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Monday, October 04, 2004
As promised.
Went out to watch Les Choristes at Cine with Colin. Its a freaking nice show, esp for people related to choirs like me. I keep feeling this indescribable welling of emotions when the solo guy, Morhange(?), started singing.
After the movie ended, i was exiting the cinema when i saw this familiar figure in yellow. I looked again and it was Jevon.
What a small world. And we're stuck on this even smaller country without its own resources, not even enough people.
Anyway, i gave him a tap on the shoulder and he was looking puzzled at Colin and he gave me a passing glance as he looked away. Then he did a double take and went:
I finally utilised my $20 HMV vouchers from Songfest by buying
The soundtrack.
And the new Fish Leong CD. You know, Liang Jing Ru? I'm lazy to take picture again.
I have sinned...
While some people were at home/library/cafe/void deck/toilet studying, i was at
DOH. Clementi one.
Ya la ya la, i'm gonna fail my A levels. But i had fun...
Could you tell i was feeling guilty?
Notice my flawless, albeit fake complexion.. The wonders of photoshop...
I went with these two kukus; Colin and Scott.
They were so excited, jumping on the sofa.
Don't they look like Divas?
The cat-fighting, nail-scratching variety. Smile smile in front of the camera, then turn around and give each other death stares.
Finally, i'm singing!
I think i look possessed.
The nicest photo of us three.
Sigh... It is but now a distant memory...
Guys, beware of Clementi MRT toilet.
Its full of old, fat, balding, chinese/malay ah peks trying to get a glimpse of your john. And wanking openly while doing it.
GROSS.
Colin saw this old guy wanking off for some younger guy. Yes, at the urinals.
Scott was so appalled by the experience that he ran outta there like he saw the visitation of Satan.
We boarded the train to Jurong East, and this was the ad above our heads.
Don't get the pun? Too bad. Muahahaha... I'm evil.
Ok, this is from dictionary.com.
Cruise
v. intr.
Informal. To move leisurely about an area in the hope of discovering something: taxis cruising for fares.
Slang. To look for a sexual partner, as in a public place.
To inspect a wooded area to determine its lumber yield.
v. tr.
To travel about or journey over.
Slang.
To look in (a public area) for a sexual partner.
To seek out and make a sexual overture to.
n.
The act or an instance of cruising, especially a sea voyage for pleasure.
Went out to watch Les Choristes at Cine with Colin. Its a freaking nice show, esp for people related to choirs like me. I keep feeling this indescribable welling of emotions when the solo guy, Morhange(?), started singing.
After the movie ended, i was exiting the cinema when i saw this familiar figure in yellow. I looked again and it was Jevon.
What a small world. And we're stuck on this even smaller country without its own resources, not even enough people.
Anyway, i gave him a tap on the shoulder and he was looking puzzled at Colin and he gave me a passing glance as he looked away. Then he did a double take and went:
"Junyi, the show very nice right?"I got a pleasant shock when he told me he still reads my blog. Gosh. I didn't know so many people read it. No one comments anyway.
I finally utilised my $20 HMV vouchers from Songfest by buying
The soundtrack.
And the new Fish Leong CD. You know, Liang Jing Ru? I'm lazy to take picture again.
* * * * * * * * * *
I have sinned...
While some people were at home/library/cafe/void deck/toilet studying, i was at
DOH. Clementi one.
Ya la ya la, i'm gonna fail my A levels. But i had fun...
Could you tell i was feeling guilty?
Notice my flawless, albeit fake complexion.. The wonders of photoshop...
I went with these two kukus; Colin and Scott.
They were so excited, jumping on the sofa.
Don't they look like Divas?
The cat-fighting, nail-scratching variety. Smile smile in front of the camera, then turn around and give each other death stares.
Finally, i'm singing!
I think i look possessed.
The nicest photo of us three.
Sigh... It is but now a distant memory...
Guys, beware of Clementi MRT toilet.
Its full of old, fat, balding, chinese/malay ah peks trying to get a glimpse of your john. And wanking openly while doing it.
GROSS.
Colin saw this old guy wanking off for some younger guy. Yes, at the urinals.
Scott was so appalled by the experience that he ran outta there like he saw the visitation of Satan.
We boarded the train to Jurong East, and this was the ad above our heads.
We were laughing our heads off.
Don't get the pun? Too bad. Muahahaha... I'm evil.
Ok, this is from dictionary.com.
Cruise
v. intr.
Informal. To move leisurely about an area in the hope of discovering something: taxis cruising for fares.
Slang. To look for a sexual partner, as in a public place.
To inspect a wooded area to determine its lumber yield.
v. tr.
To travel about or journey over.
Slang.
To look in (a public area) for a sexual partner.
To seek out and make a sexual overture to.
n.
The act or an instance of cruising, especially a sea voyage for pleasure.
Go figure.
posted by juni # 11:58 PM 
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