yellow stickers charade.
imagine tripping over a 1.3m high wall. imagine tripping over a 1.3m high wall and falling head down, pimply face down. and i almost broke the bridge of my nose. so it was pretty serious. the pain was serious anyway.
i just jumped over the wall and tripped. i was actually hanging on to the wall for a split second. and when i saw the cement floor getting closer and closer. i thought, oh no, i'll burst all the pimples, so i turn forward and landed on my nose. COOL EH? so now im left with a rather fat scratch on my cheeks and nose. oh, plus one big swelling nose.
and i have a camp tmr.
then me shafi and shuk got curious when one auntie was looking inside the drain. you know, pasir ris is filled with those mini squared-tiled-covered-drains. then she explained that a naughty naughty boy threw some stones/pulled a string and then got this small little cute kitten stuck inside the drain. and dumb cat chose the blindspot where no drain cover could be raised and no hand was long enough to reach in. so we used our warm cake-like dessert for bait. then when all of us weren't looking, the cat ran off into the sewers. fag. wasted 5 mins.
well, another 5mins of my time got wasted even more wastefully. a patrol car stopped the 4 of us (nawawi was with us) on our way to the bus stop. we were on the way to the bus stop. not some whore house. he checked my bag, which i declared its contents. but he still wanted to see my pink martini CDs and sunkist orange. really irritating.
and you know what they did? write our names down. which was very traumatising to a certain extent. fuck the guy made us miss 2 buses and refused to either send us home or to the bus stop even though there was space at the back. all of us was really riled up. but we were so tired from cleaning shafi's new house that we danced infront of the car. and you know how bad we dance.
ok la. only shafi danced. SCREW THEM la.
they wrote our names(in black pen ink) on some folded foolscap paper. like that was very threatening. they could have just left after asking us if we heard some fight or screams. but NOO. they had to search our bags, see our underwear colour(too bad for them i wasnt wearing any) and write our names down. i bet they are so stupid that writing names would earn them Orange flourescent stars in their "most names written down" chart. i bet these NSF boys cant even spell their names properly without looking at their nametags through a double mirror.
both of them are gay i bet. saying sweet nothings in the car. and watching gay porn on the small lcd screen.
ok
right now im battling mr sandman to pack for my camp in a while. not looking for another 5day 4n away from home after today's fall and with a swell on the bridge of my nose so large it blocks my sense of smell and affects my breathing.
i just jumped over the wall and tripped. i was actually hanging on to the wall for a split second. and when i saw the cement floor getting closer and closer. i thought, oh no, i'll burst all the pimples, so i turn forward and landed on my nose. COOL EH? so now im left with a rather fat scratch on my cheeks and nose. oh, plus one big swelling nose.
and i have a camp tmr.
then me shafi and shuk got curious when one auntie was looking inside the drain. you know, pasir ris is filled with those mini squared-tiled-covered-drains. then she explained that a naughty naughty boy threw some stones/pulled a string and then got this small little cute kitten stuck inside the drain. and dumb cat chose the blindspot where no drain cover could be raised and no hand was long enough to reach in. so we used our warm cake-like dessert for bait. then when all of us weren't looking, the cat ran off into the sewers. fag. wasted 5 mins.
well, another 5mins of my time got wasted even more wastefully. a patrol car stopped the 4 of us (nawawi was with us) on our way to the bus stop. we were on the way to the bus stop. not some whore house. he checked my bag, which i declared its contents. but he still wanted to see my pink martini CDs and sunkist orange. really irritating.
and you know what they did? write our names down. which was very traumatising to a certain extent. fuck the guy made us miss 2 buses and refused to either send us home or to the bus stop even though there was space at the back. all of us was really riled up. but we were so tired from cleaning shafi's new house that we danced infront of the car. and you know how bad we dance.
ok la. only shafi danced. SCREW THEM la.
they wrote our names(in black pen ink) on some folded foolscap paper. like that was very threatening. they could have just left after asking us if we heard some fight or screams. but NOO. they had to search our bags, see our underwear colour(too bad for them i wasnt wearing any) and write our names down. i bet they are so stupid that writing names would earn them Orange flourescent stars in their "most names written down" chart. i bet these NSF boys cant even spell their names properly without looking at their nametags through a double mirror.
both of them are gay i bet. saying sweet nothings in the car. and watching gay porn on the small lcd screen.
ok
right now im battling mr sandman to pack for my camp in a while. not looking for another 5day 4n away from home after today's fall and with a swell on the bridge of my nose so large it blocks my sense of smell and affects my breathing.
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