CAMERA IS GONE. For two weeks, and then I get it back when we go to Bintan 30Nov to 4Dec at ClubMed. Haha come down if you want, cause we're going with family friends, whose children are kids. Like tiny primary schoolers and all. And this SA rugger my age who growls. Sorry I don't make friends with people who freaking growl. Because we're humans hello? Not some pitbull terrier. Come free me from my boredom and they're having this buy one get one free promo thing. So, five days of boredom, sun-induced dizziness, free flow of food and drinks and bumming around. I'm going to come back to Singapore as a lump of lard. Albeit a tanned lump of lard. I read somewhere that tanned fat always looks better than white fat. Haha.
Yesterday I bummed around a lot at home before going for tuition where like 10 screechy ahlians were well, screeching. And we all know how bad a screechy ahlian sounds. So imagine TEN screechy ahlians. In an enclosed area. MY EARDRUMS! Oh my mama they hurt. They were really pissed as well. Is it like genetic, to be an ahlian AND have a screechy voice. It's like an entire different species altogether with very unique tastes - 'hot' pants that attempt to cover their butts (okay so guys actually dont' think your 'hot' pants are hot fyi) and multi-coloured skinny jeans (are they attempting to pull off a clown costume? y'know the old jester types). Okay. So, screechy ahlians. Anyway tuition totally sucks your social life dry cause you're always having to cancel outings so you can park your ass on a seriously uncomfortable stool and
OMG MY SISTER IS TALKING ON THE PHONE ABOUT HOW SHE IS SO INCREDIBLY POPULAR BECAUSE A GUY SHE DIDN'T KNOW ADDED HER ON FACEBOOK. These young innocents are seriously very hm, innocent. Or else they have egos inflated the size of a hot air balloon.
Oh yes, tuition. Yup, uncomfortable stools, and then there's the over-powering lemon air freshener that makes my eyes water and (this is my favourite; wait for it ... ) THE PEE PEE GUYS! They pee on the floor! Uh huh, so either they can't aim despite 15 years of practise. Or they enjoy peeing on the floor. Because you know, it's more primitive and therefore manlier.
Today I woke up at 6 to see mum off to Malacca (okay so I saw her to my doorstep). Ate a lot of breakfast. Spent the rest of the morning watching kiddie tv programmes on Okto. Honestly, there aren't any decent programmes on before like, 7pm. I had a lot of lunch. (Okay so let's just establish that I eat a lot, a lot of the time) And then we had dance. Dance brought me out of my wallowing. (Don't know why I was wallowing, but I found myself feeling sad most of the time, emotional-bingeing and listening to Class 95fm and all the tragic ballads. Cheesy, I know) Was a good jibengong day despite weird back spasms again. Added on to dance choreo and was dancing with Ruiting with all the groups. Uh huh great fun and very very calorie-burning. But then I stepped out of the studio and went, whoa wobbly legs. Had this huge bar of Cadbury opposite and bubbletea (Am falling into the bubbletea after dance habit again - that's what made me fat ugh LEGS LEGS LEGS dammit) and started being really gay on the way home. Somebody please tell me a way to stop being so gay, and I don't mean making me manlier. On Zoey and clique's 'birthday sandwich' they wrote like 5% manly. Omg what's with the manly. But she also wrote 20% sexy. So I'm temporarily placated. Shall forgive you (-:
Early morning lesson tomorrow and then we're going to Plaza Sing. Then photoshoot with Janice at Bukit Timah and her "angmoh angmoh place" which today, she discovered, was called Rail Mall. Mmmmm, Subway! Oh yeah yesterday, on one of my food spree things, I ate a McFlurry, 3 Subway cookies and 4 tubes of Polo before going straight home for lunch. THE SUBWAY COOKIES WERE HORRIBLE DRIED UP CARDBOARD BIRDSHIT THINGS. I'm going off Subway. Temporarily. I have no self control anyway. I looked in the bubbletea shop's reflective window after dance today and saw my horrible tree trunk legs. Lorena told me I have big calf muscles. Well, my thighs are bigger than that huh.
And and and and on the way to school this morning I saw this whoa-shit hello gorgeous man on 72. But he was ______ haha okay inappropriate content. But he was like mygosh, epitome of gorgeousness.
Haha let's just he was of mature age. He looked like some businessman. I DO NOT HAVE AN OLDER MAN FETISH. This is like one in a million. But for now I like small little boys
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Am bored of doing homework (YES HOMEWORK DURING THE HOLIDAYS LUCKY ME) So I dug up old and overdue photos from Facebook (-:
(Reb and me at Mos)

(one of my many many unglam jump shots)
(Hannah's farewell)
(Will continue post about Saturday's outing. After the photos finish uploading. Which might be a long long time away my dears. Sit tight.)