INTERNATIONAL DAY OF THE DORK.

...Which very nicely coincided with our random, spur-of-the-moment "hey let's be nerds tomorrow" shindig; so everything worked out.

I walked into the Econs lecture theatre first thing in the morning and was greeted by five pairs of balefully accusing eyes.

"...you're not wearing your glassessss!"

No, because I don't NEED them. But I brought them. Even though they were just big black frames with no lenses.

Maths results back today were...horrible. :/

Passed; but it was hardly the B we all were kind of expecting.

Josh and I were trying to predict what our results would spell out (for the uninitiated, aka non-Singaporean-students, lucky things; from best to worst --> A, B, C, D, E, S, U. "S" for "sub-pass", and "U" being "ungraded" and therefore a euphemism for "oh you big fat loser".)

Josh predicts he'll get D E A D.

I predict worse for myself; I foresee a D U D E.

Or maybe we'll all just get D U D S because obviously they're trying to get some kind of message across to us.

:/

Mr Tan: (during Math class) On the bright side; 81.4% of the cohort passed Math. :)

Cara: *darkly, aside* Well I bet I'm one of the other 19.6%.

Tisha: ....

Cara: ...18.6%. Yeah okay that settles it I failed.

Oh and Josh you should really brush up on your pronunciation skillz.

Carol: *plucks a random strand of hair from the tabletop* ...Eww! Cara!!

Cara: What! It's not mine!  *points* It's Joan's!

Joan: It's not mine!

Josh: ...Fine, fine, fine. I'll say it's mine, okay? I'll take the rape for you guys.

Cara: O_O

Joan: O_O

Carol: O_O

Everyone else: O_O

Cara: ...Sorry, what?

Josh: I said blame it on me. I'll take the rape.

Josh darling; it's pronounced "REP".

This is why we love you. :P

Filmed random caricatured Singaporean student scenez (kiasu-ism + inability to pronounce. If you're an IGGY kid reading this- google "kiasu" if you've got no idea what I'm yaddling on about) in the canteen, much to the bemusement of everyone else there, speshully when we filmed ourselves hobbling into the canteen, complete with two pigtails and nerd glasses and a helluva heavy bag + our weight in schoolbooks, and fighting and barging to sit at the table first because "OH MY GOSH WAN MATZ STARTZ IN FY MINIS" (translation: Oh my gosh, Maths starts in five minutes)

Videos up on FB soon. I think.

Lesson in How To Butcher Pronunciation #1.

(in character):

Cara: Ehh. Can I bolloh you your pen? (trans: Eh. Can I borrow your pen?)

Amrit: Wah you wan me bolloh you my pen ah. This one veh veh eggspensee you know. (trans: Wah, you want to borrow my pen? This one's very expensive, y'know.)

Cara: The ninety cent one issit? (trans: The ninety cents one, is it?)

Amrit: One doller fy sen. (trans: One dollar five cents.)

Cara: Wah. (trans: Wah.)

Amrit: *snatches back pen* WAH WHY YOU USE SO MUCH INK?! YOUUU MUST PAY ME BACK TWENTY SEN AH!

Yeah okay I'm not feeling too well right now so I'm going to close just about here.

Tomorrow marks NINE DAYS! Which izzzz single digits. Exciting.

I'd better not fall properly ill around this time or I'll srsly kick myself, I swear.

Anticipation asphyxiation aspirination? 

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We studied again today. Hardworking. I know!