Musings of A Girl Named Sharmee: Post Exams

May peace be upon you.

As I've promised, Sharmee returns to make your blog reading experience more exciting and entertainment worthy. So in the mean time, enjoy reading about the past three days of my life where I had lots of fun doing things and throwing my test papers into the bin. Yay for me!

Friday, 17 November 2006

After the History paper which totally sucked, I went to Sarah's place with the usual exam buddies. We ate, drank and were merry as we watched Mean Girls (although I already watched it twice on my computer). We also celebrated Andy's belated birthday and he was so happy to eat the cake and all. But I must say that the cake was kinda bermuak. Haha. I don't know what bermuak is in English.

Then my brother called me asking me to get my ass home that instant. He wanted to bring me out for dinner. He said we were going to Kampung Glam, an area near Arab Street, and he told me to dress nicely. I was thinking we going to eat at Tepak Sirih or some posh restaurant. So I just followed his words without even thinking.

Ajo rode his Vespa. The Beautiful Blue Vespa. It took me up till the Geylang area before my heart could finally beat normally. Before that my heart was beating so fast that I could feel it coming out or something. But the ride was fun! Windy but noisy. My brother and I were singing songs by Amber Pacific while riding over Sheares Bridge. No, make that screaming.

I miss Sheares Bridge, though. I remember the times I capsized there with Sarah in our K2 and at times me and my T1 capsizing alone because of the frigging coast guards.

So when we reached Kampung Glam. Ajo brought me to a coffee shop. COFFEE SHOP. COFFEE SHOP. Yes. And the both of us were dressed like we were attending a wedding. I went off his bike and VOILA!!!

The entire coffee shop was infested with Vespas and guys who were also dressed like Ajo.

AND I WAS THE ONLY GIRL.

I could swear so loudly that Sarah could hear me at Tampines, I think. But it was an interesting experience cause there was a cute guy sitting in front of me. However, he is out of bounds cause he's Ajo's friend. It was funny listening to them talk about their previous lifes. Yes. Lifes. Apparently, all of them went through the same phases as Ajo.

When Ajo was young and brainless, he was a B-Boy. He'll kill me if he knew I publicised this. Then he matured when he was allowed to wear long pants to school. He became a Punk-Rocker. Mohawk, kilts and studded jacket and all. That was my personal favourite. But he lay low on this concept thingy when he entered National Service. Now that he's done serving the frigging government, he's a MOD. Although his music interests are still the same.

I reached home at 0030 hrs that night. With my brother.

Saturday, 18 November 2006

Won't tell much but enjoy the pictures, people. I went on a super late Raya Outing with the Qiaonan people.