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la bella vita;

Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

♥ music on, world off.

shh.

♥ scream(?).

live.

♥ past .

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Friday, August 28, 2009

hello, old friend. 12:13 AM

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Vida la DWL.

Today has been lovely thus far.
...And believe you me-- I don't often use the word "lovely" on any sorts of days!

The weather today was perfect.
Hardly British weather- but defffinitely not typical Singapore weather: i.e hot, muggy, breathe-in-and-you-inhale-water.
Plus I listened to Miss Saigon all the way to school, so by the time I got there, I was in a pretty good mood. O, for bright lights! O, for Broadway!

Josh: (during Lit, while trying to analyze the poem) So the phrase "molten bowels" insinuates that they cannot be controlled, and--
Whitby: -- Oooh, Josh. It's all starting to sound rather unpleasant.

Ms Oon: (during History) Apparently, Lee Kuan Yew has an obsession with living. So he swims every morning to keep fit. And he visited some Japanese village to learn their diet, because the people there live for a very, very long time. So he tries to incorporate tofu into his diet...
Cara: ...oh no! I'm going to live forever!!

After school; Ily, Amrit, Josh and I headed over to Guthrie House for lunch at Coffee Bean.
GOT STUFF FOR THE WHIT BRIT LIT PACK. :)
And then we moseyed over to Swissbakery and got Joan a double brownie crumble cake for her birthday. And then back to the busstop, whereupon I opened my wallet to get change and dropped $70 by the side of the road, in the middle of the bus lane.
Cue: panic.

Cara: ...GAH!!
Amrit: Aah!!
Josh: AAH!!
(all three stand there for about ten seconds just screeching and pointing at the dangerously fluttering notes)
Cara: GAH!!
Amrit: Aah!!
Josh: AAH!!
(all three stand there for another five seconds pointing and squealing, before each individual realizes that the other two are probably not going to pick it up)
Bus: *rumbles down the road, approaching the bus lane and said $70*
Amrit: AAAHHH! *practically flings herself into the middle of the road* ...BUS! STTTOOOOP!!

So after our little precarious adventure (oh, we live on the edge); we got ourselves back to school to spring Pope Joan's birthday surplize on her.
Ran smackdab into the middle of the school field and plonked ourselves down with our bags and schoolbooks and the double brownie crumble until Joan came. We wanted a picture, but all of us wanted to be in it and none of us can take photographs worth our nuts; so we tried yelling after a group of JH1 girls leaving the field to take a picture of us, for us.
But obviously they couldn't hear us, because we yelled our lungs raw trying to get their attention and they just kept walking.

Lisa: *calls after their retreating backs* 'Scuse me! Could you help us take a picture?
JH1 girls:
Josh: ...Hello!!! Excuse me! Could you help us take a picture!!
JH1 girls:
Amrit: OY!!
JH1 girls:
Cara: *sits up, takes a deep breath* *screeches* ...FIRRRRRE!!!!!!

...and even then.

Anyway.
So we cut the cake ("...to Communism!") and then tribal danced around Joan in the middle of the field singing Happy Birthday at the top of our lungs; and at the end of it all we all fell on our knees and kowtowed to Great Chief Pope Joan.

We are so gay. :P

So yeah.
I'm in a pretty good mood today. After this: type out GP essay, head off to Holland V, and then get revved up for the awesomely long weekend. (in which I will, of course, be productive and finish every item on my To Do List and complete my Integration Tutorial 2 and revise Parliamentary Democracy and read the whole of Tess of the D'Urbervilles and, since we're on the subject, also come up with a universal cure to cancer and a covert escape plan to free Aung San Suu Kyi.)

So here's to a Friday finally being the way a Friday should be.

Till next time.
xxx