since the Chinese Mafia invaded my picture mailbox,
here's a cont' from VPW! (Vic-Pris's Wedding!)
Well yeah, for starters, we obviously cannot let the guys take credit for dressing up and looking nice and yadda.
(note to self: cannot overindulge in praises lest they have an ego-boom)
so here's a picture of some of the girls who turned up, looking spiffy!
At the end of the dinner, the wedding bug got to us, and we mostly clamoured (why. glam-ly of course.) on stage, and yanked a couple of roses out,
the flowers were amazing.
a deep red, in full bloom, really really pretty flowers!
AND LOOK WHAT WE DID TO IT!
hahaha. spoilers of all things Romantic i say. (:
Well, in any case, *ref to post below*
We all got into the mood of camwhoring, especially the guys.
and somehow, in the midst of capturing kooky pictures,
i clicked the shutter button, and THIS. HAPPENED.
hahaha, i actually like the picture, cause it's super natural. (Wait. what does that say bout' him?)
And yeah! His eyes are a funny cross-eyed style.
HAHAHA.
Okay,okay, so we were trying to capture each other's candid shots, this is what mine turned out like,
a pity it's kinda blur, cause i think it would have turned out funny.
heh.
***
why everyone should take the A's
for one, it brings out a certain ounce of creativity in oneself,
if i may say so myself!
HAHAHA.
but seriously, what better way to take your mind off Mathematics, then doodling?
it's amazing really, cause you just sit there. and draw.
for twenty mins.
really cleanses the system. (of Maths)
and i dunno, helps you envision your future life partner?
aye.
whatever it may be,
JUST. DOODLE. (:
***
Believe it or not?
That's our camp theme for this year, and believe it or not?
Camp's hitting our shores TMR.
aye!
superdupermegaloads excited about it!
HAHA.
and whoopeedo, i get to co-lead the 6-7 year old BOYS.
ohmygosh.
1. they're boys. enough said.
2. i have to wash the toilets with them on Sat during Operation D.U.S.T
3. they. are. boys.
4. and young. and squeaky.
5. coolios max. i have to bunk in with them.
AND THEY ARE BOYS!
mygosh. i pray that no young kid decides to:
pee halfway/ poo halfway/ do a chokeslam on each other halfway at night/ leap off the beds thinking oh wow! i can fly! / think it'll be funny to terrorize ME.
and the thing that scares me the most?
boys are hyperactive.
no wait, understatement.
they are like, turbo-charged-battery-pack-at-10000%-efficiency-*bam!*-active.
(oh look. im starting to get attuned to their lingo here.)
but whatever the case, believe it or not? i should be able to deal with a bunch of sweaty boys, aye.
gonna count on my leaders and fellow co-leader to HELP ME.
hahahha.
in any case,
im pumped for this camp!
WHOOHOO.
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let's eat fancy schmansy,
actually, this is more of a shoutout to Charmainey,
hahaha.
the picture is meant to umm.
motivate your mouth to hurryhurry heal itself, by reminding your brain of all the solid food that you're missing out on.
HAHAHA.
gosh.
leaps in logic, definitely.
but in any case, get well soon okay, then we can all go eat fancy schmansy-lee.
remember our date with Steph!
(sorry no hotel. thanks.)
GET WELL SOON, and i hope you can still play for tmr!
