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19.11.07


This is the war that's never won.

I see you, prettyface.
Well, hello, I know you have been waiting patiently for today's post.

Made two trips to school because I was ignorant.
We have had drama sessions almost everyday, and the scene that I have to act out with the chosen few for Open House Day is damn hard.
It's action-packed, and I don't wanna break somebody's bones or something.
I went to the noticeboard at the canteen toilet before drama with Shaun to look at our classes for 2008.
I'm in 3D, and I'm glad, because I'm taking Literature and Art.
Gothic rock songs do help quite a bit, and everything else that evokes emotion.
Even apple juice with aloe vera cubes in it.
My class looks fun, with all the popular people in it.
But still, there will be a few disputes popping up here and there, because we've got most of the strong personalities in the level.
Like me.
And Sheren.
And Justin Chew.
And Alvin Wan.
And Charmaine Ang.
And Zhipeng (hahaha).
And Justin Koh.
And Justin Koe.

But the excitement shall be mine to feel next year.
Went to Angel's house in a cab (reluctantly, but heck, I'm too lazy to take bus) and ate lunch there.
Being at her house makes me feel at ease, because everyone there is funny.
It's a mad household with loads of food to eat.
The cat nap was nice too, no one to disturb me.
I listened to Estee talk while Angel was in the shower.
So I dozed off for 10 minutes.
When I woke up, they were taking pictures of me sleeping on the bed.
There they stood giggling until I hit Estee on the thigh .. and they kinda giggled some more.
Yeah, Thomson Plaza had been our destination, but we changed it to Island Creamery.
Angel and I had coke floats, with Nutella and Cookies&Cream ice cream.
Later we went to Auntie Eliza's new hairdresser shop.
Uncle John was really hospitable, and we got to eat sweets and some signature kueh lapis.
Talked about hairstyles and all, since Angel and I have been wanting to get new haircuts already.

WEDNESDAY.
1.OO PM.
AT ELIZA.
DON'T BE LATE ANGEL.
UNCLE JOHN'S GONNA "RELAX" MY HAIR.
HAHAHAHA.
I AM LIKE, SIBEH EXCITED.
WE SHALL STRUT OUT OF THE SALON LIKE FASHION MODELS.
OH YEAAAAH! <3

I just realised that when we get older, you do all sorts of stuff which help you show affection for your favourite people in more memorable ways.
Like ... Angel's my best friend. (HANAH YOU DOGGY!)
And it's gonna be our first haircut together.
It may seem kiddy to you, reader, but that's how friendship bonds last longer.
I love this week.
It has been sooo ANGEL-ic.

HAHAHA.
Love ya, best friend.
xoxoxoxoxo!