i'll be your number 1 with a bullet
Aug. 30th, 2005 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiderpigWah lau. Stupid Imran, I thought you were really mad or something. Made me worry the whole day. :\
Anyway, I'm feeling better (after the ugggh prata, more about that later) about Promos! Why? Because oh hey, I'm scoring an average of a B for Lit and a C for History.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? C FOR HISTORY. HAHA.
Now uh, I have to just stop falling asleep during my Econs tests so I can actually get grades higher than AO passes. *sheepish grin* Shut up! I can't help it if I fall aslepp during those testsand proceed to miserably fail them. Be happy that I'm kicking ass in History. All my teachers love me, yes they do.
I just realized that I have blogged decently for a few days now (oh the blasphemy) and uh yeah, let me recount the interesting events of the past day.
Monday 29th August 2005:
OH DEAR LORD THE PRATA. I swear that was probably one of the craziest things I've ever tried to do. We all know how crazy Immy ate 17 (now 25) prata in one sitting, and how I'm psychotically set on beating all his food records. So I tried to. After getting lost at Sembawang and nearly ending up the Mandai Zoo, Yen, Lala and I finally arrived at The Prata House. God knows why they chose Sembawang of all places. Anyway, met up with Qiu, Jo, Pong and WJ. Sim and Lydia arrived later.
I ordered: one kosong/plain, one cheese, one onion and one combo (tomato, egg, mushroom). With the exception of the kosong, the rest were all roughly the size of an A4 size sheet of paper. Maybe even bigger. WTF HOW DID I FINISH ALL OF THAT. I was stuffed and I still don't believe how anyone can eat 25 prata. Crazy bastard. What made it worse was the fact that some idiot ordered one extra Egg prata and we played Zhong Ji Mi Ma (Ultimate Number) to get rid of it. I had to eat two disgusting, condiment laced pieces.
All in all, it was a fucking great time to see all of them again. The jokes, the ragging and the whole atmosphere, just talking to them is like yay. A total relaxation of the mind.
Then came the uhm, rather nonsensical fun part. Sim, Yen and I shared a cab since we all live around the same area. I had the horribly retarded idea of prank calling Imran and got Cheryl and Yen to do it. HAHA EGGS. WE PRETENDED TO SELL EGGS. Like wtf? The worst part was that he actually played along. Who bloody hell plays along to prank calls? And no, that wasn't the end. Even after hanging up and laughing a fit in the taxi, he called back on someone else's phone and PRANKED US. wtf?! Tell me who does that?! That was the fucking clincher for the whole thing and I swear I've never laughed that hard ever.
Which reminds me, Imran, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (oy I'm actually begging you here) send me the lame recordings you did of the prank calls because, well, we all need STRESS RELIEF sometime. After your prelims I mean, sending it to me. Do it or I'll uh, grope you or something. And on another note, you're such aretard lameass that you actually recorded them down.
And today, wow. One thing sums it all up: Corn's pants TORE.
I received WERID SMSES THIS MORNING. *pointed look* Anyawy, I didn't fall asleep during PC today! Can you believe that? I'm equally shocked. Though, I did have a very inappropriate nap during my Econs test. Looks like I'm failing that one. Afternoon was devoted to Cornelius' birthday celebration. The guys tried to taupok him, but his pants tore before they could do anything. Cue rolling on the floor with laughter. Wow. There was cake! :D And harrassment by a monkey that escaped from the zoo. The Comm meeting went along fine, with the usual moaning (re Marc and Me) with all the SCORES WE HAVE TO PHOTOCOPY and the photocopying shop's NEW RULES. Rarr!
My mum thinks that I'm dumb in the brain. She just asked me if I knew how to fill the jug with water. Cue the incredulous face. Uhm mum? Thank you for having faith in my chore-skills. Now she's forcing me to finish the salad she made for herself. WTF? HELLO DIDN'T YOU WANT ME TO EAT LESS?
No school tomorrow. There'll be teacher's Day celebrations and well, I see no point. I'd love to skip school and go straight to my alma mater to SCARE THE HELL OUT OF THE JUNIORS. >D Then again, Wen Seng's performing and I want to see if his bass guitar goes out of tune again. >D
ALRIGHT. STUDY TIME.
