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(Wednesday, December 28, 2005-)
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# 30th-
hey
okay reconfirm ah, the gathering is on the 30th 30th 30th.
my address is 6 holland grove terrace, maybe can meet together at dover mrt or jelita cold storage first then walk. or just take cab lah haha.
yah its a sleepover too so you can bring pillows if you want. i'll be renting some movies and my friend taught me this game thats a cross btwn charades and taboo thats quite fun.
anyway PLS RSVP either msg me or emme or paste on tagboard coz i will be cooking, so if you want to ensure there will be food for you, rsvp hor. merry christmas and happy new year
-amyseow
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(Saturday, December 24, 2005-)
+5:03 PM]*
# New Year-
Hey everione,
this place is as dead as the turkey on ur Xmas dinner table... anyway... im here to announce that THE AMY has left us...
FOR MALAYSIA!!!
so she asked me to help her publicise her New Year Party gathering at her place (before i march off to my doom in jan)... then at first she set on 29th Dec... but seems like 30th Dec better... so tentatively 30thDec... if more pple can make it on 29th then PLS SAY...
ok Merry Xmas EVERIONE!!!
P.S: my xmas sucks this year
sam
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(Thursday, December 22, 2005-)
+11:36 PM]*
# Settler's Cafe-
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(Friday, December 09, 2005-)
+11:28 PM]*
# PROM-
hey i've created an online album for all of us to use. so please upload there and share the joy of your pics! its at webshots,
username glitzyritz
(its not cheesy okay) and
password same as our blog password.
if this album fills up, then use username glitzyritz2, password is same as well. must download the webshots desktop software, but trust me its a breeze to use. try to upload full size hor then we can grab the high-res shots from each other. tech idiots pls call 97843*** for technical support.
somehow the pics dont really adequately capture the spirit of last night, hope that the vibrant memories will stay with us forever
FASTER UPLOAD HOR
amyseow
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(Wednesday, December 07, 2005-)
+11:26 PM]*
# money matters-
hey pple... juz to let u guys noe... i've officially closed e cls funds... so tt means... no more asking of $$ from me cuz... there's no $$ left! pls take note of this.. yuppz... ttz all... haf fun at prom tmr pple! =)
-ur beloved cls treasurer, signing off for e last time... (next time it'll just be me! haha..)
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(Tuesday, December 06, 2005-)
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# prom rm-
eh guys... this thurs rite... i gotta check in at ritz at 2pm k. so i'll check in wif shiwei first. den u all meet somewhere near eat first? at 2.20 liddat (if no delay), i'll call u all den u come up a few at a time lor. SAMUEL is in charge of meeting the guys at marina or somewhere near at 2pm. so every1 contact him. i'll meet shiwei earlier.
LASTLY and most IMPORTANTLY... BRING MONEY!!!!!!! 29 each k! i absorb 1 dollar. hahahah.. exact change if u can!! i'm not a coin machine..
e girls go call stacy. heard she's checkin in at 1pm. kiasu. haha. jk :P
aloy aloy aloy aloy... wootz... bored..
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(Saturday, December 03, 2005-)
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# Party Time!! haha-
Yo ppl! tmr u all can come anytime after 5 la k. anyway, for instructions on how to come.. refer to e last post k.. when u reach the bus stop, just call my hse at 64676289.. my hp no talk time le. haha. or u can try to remember wat e map looks like and just walk in...
For those who wanna play table tennis rite.. bring a couple of bats, i only have 2 i tink.. den come earlier at 5 to play? dark alrdy quite hard to play... no light. haha. Those bringing food pls dun forget...
anyway, i'll be ordering some curry chicken in a bun thingy.. and i made konyaku jelly ribena flavour.. yep.. so those ppl on diet, stop dieting for 1 day... anyway, u eat alrdy den i can lend u my mum's oto trimax belt thingy. wahahaha... so just come and eat... yep yep.. seeya peeps!
Aloy Aloy Aloy...
