Sunday, May 14
sigh. despite all the great great fun i had with the crazee people over the weekend, i'm still feeling like POOTS. or, POOPOO. whatever.
let's start with yesterday. ):
supposed to meet shuyun at tanah. but i boarded the wrong bus (god knows how and why), so i had to take the bus back to simei mrt. AND IT STARTED TO RAIN. HEAVILY. but that was fine, cos i was still happy. then we met, we went to catch MI 3 at Bugis. the show was really good. the effects, and Tom Cruise. haha. great show. shuyun bought her mum's gift, then we headed to Far East to search for my skirt. i found one at Hula & Co, then we went for dinner at NYDC. the mocha was HUGE. it's like the height of our student's companion & the width of a loaf of Gardenia White Bread! so obviously, i didn't finish it. i went to shit after that. heh.
and during dinner, i kept reminding myself & shuyun that mass has started, mass is ongoing, and mass has ended. poof.
anyway. got off to Newton & after much much trouble, we got to the ACS Barker. not that i'm super or anything, but the concert didn't exactly blow me away. i'd better keep my cmnts to myself, or i may get sued or charged or whatever silly people like to do these days. i was practically wallowing in misery during the whole concert. and you should know why by now lahh. kapoots.
then we went home, and as if things weren't bad enough alr, i met a fooking cheekopek on the way home. gawd. see, i was walking home along Changkat Pri, & this car stops beside me. so i looked inside, & this.. man said 'Hi, how are you' and stupid ME went to SMILE at him. after i did that i realised i shouldn't have, so i quickly walked on. he didn't follow for a while and then he came again, but i couldn't hear what he was blabbering about. i got so freaked out i could hear my heart pounding! then he drove off after that awful 30 secs or so. i almost cried.
today. today just made everything.. DIE. so it turns out, that i've to attend mass at Nativity for the next 3 WEEKS. it was supposed to be 2! and after those 3 weeks, it's Con. retreat the following and Con rehearsal the following following. that technically adds up to FIVE. LONG. WEEKS. five weeeeeeks of no-you-know-who&what. wow. ass.
maybe this is a sign...
i think it is.
the lyrics of SOS by Rihanna just says everything. pootie.
(and i still have to go for cca tmrw. you can't imagine how pissed i am now)
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