Tasha :)

Muke kau dah banyak sangat ah Shaz.

Aaaah, miss you girls.
Palm Tree and Jet Black.

While waiting for Dha and Cit, we chored. Shaz thinks it's cool to colour coordinate her straw and drink.

Love knows no gender.

I feel like her mother. Sigh.

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SUNDAY WAS NANA'S BROTHER'S WEDDING.
To think that I used to have a crush on him when I was in Sec2.

It was nice seeing the girls.

MONDAY!
GP sucked. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I ATTEMPTED THE QUESTION ON GOVERNANCE WHEN THE QUESTION ON MASS MEDIA WAS THE QUESTION I HAD DONE BEFORE IN CLASS.

For Learning Journey, A201 headed to SINGAPORE ARTS MUSEUM.

Shaz's class planned to go Ubin, and I told her there won't be enough time as we have to assemble at the theatre at, but she was optimistic. In the end, we saw them at Tong Seng having lunch. HAHA.

We are, aren't we?

I was just trying to snog the pig. BIG DEAL!

Two wholes and a half of Jon.

Building blocks!

Art is the absolute justification for nudity.

This too is art.

Well, it was a freaking museum, and honestly, I don't quite enjoy staring at artpieces all day(although some were no doubt beautiful), so the only thing I can do besides staring and eating (which is an answer by itself) is to take pictures with Soya's camera.

After Learning Journey, which was quite tiring, we headed to Shaw Towers for POC! The whole theatre was FULL of Meridians and we saw teachers, their spouses and their not-so-adorable children. I gave in to my Singaporean instinct and followed the rest to queue in front of the door ten minutes before they were seating. All of us got good seats! :)

My men. AHH JOHNNY DEPP AND HIS EYELINER AND ORLANDO BLOOM WITH HIS EYES!

Okay Fockers, when the fuck are we going to study!

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You're a falling star, You're the get away car.

You're the line in the sand when I go too far.

You're the swimming pool, on an August day.

And you're the perfect thing to say.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times

It's you, it's you, You make me sing.

You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,

And you light me up, when you ring my bell.

You're a mystery, you're from outer space,

You're every minute of my everyday.

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The TORNADO!