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25 years old.
NUS graduate.
Now earning a living as someone who has to speak properly, spell properly, write properly.
No I'm not working for Sesame street!
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Thursday, August 05, 2004
16hours out of the house. part one.
Wednesday was happening enough, no doubt about it.
Left the house for school as our mentoring group had to finalise the meeting proposal to submit to our head by friday. On the way picked up the birthday cake I ordered because one of our members had her 21st birthday on the sunday a few days ago.
As usual, the girls were late.
...
So after the cake eating and photo taking we cleared up and proceeded to the central library discussion room.
The NUS central library is beautiful, after renovation. In fact, Singapore tourism board should promote it as a tourist attraction on weekends. I think the administration wants to attract us students to camp inside and study. It's really breath taking, for a freaking library!
The helpless me was then unanimously nominated as the IC. It's either 'cos I'm friendly and sociable, or 'cos I'm easily bullied and say yes too easily, or maybe an element of both. It's like all of them against one of me. Talk about an unilateral decision when it comes to me being outnumbered.
But it's ok, because I'm confident I can do it.
So we got things settled and went for lunch. Lunch was good, because the company was good. We parted, but some of us left for town, and we hung out at this crepes and cream cafe within the city link. I spoke to the waitress (middle aged woman) comfortably and she said I had a sweet tongue, and told my friends not to be cheated by me!
What the hell. Hahaha. But this is nothing compared to the time when I was in the army and I was friends with all the aunties and uncles in the cookhouse. I kid you not.
We then talked about the usual things, of relationships, of families and friends, of fun and school. And it was time for me to go.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Wednesday was happening enough, no doubt about it.
Left the house for school as our mentoring group had to finalise the meeting proposal to submit to our head by friday. On the way picked up the birthday cake I ordered because one of our members had her 21st birthday on the sunday a few days ago.
As usual, the girls were late.
...
So after the cake eating and photo taking we cleared up and proceeded to the central library discussion room.
The NUS central library is beautiful, after renovation. In fact, Singapore tourism board should promote it as a tourist attraction on weekends. I think the administration wants to attract us students to camp inside and study. It's really breath taking, for a freaking library!
The helpless me was then unanimously nominated as the IC. It's either 'cos I'm friendly and sociable, or 'cos I'm easily bullied and say yes too easily, or maybe an element of both. It's like all of them against one of me. Talk about an unilateral decision when it comes to me being outnumbered.
But it's ok, because I'm confident I can do it.
So we got things settled and went for lunch. Lunch was good, because the company was good. We parted, but some of us left for town, and we hung out at this crepes and cream cafe within the city link. I spoke to the waitress (middle aged woman) comfortably and she said I had a sweet tongue, and told my friends not to be cheated by me!
What the hell. Hahaha. But this is nothing compared to the time when I was in the army and I was friends with all the aunties and uncles in the cookhouse. I kid you not.
We then talked about the usual things, of relationships, of families and friends, of fun and school. And it was time for me to go.
triggering Mr Ng HS |