Grad Night. =/
Hello CX:
Well, Thursday was the end of O's. Well, we ended a day later, not complaining. Bleh. I was quite high before the paper. And I felt a random sense of emptiness, like as if I'd grow to miss the O's. There was a giant bee or something that was flying around in the canteen,
and everyone present stopped their last minute revision just to see it fly around and dive-bomb random people.
It
was quite a comical distraction, really.
Oh and I took pictures of our beloved CPE:
And after the paper, I took a picture of the sticker which defined my seat. It was vandalized by some bastard who thought he was being funny, and I think I know who is that, but fuck it:
I wrote something which defined me on a friend's table before, too, but not in pen. I wrote in pencil so that if that friend didn't like it, he could erase it. Not that he would, but that he has a choice. Now, I'm going to thank that guy who most probably reads this blog for being such a considerate soul. Thank you.
Other than this, I felt this whooping sense of euphoria. Oh wait, even when Mr. Ng was saying the prayers, I felt like I could at least relate to part of it. The part which said something along the lines of: It's been a long journey.
I forgot the exact words, but I felt that it applied to the bio people well. =/
It was fun. Seriously. Everyone was like dang high and stuff like that. Justin even said 'Whoa go home must surf 3hours of porn liao.'
Heh. No such option available for me )':
Had breakfast at Macs. Saw teachers, but didn't talk to them much. Then I went to stalk a male friend who was with his female friend at the library. Heh.
Then went home. On 156, I felt that slight tinge of regret. It was the last time I'd be sitting on the bus as an authentic student of Catholic High School. I know of many people who hates the school and I can't fathom why they have such sentiments, but that's not the p
oint. I love my school.
Well, I was getting a bit emotional so I went to sleep. And my hand somehow managed to fall from the position it was in(I forgot which position), and it hit some random girl in front of me. I think it ran through her hair.
Heh. Maybe it's her gravity. I don't know what dream I was having though.
Went home to shit and take my shower. And play Travian and Runescape. So after that, I wore my school uniform.
Then I realized that I needed the ticket for grad night, so I went WTF because I don't keep things well. For once, I wished that my table were less messy. Bleh.
Couldn't find it anyway. Called Nik for help and it wasn't much of a problem, so I went to take my train. Heh. My train leh.
Some primary school girls boarded the train. They were sitting
in a lot of chor lor positions and their skirts were dang short. I don't even want to see one lor. Not that I managed to accidentally see anything, but that I'm glad I kept my eyes away from them. I'm not so much of a paedophile as you think I am. Similarl
y, I'm not as sarcastic.
8 of them, sitting around, letting others rape them with their eyes. Not healthy. Blame the media. Blame the West.
Got to City Hall MRT station at like 5.35PM. Everyone who saw me wanted to whack me because I was the only one deliberately wearing school uniform. Everyone else dolled up, most styled their hair, blah blah. It was fun sticking out, but I felt like my friends wanted to strike me with their static electricity or something.
It was fun though, running away from CX and stuff like that. Maybe I haven't grown up yet. But ah well.
I was quite a hit at the dinner, because I stuck out. Duh. I mean, everyone was wearing something different, just like everyone else. By not changing, I'm attracting attention. Which was what I wanted, because I'm some attention seeking pile of shit. Because I feel insecure of my dick size, I want more attention on me. Hummmph. I don't really know the phonetic equivalent of that but that doesn't really matter.
And someone sabo-ed me to go up the stage to sing. It was embarrassing, seriously. I was OK with the attention I was getting already, but never mind. Anyway, someone told the live band that Alastair wanted to perform The Final Countdown. And I was pulled up the stage to face the music. Fair enough. =.=
So I stoned up there, unwilling to open up and start singing, while the light blinded me. I could make out teachers' faces, and all of them were laughing at me as if I were a fish T.T
It was fun though. I didn't sing. Maybe that'd be one of my life's greatest regrets.
Then we were sort of split into 2 groups, and I volunteered to be captain of my side. They named it Team Obama, and it soon changed to Team Rocket, because Obama believes in Change.
But it was really just because CX was lame and everyone else seconded and thirded and fourthed that opinion.
Oh shit. I forgot to mention that I sneaked up on WX and caused him to jump. I think(am quite sure) that I pissed him off there and then, because his legs hit the table quite hard. Sorry WX =/
Some random people came to stalk me. Another regret, because I couldn't entertain them. It was my grad night after all. Bleh. Sorry!
