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Sunday, August 01, 2004
The weekend's almost over. I felt as if I haven't actually rested the whole of this week. Friday and Saturday were taken up by the Night of Laughter. It was damn damn awesome, really. Laughed soooo hard, especially at Tim's "tell me more, tell me mooooorre!" All the geog students were laughing so hard that the rest of the audience probably thought we'd gone dotty. I laughed so hard that my sides ached so badly after that. Goodness.

Chels and I had some duct-tape-tearing competition yesterday. Actually, tearing duct-tape's really quite therapeutic, don't you think? You just rip at the black strip and it comes out with a satsfiying sound. Anyway. Went out for supper with Dree, Tiff, Jon and Chels yesterday night after the whole thing. Dree and I couldn't agree on whether BK closed at 11 (what she thought) or 12 (what I thought). So we bet one french fry on the closing time. I can't remember who now, but either Dree or Chels asked the girl behind the counter what time they closed. She shot us a straaange look and said that they'd be closing at 12. Ha. So I won one french fry. We were laughing like we had all gone mad or something. I have no idea why we were so tickled at the most trivial things. Must have been 'cause it was pretty late by then and we were all quite tired.

And I was telling Chels about something that had happened earlier on, and I ended by saying "So now, I think HE thinks that I'm a psycho." Chels burst out laughing like there was no tomorrow and I started laughing too, for some bizarre reason, and Dree, Jon and Tiff just stopped right in their tracks and turned round to eyeball us suspiciously. It was damn hilarious. Pals, last night was great. Heh. We really should have supper out together more often (though not in my ugly drama blacks please).

Cabbed back from Holland V with Dree and Chels and got back home at about 1130. I got to my door and used my key to let myself in. And what do I hear? I hear Carol and Koko Maggie running down the stairs two at a time and I hear Carol say something like "Who's that? *gasp!* I think it's a thief!!", with the "I think it's a thief" being said as if enlightenment was suddenly bestowed on Carol. I was like, HELLO??? You mean they didn't know that I wasn't home yet? Then I remembered that I was supposed to call home to get Koko Maggie to pick me up from YCK station. Oh. Oops. So now, I kinda like owe everyone a whole lot of money. This sucks. I hate owing people money.

Was supposed to get up at 6-ish to follow Koko Maggie down to St Anne's church to help out with the family stall at the fun fair today, but I was toooooo too exhausted to even open my eyes before 8. By the time I had enough energy to open one eye at about 830, Carol was already on her way out of the house (I heard the door slamming shut) and I realised that I had to attend mass by myself. :( Set my alarm for 945 and went back to sleep. Figured I'd decide on what to do when I got up later. The stupid alarm woke me up, and I decided to try to make it for the 11am mass at SVDP. Trudged out of the house groggily at 1020, walked along the pavement half-asleep until I walked past a rubbish truck and the smell hit me. THEN. I woke up for real. Caught 70 at the bus-stop across the road, and started to panic 'cause I realised I had no idea where to stop. True enough, I got off the at the wrong stop - 2 stops too soon - and walked for 15 minutes in exasperation to church.

Cabbed to St Anne's after that and queued up for 45 freaking minutes for a packet of fried kway teow with Christian. As we were eating, I was trying to convince him to come to AC next year. Said we could go home together after school and his dad could pick him up after dinner. It made sense, actually, though it looks like I was spouting rubbish here. It started pouring just as we were clearing up. I hate walking around in jeans when it rains. The bottom gets so wet and icky and it's just daaaammmn GROSS. *shudders* Ugh.

Oh, OH... Stop thief, stop thief, stop thief!!! Hahaha... Jon's lines made me laugh too.



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