After badminton (I slacked cause there was only 1 court and 7 ppl) and squash (didn't slack cause there was 1 court and 3 ppl), there was Joey's piano recital.
Wenyan's artistic shot that supposedly has the storyboard of the love a grandma has for her grandkid cept in this case, the grandma here isn't Joey's. But what are slight details eh.
After 140minutes of sitting down and pretending to be appreciating everything with snotty bimbotic remarks like 'that girl looks like she's trying to kill ants on the keyboard' and 'what's with all the velvet?', we made our escape but of course, Joey was great and so were a few others.
Doesn't this have the cover of a christmas card feel? Those that come in packs and are supposedly in watercolour? LOL
2nd try.
'She only watched on as I spiralled away, lost to the poison of humanity.', muses my inner-emo self.
LOL, I miss those secondary school days where we were asked to write compositions and journals for homework. I used to write emo so well my english teachers would single me out for 1 on 1 sessions where I would shamelessly try to pass off as an intellectual with depth and maturity in my everchanging but jaded perception on life. I'm doing that now aren't I?
Wenyan: Cass say I look like siao char bor.
Me: Yeah, so that makes you a natural siao char bor.
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