22 more days! ♥ 10:52 PM
And as Ms Lai said, JC life is tough but memorable. I didn't quite know what I was in for when I chose the JC route during PAE. I thought it would all be fun and minimal work but really it's just tough. Perhaps the most endearing fact is that we're all in this shit together! After the assembly, we all headed to our home room (I'll miss the notice board just as badly) and captured our moments together to preserve for future recollection. Hazel was going crazy from insomnia and Ms Tan was such a sweetie and Gwen was being herself and everyone else too were just how I'd always like to remember them; uniquely retarded and spastic in their own unique ways.
These people are the ones besides 201 and my other favourite people who patiently tolerated me, catered to my constant need to pee, to eat/binge, listening to me repeat the same story over and over again because I forgot that I have already told them and being so kind as to accept me for the annoying person that I am.
After writing for each other little messages to one another (Jon, you promised to draw me a bird, I didn't forget), we headed to Ehub for lunch, and we had lunch at the Something Chicken Restaurant, which was Korean, the one with the bath-tub seats and hot pink cushions! It was quite a deal and the food was damn good I tell you! DAAAAAMN GOOD. I had a Jerk and Pepsi for lunch, and the Jerk tasted very very good!
After lunch I ran home, quckly showered, got ready and finally met shaz&nana&tasha&dha&nazim&faris&amirul&razif&khai&ashwin&afiq. It was a very nice and laidback day. We took our time to go from house to house and to catch up, reminisce, look at our old selves and laugh at how childish we were. And of course, gossip! :)
Nana slept over and as soon as we got home at 1, we changed and gossiped and snacked and stalked and gossiped even more and it was fun. But we were so tired that we slept an hour after that. So we got up in the morning and exercised our jaws by talking and finally met Shaz for lunch (it was supposed to be breakfast). We continued exercising our jaws.
No group pictures yet because pictures are with Dha and Na, so it means I'd only be able to put them up next month.
TODAY, I finally watched The Vagina Monologues. We didn't get ridiculously subsidised prices because it wasn't part of the school but the seats were pretty good for the prices we were paying. It was my first time to the Dramacentre at NLB so yes, I was excited. IT WAS A DAMN GOOD SHOW. SEXY, WICKEDLY HUMOROUS AND ACCURATE.
The play opened with the many many translations of the word VAGINA in many many languages (uhuh, p*** and cb included) and the initial stage backdrop were many many images of the clitoris.
It was so openly private and so relateable that I am totally totally in love with it. TOTALLY. OMG EVERY GIRL/WOMAN SHOULD WATCH IT. No, everyone should watch it. IT'S SUPER SEXY. SUPER SUPER SEXY. But so meaningful and rather sad actually.
If your vagina could dress, what would it wear? If your vagina could speak, what would it say?
ps I am such a champion. MY ENTIRE WEEKEND, BURNT. Tomorrow, it will be burnt too.