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(Friday, December 02, 2005-)
+4:06 PM]*
# 75 wargames-
29 november, tuesday.
to think i was the first guy to be there. the girls were already busying themselves in the girl's toilet, obviously filling up water bombs, but not many people know about it at all. well, at least those who weren't supposed to know didn't know. while the rest did.
the wait was really boring. i tried to sleep on the class bench, after having hit the streets in the morning for a movie already, but i simply can't ignore elaine and weilin walking over, which was excitement itself already. liyu didn't exactly welcome me into the girls' toilet to help out, which is really quite an ironical thing on hindsight. then the two SAT boys (haven't you heard? the newest and hottest boyband in town) came in their characteristic brown sack attire, which all their fans loved for all these years. what were they doing in the library just now?? obviously, they aren't called the SAT boys for nothing.
it was really, really freaking late. the average person was late by half an hour. and anyway, if they came, it was achievement already. anyway, well done 75! most people in our class are achievers after all.
it started raining though, first a drizzle, then a rain. we became progressively wetter in the field, but we didn't expect ourselves to get any wetter, i suppose, which is again an irony. we retreated to the shelter to talk rubbish, and observed as steam rose from the ground, and some even thought it was fumigation, but it did look it. finally, it was clear enough and we hit the hot fields to play!
captain's ball-basketball fusion anyone? it's quite nice i don't have to be the captain again, since being tall is prime excuse to put me out of the running field. the poor nets have to take this dubious honour for me. the teams did feel awfully imbalanced, as for once of only a few rare times, the team i'm in is actually scoring more points than huishan. sorry samuel, but i didn't really explicitly say that you suck. somehow i thought that we should modify the rules so that simply hitting the board will score, since we will just keep on rebounding until the cows come home. soon there were more and more people joining us, red-haired emmeline and purple-haired stacy, who is ever so excited whenever she catches the ball and starts asphyxiating again. and of course, jian an who's back from cruise and looks paler than ever.
so the girls soon went off, presumably to check the hall but didn't. the guys sat down at the canteen floor while watching samuel and jian an quarrel their way to the vending machines. so now you know what we were doing. we were just missing the popcorn.
round 1
we REALLY wanted to play monkey in the central plaza, but richmond really didn't dare to taupok uncle chong, who will be easily pwned. anyway, the cakes were out and we were singing happy birthday at the class bench. some of us slipped away to grab our first few water bombs and started bombing the SAT boys! most notable in this round is weidi's 3-hit combo chasing matthew down the central plaza. that was serious ownage man.
round 2
oh no, the water bombs are exhausted! but the red buckets holding them can be filled AND RE-filled! so there was a frenzy of filling and emptying on others. soon the craze was to use cold water from the water cooler. i got an icy splash down the corner, and in the process lost grip of my own bucket! that was almost a kill to aloysius teo. gratuitous destruction, folks. somehow, samuel loves getting his ass stripped, and that was what happened, to the clicking of many cameras and the excitement of many XX genotypes, when samuel was half-naked when milton and i drowned his dryness to death, dissipating the crowd and leaving a wake of destruction and ... OMIGOD WET HAIR!!!
live report from the scene - elaine: "look! we can see his buttcrack! (just a little bit though)"
round 3
there were more betrayals of buckets of water, but the ultimate motive of the Y chromosomes was to wet the XXs, who cleverly used their estrogens to think of a plan - sit at our bags!! which is really clever, until we began blatantly stealing away our bags from under their noses. i got hold of anything that holds water - a stray water bottle on a class bench, which i used as my weapon of choice. then the girls decided to flee to their sanctuary, which was supposedly and moral-wise, sacred grounds which are not meant to be violated. so there the siege began. at first, the girls were inexperienced to the art of war, and frequently visited the lair's entrance, only to be met with splashes of water and maniacal laughter. some of us even treaded on holy grounds, only to be met by the repulsive screams of the sirens and holy spirits within. light flicks also triggered more screams. huishan watched all these action intently, with no one even thinking of touching her. see? i wanna be a reporter next time. suddenly, the girls decided to rush us, only to get hopelessly ambushed and drenched in water. and only emmeline ran around, getting soaked up all the way, until she was one wet mess in the central plaza where she gave up. so we thought there had to be some sort of ceasefire.
round 4
when we thought it was enough, there were evil plans brewing to strip matthew the birthday boy. and boy does he scram ahead fast! all types of flanking maneuvres, direct head-on chases, and stealth techniques have resulted in failure. from the auditorium entrance to the tennis courts, loop around the right to the chinese high arc down the road to the bus stop, we could only choke at the dust clouds he left behind. we were beat, and news arrived from the battlefront we abandoned (being not very experienced warriors ourselves) that we were really beaten this time! our bags have been stolen and taken hostage in the girls' toilet!