Anyway, I'm feeling better (after the ugggh prata, more about that later) about Promos! Why? Because oh hey, I'm scoring an average of a B for Lit and a C for History.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? C FOR HISTORY. HAHA.
Now uh, I have to just stop falling asleep during my Econs tests so I can actually get grades higher than AO passes. *sheepish grin* Shut up! I can't help it if I fall aslepp during those tests
I just realized that I have blogged decently for a few days now (oh the blasphemy) and uh yeah, let me recount the interesting events of the past day.
Monday 29th August 2005:
OH DEAR LORD THE PRATA. I swear that was probably one of the craziest things I've ever tried to do. We all know how crazy Immy ate 17 (now 25) prata in one sitting, and how I'm psychotically set on beating all his food records. So I tried to. After getting lost at Sembawang and nearly ending up the Mandai Zoo, Yen, Lala and I finally arrived at The Prata House. God knows why they chose Sembawang of all places. Anyway, met up with Qiu, Jo, Pong and WJ. Sim and Lydia arrived later.
I ordered: one kosong/plain, one cheese, one onion and one combo (tomato, egg, mushroom). With the exception of the kosong, the rest were all roughly the size of an A4 size sheet of paper. Maybe even bigger. WTF HOW DID I FINISH ALL OF THAT. I was stuffed and I still don't believe how anyone can eat 25 prata. Crazy bastard. What made it worse was the fact that some idiot ordered one extra Egg prata and we played Zhong Ji Mi Ma (Ultimate Number) to get rid of it. I had to eat two disgusting, condiment laced pieces.
All in all, it was a fucking great time to see all of them again. The jokes, the ragging and the whole atmosphere, just talking to them is like yay. A total relaxation of the mind.
Then came the uhm, rather nonsensical fun part. Sim, Yen and I shared a cab since we all live around the same area. I had the horribly retarded idea of prank calling Imran and got Cheryl and Yen to do it. HAHA EGGS. WE PRETENDED TO SELL EGGS. Like wtf? The worst part was that he actually played along. Who bloody hell plays along to prank calls? And no, that wasn't the end. Even after hanging up and laughing a fit in the taxi, he called back on someone else's phone and PRANKED US. wtf?! Tell me who does that?! That was the fucking clincher for the whole thing and I swear I've never laughed that hard ever.
Which reminds me, Imran, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (oy I'm actually begging you here) send me the lame recordings you did of the prank calls because, well, we all need STRESS RELIEF sometime. After your prelims I mean, sending it to me. Do it or I'll uh, grope you or something. And on another note, you're such a
And today, wow. One thing sums it all up: Corn's pants TORE.
I received WERID SMSES THIS MORNING. *pointed look* Anyawy, I didn't fall asleep during PC today! Can you believe that? I'm equally shocked. Though, I did have a very inappropriate nap during my Econs test. Looks like I'm failing that one. Afternoon was devoted to Cornelius' birthday celebration. The guys tried to taupok him, but his pants tore before they could do anything. Cue rolling on the floor with laughter. Wow. There was cake! :D And harrassment by a monkey that escaped from the zoo. The Comm meeting went along fine, with the usual moaning (re Marc and Me) with all the SCORES WE HAVE TO PHOTOCOPY and the photocopying shop's NEW RULES. Rarr!
My mum thinks that I'm dumb in the brain. She just asked me if I knew how to fill the jug with water. Cue the incredulous face. Uhm mum? Thank you for having faith in my chore-skills. Now she's forcing me to finish the salad she made for herself. WTF? HELLO DIDN'T YOU WANT ME TO EAT LESS?
No school tomorrow. There'll be teacher's Day celebrations and well, I see no point. I'd love to skip school and go straight to my alma mater to SCARE THE HELL OUT OF THE JUNIORS. >D Then again, Wen Seng's performing and I want to see if his bass guitar goes out of tune again. >D
ALRIGHT. STUDY TIME.
