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Monday, August 31
:O
MANY PLACES!
Went out on saturday with lulu. I swear we are damn efficient - she's the only person whom I can go to more than one place with, in a day.
We went to many places.

Went to clementi - bought hair stuff.

LRTed to Bukit Panjang.
Hehe, so lulu and i spotted a candy floss machine.

And there was a sign saying "If you drop by our booth, you get free candy floss"
So eagerly, we ran to the booth. It was this bank organizing a colouring contest.

A lady came up to us and asked if we wanted to join the colouring contest.
I asked if we could get free candy floss if we joined, and lulu chimed in as well and we grinned at her all silly.

She asked for our ages and lulu said "seventeen".
She said "sorry only 12 year olds and below can join. only children can join."

we argued "we are children!"

she said "What school you from.. secondary or junior college?"
to which lulu replied "jc :D"
"What JC?"
"Hwachong :D"
"Oh... you come to this mall for the LIBRARY?"

... :O
Hwachong = nerd = library.

Anyway, we were all sad that we couldn't participate in the contest, which meant we couldn't eat candy floss. We pouted and pouted, until the kind lady gave in and said "Aiya, you want candy floss, I get for you lah!!"

And then we followed her like little chicks to the candyfloss machine and we got our candy floss.
Then we went to the playground and ate our candy floss in front of jealous little children.

Then we went by bus to bugis. Nothing interesting.

Went to funan IT Mall. Got cute san-x stickers!!!! And cow scrunchie!!
Haven't been there for so long. Their stash of cute stuff has depleted.

Saw this face stamp!!! Oh my god, damn creative and funny.
http://www.cscoutjapan.com/en/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/face-stamp-japan-2.jpg
Just squeeze the stamp at the right places and you can make different faces!!! Super cool.

Next we MRTed to taka.
I bought a rainbow pencil.
Kino also has less cute stuff ..
We ate there. HORRIBLE FOOD. I've eaten like 10 hawker centre wanton mees that are so much better than taka's. WTF. Tourists should not go to malls. They should go to the more heartlandish areas. Wayyy better.

Then we walked to centrepoint.
Mostly closed, went to their GAP stall and it played this very nice song.
It's good days, bad days by kaiser chiefs.
We thought the lyrics said "I am a bone" but it's "animal bones" D:

Then we walked to plaza sing.
Bought vitamins.

Then home :D
That's alot of places in one day, don't you think? :)

Books
We borrowed some books from the library anyways.

Finished flowers for algernon.
Very sad book.
I'm now scared that I'm starting to get less smart.

Halfway through Lord of the flies.

Ugly.
Do you know, some days you just feel damn ugly?
And then you do something stupid like... try to cut your own hair?
And make yourself uglier?
Why are my bangs so unmanageable?
Does anyone know who's good at trimming bangs? Tell me ok? :)

Damn it.
Why can't I be happy with my body, with my face, my hair.

Whenever I convince myself I look fine, someone's voice will appear in my mind, saying, don't delude yourself...

I also wish I could express my thoughts more clearly. I'm really bad at phrasing stuff. I won't be surprised if readers of this blog don't get what I'm saying half the time.

Eheheheh!!
Me: (serious tone) I haven't told you this before, but um... actually, I bleed from my nipples.
Felicia: OH MY GOD! Are you SERIOUS!?

Me: (serious tone) Actually, I like Mr Sit. (co-form and chem teacher)
Felicia: OH MY GOD! Are you SERIOUS!?

Speaking of Mr Sit, he is really a kind teacher.
He is willing to go all out to help you, even if your reason is not.. "official".

OK what happened was this. For teachers day, Janice and I decided to make a mini version of 蔡老师 (Mr Chai) with clay. It's a long story, but in essence our class was damn mean to 蔡老师 and he really needed more appreciation because he is a very earnest and good man.

I prepared all the clay in this pretty bag and put it right in front of the door, so that I could make the Minichai in school with janice.
...
...
...
And I forgot to bring it to school.

Feeling angry with myself, I snuck out of class and made my way back to the hostel to fetch the clay, only to be stopped by the security guards who wanted an official letter from my teacher.
Dejectedly I trudged back to class.

I HAD TO GET A LETTER FOR THIS. First teacher in mind was Mr Sit, I mean he is the only teacher who lets you do all the weird stuff you can think of, and he won't try to change you. And I wasn't even sure he'll help me.

I asked Mr Sit "Can you do me a favour?"
Mr Sit: "Depends on what it is."

I told him about 蔡老师 and that I needed a letter to get back to the hostel to get the clay.
My fingers were crossed and I desperately hoped that he'll write a small note with his powerful signature on it.

And then he said 'let's go to the hostel.'
i was shocked, i mean all i asked for was a letter. and then he was saying he could accompany me out of school to help me. i thought that was very cool of him.
He coaxed Mrs Ng to let me out of class and we went to the hostel to get the materials for minichai.

Woot!!
As a token of appreciation, I made (out of clay) a Minisit magnet.

So we made minichai.
Minichai looks like mini hitler. Sigh!

Are you a psycho?
While at the funeral of her own mother, a girl met this hot guy whom she thought was her dream guy, but was too busy grieving to ask for his contact number. A week later she killed her own sister. Why?

Highlight below sentence for answer. (in white)

She wanted to see the guy again.


I couldn't answer leh! Apparently 900 out of 914 killers got it right..

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