Thursday, 01052008
Labourrrrr Day!
Ain was late! She came to my house half an hour late because she woke up at nine and bought her breakfast from Downtown and waited for her sister to vacant the toilet, hence, she was late. Heh. We headed off to central's bus stop to meet up with Mahir and Nabilah. Ain sang. We took bus 53, heading to the airport, and that frigging vehicle was really jam packed. The sultry weather killed the bus trip too. We went to Coffee Club at T3 for lunch! Nabilah and I had already visited that place the Saturday before this, but well, you cannot refuse good food like Alfredo! Nabilah and I ordered our usual while Ain and Mahir had Iced Mocha thing. It was a whole lot of guffaw, like gales of laughter. Ain, the President of Bangladesh, and Mahir, the one and only Citizen of Bangladesh. Then comes the dessert, Mud Pie! We relished our meal, promenaded around T3 and T1. We got our stuff, sang and dressed. It was merrymaking and we were convulsed with laughter the whole time. I barfed and the colour was cool. Not to be revolting, but there were streaks of pink/purple in great brown. When I was throwing up, I heard Mahir saying something in the background, "Oh my god, she really vomit siaa!"
Comical.
It was a relief. Then we finally (not so), finally, settled down at Burger King which was chockablock. How typical though. We grabbed a table and Ain and I got our food from the counter, yet again. It was more of a food, talk, music thing than of a Math stuff. Anyway, Mahir and I left early and we took bus 53 back. Woohoo(:
Friday, 02052008
After examinations.
Anne, Cheryl and I headed to Downtown, Burger King, to have our lunch. Alex joined us and we coerced Lynn to come down first before meeting Charlene. So she did. Anne and Lynn left, and I was waiting for Nabilah to join us after her Literature lesson. When she arrived, we played a interesting and enriching game which I am way too lazy to elaborate. It was another good time.
Saturday, 03052008
Today!
I met up with Nabilah and Ain after their lessons. As usual, though. We saw Albin and Hui Han at the bus stop before boarding bus 53. As obvious as it can be, we were going to the airport. We alighted at T1 to have our lunch at Popeye's. We went on to T3, Candy Empire. Apparently, we were like small kids, and I do mean small kids, kiddos. We waited till we had the lift all to ourselves. When the lift was going down, we raised our hands as if we were in a roller coaster. You know what I mean, the feeling was awesome (did that twice). We got our candy treats and went back to T1 via the longgg walk way. There were travellators, and are you thinking what am I thinking? We fooled around! I cannot express them here, but it was such a sidesplitting moment. We finally settled down at the Viewing Gallery. Unfortunately, we did not start on any revision. Instead, we played the game we played yesterday, at Burger King. It allowed us to have a better understanding of each other, honestly. After staying there for so long, we decided to sing (for them). I had chocolates, yet again. Haa. Next, off to the beach (supposedly). We were on bus 12 and there was a group of guys in the bus. One of which, whom Ain recognises, is Mardiana's brother. So we ended up at Downtown's Burger King (again!) after deciding not to go to the beach weather was killing (despite of the time being at 1800). Coincidentally, the group of guys were there as well. We had our food and upon leaving the restaurant, that group said "bye" simultaneously. Nearly the entire area could hear that.
Guys: Byeeeee!
(few seconds later, after the door closed)
Ain: Eh, you got hear that? They said bye to us eh.
Jean: Yaaaaa.
Nabilah: Ya luh.
Ain&Jean&Nabilah: Hahahahaha!
Knickers.
Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.
I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.
I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
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