There's no longer any chronological order for this part of the post already. Rawr.
I've never liked taking pictures with people. But I did it with quite a few people. Heh:
No, I'm seriously grateful to Elgyn for taking a picture with me. (:
Heh. (:
Oh and the food wasn't that good. I'd say it was a scam for 75 bucks, but the sexperience was good so I guess it was worth it. Muahaha.
And the salmon was...exquisite to say the least. I love eating salmon, but there was this quality in the fish which repulsed me much. Urgh. Not exactly filling, but ah well.
Y!M!C!A!
We were supposed to stand up and flail our napkins around or something whenever we heard that song. We did it well most of the time. Team Rocket!
A lot of other stuff happened, which was rather boring yet amusing.
Heh then the sang the school song. Shouted myself hoarse, along with Team Ahmat's captain, Brian. Or Team Ahmet's captain, Bryan. I forgot which spelling. Bleh. Then released.
I don't want to say released. It wasn't compulsory in the first place. Pardon me for the lack of words. Let's just say that the banquet..ended. =/
Became dang hoarse after that.
Post-grad night:
Bowling. I managed to strike OK! We played 2 games, and I struck once per game. Heh. Improving. I remember that my virginity in the bowling arena was broken in Malaysia. Some holiday thingy. And I think I managed to strike once.
So out of the X bowling games, I only managed to strike 3 times. Heh. Turkey indeed.
Cat High owned Superbowl, seriously. Out of all the lanes occupied, all were taken by Cat High people.
The arcade, too. The pool tables were mostly occupied by Cat High people. Heh. Cats are supposed to be nocturnal after all. Bleh.
Took the taxi home with Hubert and Eric.
Eric alighted first, duh, followed by Hubert. I alighted one bus-stop away from Hubert. Heh. There was a lot of pessimism in the quest for paying the right amount of taxi fare. The 'also won't see you liao so must settle correctly' argument ensued.
Argh.
And I ran home after that. I was getting emotional, so I ran like 2 bus-stops. Quite fast. Heh. Then the lactic acid accumulation and oxygen debt I chalked up was immense. No stamina already. O's has that power.
And I received a message from Hubert. He never fails to make me smile with his SMSes. Fuck!
Hubert's love. He is fucking nice lah wahlau. Where got guys like that one. (:
He's my classmate for 4 years. (:
Love him. (:
This is completely random. I had a weird dream on Friday afternoon(I was sleeping at my ahma house).
I dreamt that I fell down some near vertical slope because I was trying to impress or obey someone. Then I got orders to walk in a general direction.
There was a school in that direction, and it was locked up and stuff like that. The only way out of the weird place was by going through the school. It had a wilderness feel to it(Runescape-style wilderness), in which anything could happen. I meant the place where I fell down to had that feel.
So it definitely wouldn't be a clever move to walk any longer distance than necessary.
The friends who were above entered the school from the main entrance while I tried to break in from the back. I guess this is part of Cat High culture, the break-in-back-to-school kind of thing.
Then the police came and I surrendered myself to a policewoman. She looked quite young and stuff like that, and my friends were captured by another bunch of policemen.
Don't know why, but she was solo-ing. We walked along the Cat High study area(I don't know how it warped into being CHS), and down some the stairs.
This was when a fat boy popped out. He started hurling insults at the policewoman, who was a Chinese-looking Malay. Being pissed(because I like the girl), I fired back at him and even threatened to bash him up. He threatened to bash me up, too. The policewoman simply walked away, telling me not to care. When she was out of sight, I smashed that guy's head into the railings.
In dreams, my motions all become dang slow and powerless. The fat boy said he was from some sumo club, and I think I knew I was dreaming already. I whacked him anyway.
Then after a lot of shit which I forgot, I think I thrashed him. Then he called his friends, and when I stepped into Cat High again, I had like a lot of people on me.
Then I woke up.
I'm already history in Cat High. I hope my legacy lives on, though. =/
Now, I intend to booze everyday. I don't even want to drink water anymore, alcohol would do just fine. Heh.
Time to lead a degenerative lifestyle. Not that I wasn't already.
-- 11/13/2008 04:22:00 PM