Polishing up the letterboxes.
back by popular demand.cheyyyy
pretty dusty aye. not rusty yet tho.
waddup. it's the holidays.
FYP pretty much fucked up everybody's break.
3000 god damned words, half completed log book, 1/3 completed portal log-ins, approaching presentation deadline.
15 more CE points, dying GPA, scary genomics class, skipped dental appointments, tight working schedule, rotten guitar, empty wallets.
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our nobody's home!
eee. so nice that my hair stand.
destress gig soon at TRCC. haa.
azhar. let's perform on SAS graduation night. okay?
anyway we're part of Replugged now what. right azhar? azhar?
TSK.
Then there was the long-anticipated Prata House Escapade.
The dynamic four, AGAIN.
But somehow, it was foiled.
Sense of direction breakdown brought by guilt and hunger and Xuan’s “bad advice” on heading left or right. Haa
The damned kurby probably made such an impact on lincoln that his inner compass has shattered.
Basically the day was spent mostly in Mr Heng’s ride, figuring how the freaking fetch do we get from Jurong to Thomson prata house. After 45 mins of roundings, guilt told us to go East Coast cos alex was running late for class gathering.
Wanted to go
lepak at vivo. roller blade.
night hunting.
There was more of where that came from. But we were so drained of our brain sauce that we took the easy way out. Clarke Quay. Nearby and awesome place to relax.
some artsy fartsy museum we went. to use the toilet. ftw
so hell im gonna post this up. fucking suave lambo at newton. fooyooo
holidays. NOT.
I think chris took this snap of you, don. Sucking sam’s lollipop.
And is that rahim behind? Hi rahim. Stop sleeping in class. I can hear your snores across the table during lessons.
Yay yo, shisha session tomorrow row row yr boat gently down Haji. (:
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