Hahahahahaha... Interview today was hilarious, although I doubt much of what AdrianTan told us will make it to the printingpress. Hope for us all- Barney intimated to AT that he ought to drop Econs A-level before it was too late, and he's a director of Drew&Napier! :) Lots of little anecotes, all veryvery funny, but you'll have to ask Estelle/me for them just because they sound funnier when you say them out loud.

Soundbites.

Estelle, peering at the interior of Drew&Napier: "Ohhh. I am going to be a lawyer."

Me: "Were you a debater?"
AT: "Nah. Didn't get in. By the way, you're raking up old wounds, you know."
Estelle, ten minutes later: "So... were you a debater in Hwa Chong?"

AT, at regular intervals when Estelle and I describe HC: "Oh no, that's just so wrong."

On math: "I never liked it... I kind of solved the problem, sort of, by just not going for class. Then at the end of my second year my tutor discovered I actually intended to sit for the paper."

(Here he says something about wanting to go to ACJC but choosing HC to do Humanz)
Estelle: "So why didn't you consider RJ?"
AT (disgusted face): "Because there were, you know, so many ** boys."
Me: "But Hwa Chong is full of **** guys!"
AT: "Yeah, well, I didn't know that then!"


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One more... His spin on "Absence makes the heart grow fonder"- "The Japanese say, 'Abstinence makes the fart grow Honda.'"

Cat&Xun:

Just so you know, hope is not lost. Abovementioned firm I visited today was v. impressive; I wandered into their offices and they're a neater more spacious version of the HC HoD room. Lovely plush interior and reallyreally nice meeting rooms! :)

And. Remember the new meeting place for horny (frisky?) men? It's actually CoffeeClub!!! O.o With huge speakers playin' jazz. Cool! :)

Today, Serene reintroduced me to Bio during Math tutorial. She scrawled diagrams of:
a) Her digestive system (which has a stomach bigger than her intestines and all the rest of that stuff combined)
b) Her nervous system, which consists of one (apparently self-sufficient) nerve cell, no brain and no spinal cord.
c) Her circulatory system, which has no blood vessels going round the body- there's one labelled "throat", though.
d) Her (missing) pancreas, which looks like a mint leaf or rocket flames blasting out of one end of her stomach.
Will actually scan in her works of art if I'm bored enough. Then can threaten to send them to the med school she's applying to!

Shauna has this affinity for animals or something. There was this lil' bird perched on her fingers, and she looked so cute and naturelover walking down the corridors with the bird perched on her:)

Went to Mac's to use Stelle's coupons. We laughed alot, but I can't remember at what. My memory's failing me.

Happy April Fools':)

Hearty congratulations to my classmates, who have finally found their calling in life:-

To Serene Chew, who aspires to be a bumbling liver surgeon. May the thought of you screwing up her liver deter Jo from downing any more Bacardis.

To Estelle Chan, who's taking the SAFOS route to Officer Cadet School. Run fast, don't get trampled on, make sure you do a better job of defending our country than...

Wu Zhuang Hui (last but not least haha), who apparently had an overdose of Enid Blyton's girls' school stories when he was young. But nursing is a noble vocation, and we're all proud of you :)


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I never knew the lyrics to this song were so... eww. If only Huixin knew:)

Hey Mama
by Black Eyed Peas

La la la la la...

Hey mama
This that shit that make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the Blast Masters blastin' up the jamma(fade)
~REEEWIIIIND~

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing ,and now, the City of Sin and,
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party and
The way your body look it make me really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing ,and now, the City of Sin and,
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party and
The way your body look it make me really feel naughty

I got a naughty, naughty style and a naughty, naughty crew
But I everything I do, I do just for you
I'm a little bit of old, and a bigger bit of new
The true niggas know that the Peas come through
And never cease (NOo..)
We never die no we never decease(NOo..)
We multiply like we mathmatice,
And then drop bombs like we in the middle east
(the bomb-bommas, the bass boom-drummas)

Now y'all know, who we are
Y'all know, we're the stars
Steady rockin' hard on y'all's boulevards
And lookin' hard without body guards
I'll do, what I can
Double-U, L. I am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drumma

Hey mama
This that shit that make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the Blast Masters blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bumbumma c'mon now mama

This that shit that make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the Blast Masters blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bumbumma c'mon now mama

La la la la la

When the big town-stompas and big sound-pumpas,
The beat bump-bumps all in your trunk-trunkas,
The girlies in the club got the plump-lump-blumpas,
And when I'm makin' love then my hip hump-humps,
And never quits (NOo..)
No need to carry nine millimeter clips (NOo..)
Don't wanna squeeze trigger
Just wanna squeeze tits (lubba-lubba)
'Cause when the show-stoppas
And the Chief-rockas, #1 chief-rockas

Now y'all know, who we are
Y'all know, we're the stars
Steady rockin' hard on y'all's boulevards
How we rockin' it girl? Without body guards
She be, Fergie
From the crew, B.E.P.
C'mon take heed, as we take the lead
So come on pappa, dance to the drumma

Hey mama
This that shit that make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the Blast Masters blastin' up the jamma (NOo..NOo..)

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing ,and now, the City of Sin and,
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party and
The way your body look it make me really feel naughty

But the race is not for the Swiss,
But for who can insure it
And Tippa Irie and the Black eyed Peas will be there...
Til infinity, Til infinity, Til infinity, Til infinity, Til infinity,
Black all out...

Nosa dima shock, Nosa Dima thing
Everything I sing them, appear bling-bling
Oh what a thing, hear mackalin,
Grinding and Winding
And the madda they be movin' a perfect timing
and they dance and dance to the dance all redeem
And the way that you dance, its finger-lickin'
Like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

Hey mama
This that shit that make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the Blast Masters blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bumbumma c'mon now mama

This that shit that make you groove mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the Blast Masters blastin' up the jamma
So shake your bumbumma c'mon now mama
La la la la la..

christina
between the road and new york city


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