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Friday, December 07, 2007

Okay havent had a proper entry since the ice age. (its been really cold this few days).

Lets start off with prom shall we. I met up with eugene first before heading down to the hotel lobby to meet up with the class peeps. Well besides me having to meet weiyun as well. And erm, her fren. her best fren in fact. I shall not expose their apparent motive to appear at the lobby, a very unthinkable one too haha.

The class came late so i went to entertain weiyun/or she entertained me i dunno, for awhile, while arguing whether i should put on my favourite SA tie. Weiyun was just saying how ugly the tie is while i just put it on regardless. I mean i dont give a damn to what she says rite HAHAHAHAHA.

While her fren turned and looked the other way the minute i came for 45 minutes. =(((((

Till they left. =(((((((((

But oh well. After that we saw streams of SA people coming in, with smart casual to very casual to retro. And people brought their own electronic flickering lights sunglasses. Quite cool. We went into the dining ballroom and the ambience was fabulous. At least so much so much nicer than the weddings i have served at grand hyatt. Of course its a different setting in a different occasion. Everyone was dressed in their best, and i was quite surprised many girls turned out to be lookers for the day.

Realised i said lookers for the day, cos u will never expect them to look as hip, well maybe their impression for people in sch might be quite geeky and nerdy. But oh well, as they say, the magic of the make-up pen can do wonders.

Prom is an occasion where food is secondary. Camwhoring is primary. Everyone after the 2nd dish, just congregated at the aisle and took as many pictures as they could. There was once where i had to take for a group of girls and all the girls apparently had cameras. So all 6-7 cameras flashed at the same time. U can imagine those celebrities when they hold advertising stuff then the reporters keep on clicking on their cameras the effect. Something similar. haha abit cool only.

For the first time in my life ( i dont care its my first time ), so many girls were taller than me due to their heels (cheaterbugs). I had to tip-toe to make up for it. Oh well i couldnt lose my pride for the night. HAHA.

Many didnt see my SA tie when they first saw me. But the 2nd time when they did u shld have seen their expressions.

"OMG SA TIE?!" hahahaha.

Clarence Tan ( cath high sec 4 also ) prom king. Amanda Chee Prom queen.

Then while everyone was at the hotel lobby lifts, you could hear everyone saying, "eh zouk. Lets go zouk, i going zouk, we going zouk"

It was an unofficial post-prom at zouk haha. But on our way of trying to head down to zouk, the msg started to spread that zouk's tickets were out. So everyone headed down MOS. MOS damn shiok la. Even though i know u cannot go there very often or u wld get bored of it. The turning thing was damn nice and the songs they played that night were not bad as well. And mos people just kissed whenever, wherever they want. Culture shock u might say, but oh well. I mean why u want to reject free entertainment while dancing rite.

Till about 3plus 4 MOS started playing some really bad techno that alot of people buay tahan and we just went out to chill. Went to play pool at bugis after that and we went home feeling damn tired.


Shall blog about the class gathering at selvan's hse yest soon.

And my class people had such big reactions about my earhole. Okay earholeS. Queer.

It created so much mayhem about the letter "i".
It created so much discussion about the mere mention of "i".
Unthinkable.
You were such a mystery in my life.
How i wished i could tell you about it.
That so many people were concerned about your presence hahaha.
More like the kaypohs, or the true/false friends of mine.
"Ask me out? what for? haha obviously not!"
"Date ------ la, you both get along so well! haha"
NOT!
Its okay, i will slowly take my time to make you say yes. =)


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