I IS BE DONE.

Muahaha. Look upon my beautiful work of art, which is not really mine, seeing that Mary made the template, and Mel did the photoshopping of the picture, BUT. Eh. I had to change the colour of the background and the size of the boxes and their positions and whatnot okayyyyy. Very hard to do one leh. Sniffs.

Okay the ACRES thing is looking up now that we have Stinky Man willing to sneak us into places illegally that we have help, though the design comm is pathetically small. How small?

1 person.

Me.

THAT small.

Of course, if mel joins me then it'll double its size, but I'm not saying anything, I grin and stare very hard at mel.

Oh, and I just realized that the logs i/c, stinky man, was the loser son of some people my parents know. Like remember remember remember? He's the toot one who liked clouds. For some absurd reason. He was telling us all about how loser he was.

Okay lah that was mean. He's not that loser anymore. Just really, really, really, really lame. And the reason I call him stinky man is totally not because, as per usual, I can't remember his name. Er. I can okay. Really. Er. Kinda lah. But I shall not embarrass myself by attempting to spell it. Yah. And he's stinky man cause he's super foul mouthed even though he's funny. And he's really random. I think we spent more time laughing at with him than discussing. Though he's also super pro at all the logs stuff. Haiyahz. Without him and cat we a bit the screwed only.

And stinky man says he'll lend me his photoshop cd so I can install the program (cause fireworks sucks like that), and we need tech-savvy people to help with website layouts and all that, which is also stinky man's job to scout for people. (Actually, it'll be stinky man's JOB, period, but he's too busy denying that he was ever a geek to do it. HA, nice try.)

And then we were happily eating at s11, when suddenly we realized that zhanghaoo was sitting behind us, and I nearly screamed, cause it's scary when your sec 2 chinese teacher, who practically made a living from screwing you for not doing work (er...technically she did...), suddenly appears behind you.

So me and cat started studiously not looking behind us, while siti and sharm and stinky man (alliteration!) totally ruined it by similarly studiously craning their necks like bloody tortoises and staring at her and some other chinese teachers there like they're aliens at a freak show. Not that she isn't, mind, but still. That's so inconspicuous. -.-

And towards the end of our meal, cat decided that it would be safe to look back, which she did. And then she squeaked. (A cat squeaking is quite oxymoronic, but then again, cat has always been kinda moronic. xD) Cause behind us was none other than the much loved *pukes*, much revered *pukes again* and much adored *pukes again*...

*drumroll*

LIWEIR.

Yes, THAT liweir. The xiao dan zhen me jin tian kan qi lai you dian bu yi yang, the ni men yao xiang li qir xue xi, the wan ting tong xue zuo de hen hao, the ke dai biao ah Liweir.

In such cases, you can either

1) Go up and say hi, or
2) Zhao.

Since neither me nor cat are masochistic imbeciles with the suicidal instincts of a depressed lemming, we decided to zhao. I think the teachers were wondering why there were suddenly two rj girls standing up and crab-walking out from their seat and then scuttling off into the opposite direction from the mrt (cause they're in the way mah) and leaving three highly gay idiots giggling at us from behind.

Ahwells.