my uber fun fri, and my pierced finger;
Ms Huang is officially Mrs Wong!
which is so weird, her being Mrs Wong that is, i dont think i can ever get use to Mrs-ing her!
hmm.
and yes! i totally didnt get a pink dress
shoot me if pink isnt my colour, but yeah! while browsing at Far East, nothing pink caught my eye.
ohwells! and oh, FarEast was funnyk, cause MatHead totally got pranked by the Turkish ice-cream guy and it was hilarrriouuuss.
AH!
hahahaha. admirer 101 and admirer 102. :)
(okay fine, before joseph kills me, there is nothing between these two. (or so we all like to think. HAHA.))
crazy specs that ChinMeng&Zong Wei got.
funkyfunky!
speaking of which, there was this flea shop selling it at 29.90, tsk.
overpriced much i tell you.
and a super candid shot which turned out nice.
khiu thinks im posing against some billboard advert.
haha.
chinmeng? billbord model? never. :)
ohhkay. enough about models and whatnots, post-ms huang's event!
we went to Clarke Quay, and it was funfunfun!
Fri felt so surreal, it was as though we were entitled to living the high life for once.
dressed up, attended wedding, went to Clarke Quay, had a wonderful dinner, chilled out, great company, yupp. my Fri was splendid!
Clarke Quay's such an exceptionally great place to chill!
i love the wind. and the sunset. and the lovely bursts of colour from all directions.
i love how the light reflects off the water, and beams off the snazzy coloured buildings,
i lovelovelove the colour combi on the buildings especially! haha.
yupp! the happy people!
anyway! we went to The Pump Room (ooh. quivers with excitement)
it was so superly decked out, and we were gushing over the interiors and the likes.
food was great, service was above average, and the company was deliciously entertaining.
even though they kept gluing their eyes to the huge screens outside telecasting the Olympic opening, we had many good moments of laughter.
And Joseph was the drunkest despite not drinking at all.
okay fine, i concede. he's on 24/7 kuku mode. and ohh, it was so cool, cause we were all arts fac kids! heh, save for Khiu, you psuedo-artsfac.
Speaking of Joseph, the Ngee Ann FSV crew approached him today to film a Gibson commercial along Haji Lane, got a calafare part, but still!
hopefully the advert will be telecasted, cause it'll be fun to see him on screen!
joseph, telly = hilarious.
ahh okay, digression.
and see! told you the interiors were pretty.
we had that cooolios silver thingy above our heads.
no wait, im making us sound like aliens.
i mean, we had that structure above our tables, and it was so pretty!
Rachel and I, happpyyy people!
and okay, so they, (rach.jospeh.calvin) stood outside staring at the screen for idunnohowlong, waiting for Singapore to appear (ohgosh. we were 188 out of 205 countries.) Khiu and I were, not willing to stand, and so we walked to this bridge to sit and talk.
really nice, the convo and the wind, but then, fatigued whacked us and ohmygosh. it was so hard not to snooze there.
and i think everyone was tired after the immensely long day then when the guys took a pic later, Calvin, being the Mat.
Immediately squatted to fill up his quota for the day.
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Today, i went over to Joseph's church for his service, the guys from Parachute Band were there.
and i must say, the service was not too bad! :)
really great sound system, and talented musicians they have,
and okay random.
i think Pasir Ris is really nice, (yesyes Rach, flaunt your two B&J's) except that it is STILL TOO FAR.
and therefore, i conclude that it is an ulu-hip place.
and ohmygosh, i busted my finger, sort of.
you see, i had the kiap-kiap hairclip in my hair, and on the train, i decided to take it out.
okay, so with the left hand, i took it out of my hair, and proceeded to press it open to clip it on my bag.
somehow, the clip manage to spring out of my hand, and by a stroke of luck, this small metal piece pierced my finger.
and the stupidclip was STUCK in my finger.
owwww.
and i tried to pull it out, and horror of horrors, it wouldnt budge.
i was super afraid that i would bleed profusely or something, and so i continued to tug on the clip, and it wouldnt move. at all.
freaky deaky.
thank goodness i could alight at Kallang, and with some maneuvering of the clip, i managed to slide it out of my finger.
major ouch.
but wells, im okay now.
and im so okay that. im gonna blackmail the guitar pres.
yes gen, YOU.
cause i still remember how you held my bag hostage.
and i remember the stupid convo about how i will change your umbrella into gold so that it'll make my bag super heavy and so you wont steal it, and how you countered that it was a free umbrella, so it wouldnt matter.
HAHA.
we are such goons at times.
