Omg. O levels out yesterday. I was freaking out, and at the same time, I was really chill. Cause first I had to do HH house party decor (which wasn't even used in the end - grrrrr), so me and Mel went to gay at the back of the D&T room in rg, which I seriously missed. Then Gengen came to school and found us, and she showed us the crached softball bat and tried to teach me to swing the damn thing. Tried, being the key word.

Then Ballball rolled in after she, the intelligent person, failed to find her SISTER in the canteen, which is not really possible since the canteen is really, really small. But This Is Bel We Are Talking About. Normal Rules of Sanity Do Not Apply.

Then me and bel played with the spray paint, and got our hands in various shades of blue, red and black with many thanks to the spray paint, while Melmel was doing her notebooks and gen, as per usual, was gaying around.

Then (I realized that I'm using a lot of thens) Lickie finally arrived, and after we finished up 5 crests, we zhaoed off to look for teachers, who were found in the following order:

1) Moley, who is looking actually decent with her shorter hair. It de-emphasizes her mole, I think. Of maybe it's just the lack of her normal sadako appearance.

2) Chenchen, who was teaching. We wanted to barge into her class, but she glared at us threateningly, and, despite christabel being with us, we had enough self-preservation skills to retreat.

3) Sandy Leow, who made the talk to the hand gesture at us. As a result, we made the Talk to the Elbow (cause you're not even worth the hand) back at her. x)

4) Thiocky! Man I missed thiocky. He is still as shy as ever, and we were ahahahaha making so much fun of him.

5) Random teacher who looked like cow, then when we barged into the classroom, we realized that he was not, in fact, cow. Embarassment ensues. It's the hair, I say. Both of them have hair that looked like they were putting hair gel on and suddenly thought of their lessons for the day and proceeded to tear their hair out.

6) Mrsch ew, who was, sadly, in a bad mood. Stupid sec 2/3(?)s. Hello, last year we were such a nice class the previous batch managed to crash her lessons okay. We even planned out our crashing:

All: *walk into class*. HI. SORRY WE'RE LATE. WE DIDN'T HEAR THE BELL.
Mrsch ew: Huh?
All: Eh what worksheet is it ah? Worksheet 2? Sorry Mrsch ew we don't have the worksheet. Damn. Must have forgotten to bring it. Do you have extras?

And when she asks questions, give stupid answers. Like U + I = 69. Cough cough.

7) Debby tan, who gave us her little speech. It's always so cliched. Like, she only has these few lines. What we have received, we must give. We must make use of our opportunities. Welcome back. Once an rgs girl, always an rgs girl. Must carry ourselves and our school u with dignity. Sighs.

8) Shirleyyy tan, who, despite her claims of trying not to bore us, did not really succeed. It's just that she's boring when she doesn't speak, and not any better when she does.

And oh yes. Results. Well. I was indecently unmoved by my results, considering how much shit my nerves gave me before I saw them. But some people were seriously upset, and then it's always so @$#*)@%$#@, cause you want to comfort them and dunno what to say. Zach was right. O level results release is the emo-est day in the whole of sing.

Oh, before results, we met up with Cat at far east burger king, which was a miracle in itself, since cat was, like, HUH. Where's BK? We were, like, cat, you're in far east now. Go look for it yourself. If you get lost, call us. We'll get you a map. XD YAYYY KITTY IS GAY.

Then after that, we went for house party, where we wrestled with the wind at the dunno-the-name place where you go immediately after getting off the taxi, and finally relocating off to the canteen to make torches. After which we went off to the LT to paste the stuff up, where we enlisted the help of tall people, aka fuginn and some other person whose name I dunno. Another in Zach's realmein group. Booray or linky I think.

WHILE OTHER PEOPLE, THE SLACKERS, PLAYED CARDS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LT AND LAUGHED AT US. *stares*

Then after that we played cards too, and I got this gorgeous combi, like omg a straight flush? I almost screamed when I arranged the cards. Naturally I won that round.

We went down a while after the party started, but since it's like super boring, we went back up and stoned there in the comfort of the air con. We played cards, and got totally owned by Mao and Zach, who were collaborating, Mao with what Zach calls his Malaysian Luck and Zach with looking at Mao's cards. Then Fuginn was thinking up of stupid FORFEITS *glares*.

Ahahaha it was super fun. After a while we progressed to telling stupid lame jokes (and bullying belbel). Yayy and the gay levels were like thick in the air and we were generally being ghey until we got chased downstairs for food.

Fun right. Yayyy yesterday was such a gay day. I got like super high, just going down to far east with the old gang and talking to cat on the phone and teasing her about getting lost. And like eating in long johns again and drinking champagne grape blended ice with pearls. x) I MISSED 408. OH EIGHT OH SIX. THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

We put up cny decor today, which was basically two pairs of pictures that looked like firecrackers. -.- And my gran sent over new year clothes, and I'm, like, uhhh. I'm supposed to wear those?

D00d, just because 1) I detest pink and 2) I abhore dresses, does not = I detest ONLY pink dresses and I'll accept black dresses and psychedelic pink pants. What kind of idiotic logic is that? I dumped everything on my sister, who, unfortunately, has the lack of taste to adore both pink and anything frilly and lacy.

The only frilly/lacy things I look at are lingerie when shopping for people's birthdays.

Coughs. Okay ignore that. grins. Dad's back. I shall zhao.