all the stuff i promised and more.











other random photos.




tigger's newfound friend. :D
they fit together like eeyore and tigger did last time.




if you don't know what this is, either you've been living in a hole for the past year, or my sister's impersonation skills are really bad. (or my photography sucks.)

we screwed up the class performance despite the fact that it sounded okay offstage.
but nevermind, because i'll remember how it sounded like offstage.

tried to prac the skit and song in the morning, and the class ended up doing other crappy fun stuff (like hare hare) or sian-ing around.

i love how we're so jap. it's convenient. :D

chongtee gave us brownies and i got chocolate and stuff and a rose for valentine's. and we ate free ice-cream given by mr poh.

some of us ate lunch on the terrace steps because the canteen was full.

then we had a very sian time in the hall looking at all the performances and class flags. there were spastic ones! like the pokemon one! (they should do it properly for dramafeste or something) in the end the class who acted gay on stage with the st nics uniform (omg chengcheng!) won.

ARES FAC DANCE IS THE BEST. :D
no offense, people-from-other-faculties.
but it's high-inducing and looks damn good and is super easy to learn and has minimal weird twirling around holding hands and that kind of stuff.
really really really like it.

the whole bunch of us went to crash the curry place near coro, which has good food but is quite ex, where gecko showed us how screwed up her brain is. :D

at night there was the faculty competitions for everything, where i screamed my vioce out until all my high notes were airy the next day, and ares didn't win anything, and apollo won a lot of things, but i don't remember 'cos getting to dance the ares fac dance is enough and i don't care even if we lose everything. :D
apollo is so peace-loving. O.o

and the campfire is the best because it was arranged by a group of people who like burning things and exploding things up. they tied balloons to the fire, please.

then we just danced through all the mass dances, which i couldn't do properly anymore, and all the songs, which we screamed out while running all over the central plaza doing the human train thing, and all the cheers. mostly it was a mess of sticky people and noise.

and that's it!
T.T
never again for the next 2 years.