`[sam the emo*] says ♥ shut up and SPIN?!

oh my oh my.. what kind of shit had i got myself into. i just woke up from a 16-hour sleep and i really didnt sleep for like 2 days straight.. no shit.. and yeah..

I SWEAR!! I SWEAR!! i couldnt gif a shit abt kiss-and-tell, but I SWEAR!!

and yah. there was alot of things that i would like to mention from the past few days, but one of the many highlight was tat i got wasted thurday night and went anywhere but home. gawd. and anything besides my misery was the sentosa trip. sentosa always fits to be a great highlight nonetheless... somehow, everytime i hang out with them campteeners, they never fail to make the day brighter than sunshine..
well kinda entirely true cos yes, the weather is having some kinda monsoonal PMS.. the period. of frequent rain.

so where do i start.. erm, after i blessed myself, i went back home, and packed my shit and went out again.. to meet up with nesaar and:
lol. shorties are cuties. whatever that means.
she went real medieval on me when i pronounced the word "beach" to "bitch"..
sorry lor.. my pronaunshia-shun got probrem can?

well, the umpteen times reminder of "gimme the pics when i come online" didnt pay off. it was no avail, though they said tat they gonna upload them in the blog or something: zero, nada, zilch.. well, yeah some.. but i want the pics of group photos, vivo, cake pics and also the one we guys showing hunky, manly poses..

i really wanted the kickass pics. while my cam contains all the handball scenes and very very little of anyone's glam pose except gay ones. all thanks to someone's false alarm "low batt" excuse. i just cant do it.. i just cant give my usual detailed commentary of trips without pics..

so im gonna use all the pics from MY camera. none from anyones camera.. /pouts.

my arrival was like punk-tual. 3 or 4 pm while the rest assembled and met at like 11-am..

well, so, when i first reached that place, they almost kicked off the start for 'play ball'.

cos when it comes of me becomin the camera man, im like the champ of unglam. so i decided to hand it over to these two trusty camera-womens.
the dua minah: HAN-ARHH!!! and nanabananamalina. wah kanina, so many 'nah'.

well, they did the job, kinda.


the pictures are though spectacular but everything's like so far away.. well, just click to zoom for closer observation of pics..
and some really close like this one. this pic looks like someone's doin something behind Tor/Jun's ass . and it seems tat she really enjoys it. wish tat fortunate fella was me. :x
dammit! run run run!
everyone chases for THE ball. shan(i think) really guns for it.. while ron's getting it on him. nesaar's standing there, cos he thinks two is enough. can see details of Han's muscle.
(look at what shan's mouth connected to) everyone: oh no.. shit, wtf happened?
nooo.. samantha! dont do it! (click to zoom)
pic of the day: ron and his golden macho-man pose. behind him: julynn's sweetheart.. lol. shes so gonna kill me.
so the beach was out-of-bounds, if u defy that, u would like get a squeal that sounds like 'feeww-witt' from the dude on a tall ass hut. cos like theres dangers of lightning strike or stuff. and yeah, tat dude offered us someone's driving licence. after an hour or something, we all jumped in the water.. seaweed angkong!! weed war.. cos the water was like infested with floating seaweeds.. and the new town sec sch softball twins were pro in the weedwar. the girls are like pro in tat game, precision of their shots were mere-sniper accurate.. never fail to hit my nipple-head. oh and i was a weed magnet. it just sticks to my skin.

then maline treated us to a wholesome scrumptuous pizza lunch.
after that, we took the tram or 'pram'. to the wash point which was like located so frickin far .
the toilet was @#$^$0/ star grade, the guys had to share a cubicle for bath. and no one brought a proper cleansing body soap, so the handsoap dispenser from the sink does the job..

abby and malina. the CATs (the cedar athletics team). some elusive club.
i love you i love you.. hug hug.. guy love.. ron(red), alex (cap), malina's bro. forgot his name..
han(with lau teeko specs), justin(lol), shuib (i think), ron (cant stand the excessive gayness,or something), alex(face on ron's tits), malina's bro(goin down south).

oh and i wore the ferrari cap,

someone: who's cap is tat?
me: shaaaaaaan
someone: whos shawn?
me: shan lah,
someone: where got shawn one?
me: no dammit, its shan.


and then we walked our ass to the bus stup, only to find that the bus stop was packed the fuck out, the queue was snaking all the way out. so we diecided to walk our ass to harbourfront but then, wehad to pause

cos farhana "left" her sportswatch behind. well when they were like left and on a mad search for it,

i waved them good luck with the watch they were looking for on my wrist. well,
made that chinese guy, ahmad, run.. for nothing and he got like a knee injury, but hell, who cares.. tot that was the only thing that messed up farhana's day.

then after that, we went for a what seems to be a 9853827593747162376146- km trek, well the ferrari cap gave me a serious chronic placebo effect. somehow, the cap turbocharged my walk and kinda like increased its top-speed by at least 1km/hr made me really realise that the trek back to harbourfront was only 7-km. thanks shan, without the cap, i would like die. i think.

but sadly, i had to return the red Ferrari back to her when i met her in Vivo.. the cap not the car.
after that we had a mass fast food feast on the top floor of Vivo again, same spot, same place, same moon..
and yah, Timothy made my day.. lol.
farhana blew the cake.. well, the half cake.. cos i ruined it while speedwalking, the cake was rammed to the box inner walls. sorry lol.. but i think it still look nice..
its not ugly, its art... it drew gasp and loud exclamation of MY name, wtf's and oh-my-god
sorry, farhana.. lol. then i went to send abby off.. shes a good talker, so engrossed with our conversation, i came back, everyone was packing their shit and heading back home. wah lao.. nite still young lor.. and no ghost stories and racist jokes.. boohoo. when we took the MRT home, samantha was looking red-hot. figurative and literally. and everyone drew looks from commuters.. cos we were like nuts?? i dunno.. well, im lookin for more of this. this is kickin cool. i want more! hope the christmas DnD would be kickass as it sounds..

whao.. 6am. AHAHAHah.. honest, dun believe, ask farhana. woot! jogging!