woo. this weekend was kickin. let us recount again. i am supposed to read econs with calculus textbook but... why, right.
saturday woke up damn late, went for lunch and had stupid cafeteria sushi for the third time in as many days (turd time, more like it. god i crack myself up.) where met shirin siyou and nicholas, who is very nice and benign and talks very slowly. then 3 of us girls went to watch school soccer game against williams, which we lost.
here i shall digress again to talk bout the insane and completely unnecessary but widely perpetrated tradition of trash talking, usually spouted by the hairier, more uncouth denizens of the male school population. well... IT IS DAMN IRRITATING. must shout something 50 times then will stop know. 'williams, don't choke on your silver spoon!' '22, you need a haircut!' siao. so irritating. stupid dua liap ang moh standing behind me and spitting beer-flavoured saliva unto my scalp is not veh nahce la hor.
anyway. after that went to library to study until dinner. didn't really study, my brain hates me la. after dinner went to change then went to chinese house for the pre-party party. that was where my pineapple tarts were served! they ran out damn fast! shiok. i become mamasan alr. anyway. it was fun and comfortable, cos most of the international kids were there.
oh and i learnt a new thing. in america got thing called kissing disease leh. spread through saliva one. then if you get it you'll feel tired for one yr and your throat will have lumps and cannot drink alcohol if not liver will swell up and you die. SUCKS. here cannot share drink alr lor. haha this is courtesy of a boy who shall remain unnamed. he damn poor thing. cannot go any party anymore. for a YEAR.
anyway, after that was the international student party at triple A house. WAS DAMN GOOD. got real dj inside house and music damn loud and got enough ppl to dance and enough ppl i know so its not awkward. but... lucky sai i got shirin and siyou and other safe international kids to save me cos got a LOT of disgusting angmoh guys who like to rubrub one. bitch lor.
damn fun to dance with safe ppl la. got indonesian guy who was drunk and did indonesian dance moves to USHER LA. so i follow, cos very funny.
then stupid police come again and bust party and arrested drunk jap guy who pushed one policewoman so we left to go to malcolm x house, which is black party, which was damn weird cos er, my yellow skin was quite out of place la hor.
along the way i apparently spouted a lot of nonsense in my drunken stupor to rudi, who was v amoozed and has not let me forget it. but he help me walk la, so he is nice. haha.
then party was boring so went to rudi's room which was too small to hold everyone (me shirin siyou jayvan thomas rudi elena linda) so we went to erwin's room where he COOKED INDO MEE FOR US AND SPRINKLED FRIED ONION ON TOP ZOMG OH AND HIS ROOM ALSO GOT SEAWEED SO I EAT UNTIL SIAO. wah lau. tired and drunk and sleepy then eat hot oily msg food is... win la.
rudi from africa, so never eat seaweed before cos not near sea. he hated it. hahaha.
went back to room about 4, then woke up at freaking 9 this morning to go church with andrew kinyan and some other asians. wah lau. the double life ah. anyway, went to quaint new england town with like white pop of 99.9%. then church was orthodox, complete with pipe organ and robed clergymen and very very slow hymns. wanted to die. i felt damn exotic though. the church even had like, garden exchange corner where ppl are supposed to donate their er, homegrown produce. no weed though. harhar.
wah lau post damn long and i am tired. but i... cannot... stop.
next week... black church! fo' real. :D:D:D
after church went for lunch with andrew who was being grumpy and met shirin and siyou again, as usual. evening anand drove 3 of us to mall (which closed when we arrived, cos is sunday. 4 crever asians looking bewildered in empty mall is v cool lor.) where i bought new underwear cos i don't wanna do laundry this week but i have no more clean underwear. hahaha. ok then comes the highlight of the day. wait for it...
WE WENT TO ASIAN SUPERMARKET. WHERE I BOUGHT NATA DE COCO, CANNED MILO, LONGJING TEA, MY KOALA BISCUITS WHICH OWN HELLO PANDA, INDO MEE, RED BEAN SOUP, SUNSILK SHAMPOO, YEO'S SOYA BEAN, RED BEAN PANCAKE AND MOONCAKE OH THE MOONCAKES. SHIOKELAOSAI. wah lau i damn happy la. run around the stupid place like freaking loser, with anand patiently tailing us with the trolley like father.
AND THEN. he brought us to this small chinese restaurant near yale where I ATE MEEPOK WITH FISHBALL AND WANTON AND GREEN CHILI. WARRAOZ. happy until eyeballs crack ok. in singapore, the meepok will fail but here it is King. i damn happy now. stomach is full of chinese food. hoo.
tonight was v fun. sit in backseat of car with shirin and siyou and talk NONSENSE until pant is good stuff. we talked about... breathing heavily, lungs, favourite mrt station name (mine is dover. common consensus is that KHATIB is the worst name ever), favourite mrt in terms of design and architecture, babysitter's club, among other things. anand and another senior, christabelle just sat in front and laughed at us. always one. i am ... sam the entertainer la. can be friends with cedric the entertainer alr.
ok and now i am alone in room trying to do work but obviously failing. shit. cannot er, get onto dean's list alr la hor. at least i know my life is very throughly documented. ok byebye.