 530am. and then. the next thing i know, its 630am, sports fest day (remember emem?) and i had to go pack my bag. my dad said that he tried to wake me up three times but i went.. mmmmghm... or something to that effect. and he decided to let me sleep cos i needed my rest.

so... cos i was a bit blur on thursday, i called mayo and asked her if we needed to go to school before sports fest... for mass dance practice or something. she said it was at 945. so, after very intense planning, i took the bus to school. and thanks to my brilliant timing, i reached school at 8. yes. one hour forty five minutes early. i know. i have wonderful planning skills. my plan was to leave my house by 745, reach the bus stop by 8, wait for the bus til 830, and then ride it to school. one hour. cos i assumed it would be peak hour and would take really long. i left my house at 745 on my watch and reached at 7.47. overhead bridges look longer from below than they really are. so... the bus reached at 7.49 and i stopped opposite the school at 7.56 and i crossed the road and went to the foyer to sit down at the bench and read my book. at about... 900 vivian came. i spent the entire time trying to stop her from doing her homework. and we heard weird sounds. figured it was the OM people singing. at 940, emem came and we trooped off to the canteen and started mass dance practice. the lady in black.

yeah.

sat with laura on the bus to toapayoh stadium. and then. sat next to emem and yiming (and for awhile, hazel and vivian) during the competitions. the selective practice before sports fest was funny. cos... none of us could hear the voice. and it was disconcerting agreeing with a voice that had no body... at least... it was for emem and me... until i located the lady in black and emem and i were laughing... until we realised that she had passed the mike to someone else and we couldn't find the body to fit to the voice. mass dance was fun. we all remembered our steps (even richardsonians. who remembered to dao the floor. and we all know how hard that is) and to hold our poses. and to run. and to squat. and to jump. yeah. was kinda stressed at first cos after our march in, house comm disappeared and tarbet was the only house standing at the opposite left side of the field. and some people ran to the opposite right side of the field. so we were two seperate red dots and then they ran back so we were one relatively big dot. and then we had to run to the other side of the field. and we got into positions! yay! :D

we all cheered. and... tarbet got 5th. moor also got 5th. weexuan laughs. so does clara. -.- but we got second for cheerleading... or something... :D couldn't hear the emcees.

walked laura to mrt gates. we stopped for oldchangkee crabclaws and fishballs. i fell asleep. woke up at 1am in the living room.

today. i. was. sick. and. i. missed. the. last. psl. session. and. the. first. fps. session. :(... and a random math training session.

so sad.

i feel sucky.

i have. the flu. the cough. the sorethroat. the headache. and. the blocked nose. i don't know how one can have a blocked nose and the flu both at once... but i do. :(

heehee.

whee~