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-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
-19 years 1.2 months-
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Friday, September 07, 2007, 10:35 pm
It's me again.At the end of a massive mugging week, I finally get the time and the mood to sit down and blog. Haha. This week was supoosed to be a one week holiday, our September holidays before Term 4.
HAHAHAHAHA.
Erm, what holidays? I went back to school EVERY day, from Monday to Friday, which is today, both for extra lessons and extreme mugging sessions. As a matter of fact, I'm now part of a very special gang: the Muggers' Gang.
Members: Me
Glennda
Hema
Zhe Yuan
Shi Yun
Tommy
and a host of others, but we are the regulars.
We met to plunk ourselves down at the PD block tables with our coffee, our notes and our (soon departed) motivation to study whenever we could. Lots of things happened during our cramming period, a particularly memorable incident involving Tommy and his lunch which I will not mention here.
The highlight of our mugging sessions was always lunch when we went out together and the massive gossiping that went on. How we do love our juicy chatter about everyone and everything. I tell you, nothing was sacred!
Today was more exciting than most other days, with the councillors that went to Yunnan coming back to school for a Chemistry lesson which was actually cancelled on short notice due to a miscommunication. Being true friends, they didn't spread the word about the cancelled lesson until the other councillors had already arrived at school. They certainly have their own unique way of having fun.
Cherie bought this leather pencilcase from Roxy on Desmy's behalf after they'd both been eyeing it since we went to Marina Square on Tuesday. The ah ma in me came out when I asked her how much it cost.
"$21???? So much for a piece of processed animal skin???!!!"
Yes, I don't like shopping. I simply don't see the fun in looking at or buying overpriced clothes and accessories which carry little else than a name. I mean, look at my own pencilcase. It was FOC with a Ngee Ann Polytechnic goodie bag and I got it three years ago. Heck, it's so well-used, the name of the school printed on the front wore off and it's now a neat, plain black pencilcase. I love it because it's so minimalist and practical, plus I've bimbofied it with some cool badges. However, it would be unfair for me to say I totally hate shopping. It's just that here in Singapore, the definition of shopping is different from what my Malaysian sisters and I used to do. 'Shopping' meant running to the MPH, Times, Popular, Borders or Kinokuniya the instant we set foot in the shopping centre and staying put for about five or six hours.
Hema went mad from all the studying stress and got Zhe Yuan and me to 'tattoo' her arm. She is now the self-proclaimed 'bad-ass gangster in JJ'. Don't mess with her! It reminded me of the split personality I developed in the period around the Common Test. Luckily, that evil persona that called herself Psycho Clean-and-Clear is safely imprisoned in the corner of my mind. She won't be getting out and taking over in quite a while, I'm sure. But then again, the stress from mugging for Promos might just be the chance she needs to escape. Ugh, the last time she escaped was terrible. She imprisoned me in that nasty little cage of hers and went around in my body, impersonating me. The cheek, pretending to be me!
Besides that, there was Hema's incessant singing of 'Rehab' by Amy Winehouse. To be precise, just part of the chorus. We kept tweaking the words to fit context just for the heck of it. It was practically a musical, man. At one point, the three of us, Glennda, Hema and I found ourselves standing beside the track and talking. The councillors had already left the school for some makan but we were still standing there after waving to them like goondus.
The weather was crazy today. There were two false alarm lightning warnings, after the second there was a shower of rain while the sun was still shining. Hema said that walking in that sort of rain can give one a headache, upon which we immediately began singing lyrics to that effect to the tune of 'Rehab'.
At the end of the day, we left the school at 7.30 pm for home. Yargh, I only managed to summarise one Bio chapter, do some Maths, some Chem, the GP TCA... but I still had a really good time this holiday.
Labels: muggers' gang, shopping, studying