I miss my pointe shoes. Tidying up my room that day (on CNY, ironically, not that I care for 'luck'), I came across my untouched pointe shoes, my still dirty palette (unwashed because its watercolour), my piano scores, it just brought back reminscence, bittersweet.
oh, my table group is funny. shumin (z!) + rishvinder (fishfinger)+ abdul rahman (abu dhabi) + david (who loves rihanna) + me!
Conversations go like that:
Rishvinder/ abu dhabi says something incredibly lame, everybody groans, except david who is too busy doing trigo questions. The abu dhabi presses the stupid button on the small fedex plane which increases the noise pollution (it imitates the sound of a runway). We groan again. Abu dhabi says " I tell you somesing! (in the saudi arabic accent) and annoys the crap out of us. My lame capacity has increased so much but that didnt stop me from giving him 1-day coupons for lameness to be allowed from him for his bdae :) the plus side is that I can insult him with my malay haha, which naturally increases my vocab.
oh next week will be incredibly busy and when nxt week is over, it'll be worse.
O1, B div fb, doctors appt, debate comp, debate trainings, then HWWWWW......
OH DEAR,
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