if you really want to know, i ironed my knee.
yes, ironed. with an iron. the type you iron clothes with. don’t ask how i managed to do that, long story.
i’ve since succeeded in picking the scab off without bleeding. i feel so accomplished! :D
and before you judge, this was no regular scab okay. it was damn weird cos basically after i ironed my knee, it grew a bloody huge blister in the shape of a leech and then i proceeded to forget it’s existence and cross my leg over it, virtually grinding the blister off. FML after which it morphed into one creepy yellow scab that turned soft when wet. altogether a very puzzling situation. care to enlighten me why this is, anyone? first year physiology fails to explain this phenomenon (that or i was asleep… which is just as likely).
i think at this point my legs hate me already. first i go and get a pus-filled bug bite, then i iron it… and last but not least, successfully bang it on random objects every 2 days. read: bed post, desk, door frame… etc. sorry, legs.
the first two days of raya hols were jam-packed with activities… which was lots of fun and very wallet-lightening T_T
my first time taking the cable-car after dark…
and it was nothing short of wonderful.
as usual, my cammy was too useless for words at night.
although i suppose i could deny that straight out and say i was intentionally trying to evoke a sense of mystery…
cue x-files theme.
raindrops on the window.
ah sweet rain, you should have known better than to come when i was not safely tucked away beneath a warm duvet. but i forgive you, for it was beautiful how you washed the lighted up jungles below. i kick myself for not being able to share that here because of my shitass cam. boo the hoo.
scuttle, my children.
now who doesn’t recognise the floor?
if you still haven’t figured out where i went… what is wrong with you?!
much ado about chu hong and min nuan’s shared room :P
most of us in the lobby.
i love this pic… it’s so happy and i look like i have so much hair. lol.
lovely hair aside, i am upset because i lost probably half my almost new tube of liquid concealer thanks to air pressure. geez. never bring liquid concealer in a squeeze tube to high altitudes. i guess you could leave the cap a little bit open for it to equalize… or maybe that would just facilitate the oozing. i don’t know, you tell me. i don’t do physics.
(i’m serious. tell me how i can prevent this catastrophic tragedy from recurring. it will save lives.)
but we have to learn to accept such tragedies and move on with our lives. (at this point i really feel like inserting a wtf but i try to avoid parroting so i shall not but it’s really hard… it’s eating me up inside wtf. woops.)
shot some arrows.
looked like lots of fun but i think i’d suck big time and probably dislocate a shoulder while i’m at it.
really wanna try it though. maybe next time?
so we had some tongsui… or rather, they had some tongsui. the one i really wanted was sold out and all they had left was red bean and green bean which are both blergh and so i opted for corn in a cup instead and even that turned out to be finished so then i went to my corner and
sulked enjoyed the conversation because my luck took a flight to timbuktu that night. T_T
i’m not making stories up… before this i left my happy-meal-toy-with-a-secret-compartment-for-a-mini-notebook-with-which-i-was-going-to-write-wonderful-things-in in the bus. no lie. it’s totally Luck’s fault. Absent-mindedness had nothing to do with it, he’s innocent!
then afterwards, being still pissed at the world in general, i telepathically convinced chu hong to vandalise some genting property on my part.
haha i dunno. it’s a funny picture.
after that was over and done with, the 21 year olds took a little trip down to the casino to gamble away our life’s fortunes. just kidding. why on earth would i do that when Luck’s on vacation? thought it would be novel… i’ve never actually been to a casino until then. it was alright. quite boring in fact… unless you have a few K to spare i suppose.
the next morning, what else? themepark.
here for the 3872416235th time and counting.
it’s awesome that the themepark is in the cold. cannot comprehend how one can stand waiting in line, sweating and annoyed.
happiest-looking ride in the park.
my heart goes out to you.
wouldn’t it be lovely if we had one of these at home?
bag and shoes off, and ready for lift off :)
chailing and jungyew.
kids on the swing.
candy coloured happiness.
minjien and wendy on the plane that wouldn’t fly :)
i be amelia earhart [delusional]
(…and childish. what of it??)
flying past the waterfalls in a red aeroplane.
‘oh yeah, we cool.’
i don’t think they were posing. it just happened.
there be creatures in the dark. RUN! HIDE!
(mr. ST went snaphappy a little prematurely)
this was our third time queuing up for the mine train because it kept getting shut down due to the rain.
we also queued twice for the flying dragon aka speed-monorail and didn’t get to ride it :(
at least i got to do the solero shot though. after n times of going on this ride, i still panic at the top. it’s oddly satisfying.
the fearful quartet aboard the pirate ship.
check out chin hwee on the far left XD
have you ever noticed the kissing serpents?
queuing up for another ride we missed.
we got all the way up to the part right before you get on and it started raining.
i really don’t know what’s so great about timbuktu at this time of the year.
ok i’m bored. let’s wrap this thing up.
cable ride home
the folks in the car.
the mediocre view.
trust me, night was so much better.
we got back and decided to go makan and movie on the same day.
g-force was outta tickets so we took the 3D one instead.
turns out being tired like shit and sitting in the front of the cinema to watch a 3D movie is not such a great idea. you get a little dizzy and there’s nothing you can do about it because without the 3Dglasses the movie is practically a useless blur. plus i had to prop the glasses up with my hand against my face because i don’t have a nose bridge and it was annoyingly resting on my cheeks (what if i get more pimples?!) T_T oh woe.
regardless, i had a good time with a bunch of happy people :)
day after, makan and shopping with yc, plh and yc’s uni friends, sze wei(omg i’m so dedicated, i went to yc’s blog to check the spelling) and charles.
lunch at ichiban boshi in pavilion.
yc and plh
besties till the end of time.
big hair, small face, tofu and beef.
alright no more piccies… walked alot alots and had dinner at jalan alor (yum) but we ordered the wrong lala. sad. chicken wings were still awethesome thank god.
luck still hadn’t returned from timbuktu that day cos we had to walk in the rain and afterwards when i was packing to go home i poured my fish into a plastic bag with a gaping hole and then had to fish (no pun intended) the flopping babes out of the sink. that and i don’t know how but i cut my finger while i was packing frantically. :(
‘til next time.
(which may or may not be in another 2 weeks)
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