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Friday, March 10, 2006

because everyone started this way, i shall start this way too:

OBS ROCKED.

was in raffles, and my watch was pretty okay, i guess. got HL as scandalous instructor, and cindy as scandalous instructor-in-law. most of the time we were mixing with raleigh, engaging in stupid ovaltine and milo talks. was in super slack mobile, our expedition was really slack. trekked for one hour, kayaked for three hours.

anyway, i am sorry to some people for tahaning my singing this five days. cos i'm listening to wang li hom now (even though he isn't THE MAN) and i suddenly realize that he sings much better than me! nevermind, i am not disheartened. i will eat more myojo instant noodles and become the star of tomorrow. (i actually like OBS food because it's junk food and i like junk food. okay, i confess, i like all food.)

actually obs was more of sing and dance session to me lah. wasn't really that tough, we had lots of time to act boyband and accompany people to watch shooting stars. but in obs i really couldn't run for some unknown reason, and i walk damn slow like a taitai.

and i have to say this. OBS stimulates brain cells. i bet it's because the sandflies bite, but they don't bite your brain. wahlao i came up with so many things during OBS, if i cannot be singer, be songwriter also can.

ohyes. i am damn sad because i didn't get to sing wu ding with instructor-in-law in the end! i am so attractive that she rather sing with me than instructor. but i think we embarrassed instructor and instructor-in-law quite a lot today, singing all the moonlight songs. and instructor is quite a poor kid lah, he ended running away from me in the end. tsk, so sad, scarred for life.

and i think instructor quite jealous. cos i write (formal) letter to instructor-in-law, never write to him. but i write so many songs for him to sing to instructor-in-law so actually i am quite fair.

OBS is major bitching session also. bitched about best friends and the friendless. and OBS motivates me to want to talk to a blade of grass.

and prickly heat rocks! makes me feel so oohlala inside.

OBS makes you lose touch with writing. i think this post is really quite crap.

heaven on earth
8:38 pm