Shopping

Went to school today, as usual, skipped econs lecture ( seriously, waking up to reach school at 8am on a school holiday? ), went for an organic chem test. Did not study the mechanisms at all, so didnt score what i deserved, i think. After that, went shopping with the guys; JC, JH, GH, Gab and yanchao. Shopped for a total of 8 hours. My stamina is gone man. Shopped from 1 to 9, with 1 lunch and 1 dinner break thrown in between. Headed to far east plaza to some 'la mian' shop, the food is not bad but the enviornment is not what you would normally expect from a shop situated at orchad road. Went pacific plaza, shaw, wisma atria and takashimaya S.C.. I bought a pair of jeans from topman at decent price, thats all of my reapings for the day. Caught the bus to suntec from outside lucky plaza. Apparently the 'queensway syndrome' was still with us, and today it morphed into the 'orchad syndrome'. Everyone was super guai lan and crappy haha. On the bus, i became err queenie yap, jiacheng became, gay woo ( try pronuouncing it together, its weird ) and junhong became gay duck. Guohao... Guo ahmittahao Gosh. Gab and yanchao was spared the most of it haha. Laughed like mad when gh and jh recounted the incident where they sprayed a teacher wet with water while he was peeing in the toilet lol. Went to suntec, visited adidas, nike and tons of other sports shop. Played fifa street 3, i still havent got over the 1 goal curse hiaz, lost to who else but... Went over to marina square to shop somemore after that, with a dinner at long john's silver thrown in. After that went home dead tired on 162 with yanchao.

According to jh's blog, we spent a total of 2 hours in topman alone today, visited 4 outlets haha. I also realised that i could squeeze reasonably well into an extra small ( xs ) sized shirt lol. For pictures please visit jh's blog, lazy to update or get from him haha, got me looking.. well.. wrong. Got NTU cycling on sunday, tomorrow hopefully going down to support kel and yang for their performance.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. - Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude