invite us to his
it looked really nice... and new. (it's two months young!)
anyway. on the way there. we were going mad on the bus.
donch know why.
probably my glucose level was running abit high from two ice creams.
but the people at the back of the bus, started shouting random nonsense. and we were going CRAZEEEE. (no profanities. we're such good kids!)
then when i got down, i saw ms yong and ms chew.
die.
did know there were on the same bus as us.
bah, heck.
later on, the bus driver realised that he would never be able to find mr siow's house in the labyrith of concrete. so he pung seh us.
dropped us down in the middle of now where and left us to fend for ourselves.
not bad la.
let the female teachers lead the way FTW. ><
okay.
finally.
we find the house. =D
but a bunch of kids, all stoning on the couch.
so i thought them to play polar bear! (:
and so they started.
first target kill me. -.-
ingrates.
the game went on, but it wasnt that successfull luh. not fun luh. AH. polar bear is leik such an interesting, exciting, nerve-wretching test of wits and deception.
noobs.
dinner was good. chicken pie was good. but then everything else had chilli. being such a wuss, i never touch chilli. (my sister's coach says that chilli lowers your stamina anyway. blessing in disguise! i dont understand why people like to eat chilli. when you put that horrible red stuff in your mouth, the only sensation that you feel is the burn on your tongue/lips. crazy. self-tortue. and you dont get to taste your food at all. please luh, if your food is not tasty enough just add salt. okay dont rant about chilli.)
TWO SLICES OF CHICKEN PIE = enough.
couldn't have eaten anything else anyway.
then...
RUGBY WORLD CUP.
NEW ZEALAND ALL BLACKS VS. ITALY.
the score was madness. the game ended at the fifth minute. D:
the italian must be mourning over the death of pavarotti, cannot focus. need a nice tenor voice to spur them on. D:
then at the 20th minute, the wives of the italian threathen them, that if they dont play properly, they won't cook anymore pasta and pizza for them if they dont focus.
since pasta + pizza > eating grass, the italian wake up abit.
but damage control not enough luh.
still got owned.
but it was very fun to watch rugby with the guys luh. since no one really understood the rules. we just shouted whenever we saw a blackie run with the ball.
SHOUT. SHOUT. SHOUT. SHOUT.
damn fun. (:
i think i lost abit of my voice. whenever the all blacks touch ball i will shout. (even though i dont really understand the rules. but luh. )
table soccer FTW.
(i want to buy a table for myself!!)
bah. just anyhow whack the ball by moving teh stix. jappy is imba luh. D:
and marvin is ... ... ... ...
nevermind. (:
sleepy, my mind not really working now (not like it works other times but luh)
shant bother to elaborate. =D
probably the best day of my holiday! (:
THANKS FOR HOSTING US MR SIOW!!
life rocks.
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