round 5
we had to abandon matthew for now and run back to the XX battlefront. this time, we were desperate for our bags and really wanted to get them back, but we know we can't do it unless the girls have their fun pwning us with water. there were even plans to do stripteases in the toilet, but it's really a bad idea to meet XX with XXX. besides, we're not that cheap stuff. again, we turned off the lights and on again, exchanged some water blows, but this time the girls were smarter and have gained two level-ups over the course of just now's battle. our strikes were much more surgical and we had to do a lot more strategic hiding in corners to avoid getting hit or screamed at. suddenly, we were met with new technology in weapons - wet tissue bombs which are barely explosive, water with added alkalinity to boost lubrication (i have no idea what the girls were thinking), and even sanitary pads with pink excreta/protective zones (we really can't tell)! are we going to go all the way down low to throwing up our underwear in sacrifice of this unholy war? or should we have made explosive condoms instead? either way, our desperation and 'tactics' and experiences in computer games have led us to make one final rush - the lights went off, on again, and there we rushed into a headlong of screams which were absolutely deafening. jian an rushed into the bags, deep into the unholy lair, risking all his chastity and being as sacrilegious as sacrilegious could have been, and threw our loot back out. the girls retaliated, splashing water in all directions, and the ceiling light was smashed down. it was a total war zone. and it was also the atomic bomb which signalled the end of the war. there was a ceasefire for good, and we regained our bags in peace. but there was one reason why our ipod nanos, wallets, cameras and 24k gold (i dunno who has) have risked wetting, breakage and loads and loads of collisions being thrown about.
round 6
so the supposedly stealthy, afraid-to-lose-his-chastity matthew has gone up to return some keys at the HUI SUO (TM). we lay in wait of our fruit, dying to peel it open, because the stomium has failed to develop. the girls thought i gave a really lengthy account of why matthew deserves to be bonned, but it was quite true that if he didn't draw us away and kindly got raped after our battle of the toilet, we won't have to bear sanitary pads and wet tissue bombs which didn't explode, on our faces. we thought he may have gone down by another stairway, knowing very absolutely well our character, which meant he WILL kana hong. sadly, he did come down the same stairway he went up from, and there we were, progressively pouncing up on him and pinning it down the stairs. the beast morphed and required nine men to get down, but there was simply no way out for his shirt. we pulled its hand out and it stuck it back into the sleeve hole. we pulled its head out and it looped its own head back into the collar. there was simply no way out until we confused him and pulled his limbs and got out the shirt almost entirely, until the right arm which remained contorting and twisting to prevent complete stripping - of the shirt only. all attempts at pulling off the pants have been met with ultimate disgust, of discovering a safety knot which acted as a chastity belt. the best part was that the beast itself called for its own rest breaks, and being really tired ourselves, we actually obliged.
*****
after what felt like a shower and a change, with most of us having wet hair and many of us having wet underpants, and even more people having swampy, marshy shoes and feet, we happily hit the streets!
so dinner was not so eventful, except that the girls did find us a long bench of seats which united everyone, which was great. carine, clean and sparkly, white and spunky, came along and greeted us with out-of-place sunshine. little did she know, she was talking to a bunch of crazy monsters who battled each other over territory, holiness and 24k gold just 2 hours ago, and she said she doesn't like ball games. who said we were playing ball games.
so after that we were led by zp with a truckload of pool tickets, and went to lucky plaza to play pool. initially i wanted to write this silly account that same night, hence i wanted to go home early. i also wanted to play ps2 and have a good rest all in one, but it was really impossible when i was enthused into playing "just for a little while lah" and couldn't stop until we had to. you see, if not because i gave samuel a piece of my mind, telling him he's very desperate to win and supposedly breaking his fragile little heart, i wouldn't have planned to stay to play another game with his team so that i can swallow up all his 'yess' and 'shits' all the while making silly aiming mistakes myself and letting him win.
but ultimately, i just didn't care.
finally, we closed at 10.30, and so did lucky plaza and the rest of the world, as encapsulated by the ever-bustling, supposedly never-sleeping town all us immature youngsters love to hunker around in, as everywhere in the complex we turned, we were met with closed doors that never open, even if you use a chainsaw. so we got desperate and started running, to avoid last place in the game of amazing race. but no matter how hard we ran, we would be first place and last place at the same time, because we would be able to get home at around the same time as if we didn't run and just walked amidst the raining landscape. through drizzling streets, darkened tunnels and lifeless underground walkways, we squeezed amongst equally home-bound people, into subways and buses.
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# samuel's birthday!-
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getting ready the cake
