Thursday, September 27, 2007

Store outing rocked balls!

WOOT WOOT WOOT

Had work on Thursday morning till 4. The first attachment partner came late, but he was cute so all was forgiven. LOLS. Then Fad left and the attachment MOD came in. I tell you, he is the lepak-kest MOD I've ever met. Funny ah. Then three partners from Eastpoint (hmm, I wonder why) came and I got to clock out at four-ish.

I'm in love with Paolo Nutini.

Me and Shiks waited for Jossie and Romel. Then we cabbed to ECP. Reached in like, less than half an hour. Coolness.

I realised I haven't been to ECP in ages. I remember when the Beach Buddies ( Nas, Husna, Zahd, me ) used to be sorta regulars and cycle there. I would always eat the mee bandung at the coffee shop near the Macs. Enak sungguh.


Spotted Boss and his tents from miles away. Hahaha.

Sat at the waterbreak and took stupid emo shit photos. Then Izzy decided to be gay primadonna photographer and ordered all of us to pose for him. I had to do a Roxy shoot, which Jossie said was more like a Playboy shoot. I refuted that because I was fully clothed after all. Eh, leaning on rocks is physically daunting ah bloody hell.

Wanz drew Boss in the sand. Boss with longer hair and fins. HAHA.

Digression. FUCK I have lessons from 9am to 6pm next block. PANTATS.

Anyhoo.


Then we broke fast. Ate all sorts of nonsense. Bee hoon goreng, fish and chicken nuggets, cookies, brownies, sambal belachan, sausages, blah blah. Zul came! He ate Nasi Lemak Power (or something) that his mum bought for him. Super cute ah.

Then we played very camp-ish games, courtesy of Boss beloved. We played Pass It On (which involves passing rubber bands on toothpicks - using our mouths), Birthday (all of us squeezed on the stone bench and had to arrange ourselves in the order of which we were born), Treasure Hunt and Shrinking Island.

THE BOBS VS THE DEANS! HAHAHHAHAA. Funny sia.

It was apeshit fun ah. The Deans won in the end but it's okay! It's okay it's alright go Bobs go Bobs fight fight fight.

Then we just sat around, told ghost stories. In the end, the overnighters were me, Shiks, Yana, Nurul, Izzy, Irman, Boss, Neng, and Fish. Nice cozy group. Played card games, finished off the food.

WE GOT ASSAULTED BY A STORM. Survived it due to our Black Hawk Down-ish efforts. Boss ah! Nonsense.

FREAKING COLD I was shivering right up to my teeth.

Pictures soon. Kay? I have to resize them. Sorreh.

I'm going to miss Fad and Boss. Seriously.

Reached home at 10am. After our (Yana, Izzy, Irman and me) futile efforts to hail a cab, I called and finally got through after 10 " Sorry, our customer service lines are all busy. Please hold on and we will attend to you shortly. " and three full songs. GRAHHHH.

Took two Panadol Extras to knock myself out and prevent any flu bug from soaking in the rain, woke up at 5 and got ready for work. Closing mah.

Thought Fish bubbled us, but he turned up in the end.

Fad, don't be too stressed lah. Keep singing!





And I'm happy. Four consecutive nights, he called.

That's all. Photos next. Cheers.

@ 10:07 PM

SYAF I AM

Okay, so I'm this girl right.

Who had big plans to change the world.
When I was young, I wanted to be either a zoologist, veterinarian or pilot.
I wanted to travel and help eradicate poverty.

And then when this girl grows up, she's all like, fack that!
She becomes guilty of things she never thought she'd have done.
She meets people of all shapes and sizes, some beautiful, some downright fugly.
Both inside and outside.
She becomes acquainted with some things called failure and commitment.
She realises love is as elusive as, perhaps, weight loss.

I let my inner demon out through my art.
Enjoy.

Y

SYAF LOVES

green eyes on hot guys, red and purple shoes, pepper and cream puffs, lincoln park at midnight
sitting on carpark roofs talking nonsense, meaningful silences, chewy cookie bits in vanilla ice cream
chocolate icing, shopping till my legs give out, smiling at random people, thinking about stuff

N

SYAF HATES

panadol or whatever pills for that matter, retarded nails, losing my voice, being broke
bananas, my thighs and big ass, man boobs, seeing something i really like but discovering that it costs a bomb


SYAF WANTS

levi's jeans, pimple cream, fake lashes, hair dye, a bigger paycheque, M&Ms
new specs, and possibly a hotass guy to sweep me off my feet

YOU SAY


THERE YOU GO.

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{} ilyana
{} nurul
{} syaf
{} jocelyn
{} laila
{} aiman
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{} friend
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