Da ba dee da ba die

Inside and outside blue his house
With the blue little window and a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him and hisself
And everybody around cause he aint got
Nobody to listen to

I'm blue da ba dee da ba die...

I'm blue (if I was green I would die)
~ Eiffel 65

Damn you red cross, you've got the song stuck in my head now.

Ha, Prelims are finally over. And now, everyone is partying. Life has finally gotten intresting again. After the draught comes the harvest, eh?

Yesterday I went for a rather failed shopping trip with Dilys, Salome, Nat teo and Jillian. I have been forcefully educated about the differences between a wallet, a purse and a clutch bag.A purse is a HUGE wallet, and a clutch is a HUGE wallet that you stick under your armpit. I have no idea why people want to have huge wallets to put under their armpits when they have things called bags, but oh well. I shall not waste time on wondering whether clutch bags are secretly sweat absorbers because thats disturbing on several different levels.

Dilys and co. also tried to get prom clothes for me, but thankfully that didnt happen in the end. You guys are never gtting me into a prom dress. Never. THIS I SWEEAAAAAAR.

After our walkabout the shopping mall at vivo, we went to see UP. Pixar has never failed to please. Its a good movie. Go watch. Just don't watch with people who scream at tense moments unless you are okay with other people glaring at your general direction. But I am okayish, so Salome, Nat and Jill, I will go watch movies with you guys again. XD we watch taken again at salome's house next, yes?

It was fun in the end. Forcefully educational, but fun. I guess I should enjoy these little exploits now before the O level rush sets in. But I guess two days worth of chaos should last me a while.

National day celebrations were a complete riot this year as usual, and I have managed to yell myself hoarse again. Eating two tons worth of snacks was not a good choice after all that shouting. It was strange not running with the photog group this year though. Ah, CCA retirement is no fun. Running around as part of a fail conga line on the other hand, is thouraghly amusing, and not only do you get to run around madly, bursting through the crowd gives that added thrill of the chase. I will miss the days where we run around madly for the heck of it and jump like maniacs to 'Stand Up for Singapore'. We may complain about the school's lack of enthusiasm, but I bet deep down, all the students on sugar highs really just make up for it.

I SHALL LIVE LIFE TO THE FULL THIS WEEKEND. I REFUSE TO STUDY. I DONT CARE WHAT THE CAT HIGH BOYS ARE DOING. I DEFY THEE, MRS L#W. >8D