doo bee doo bee doo

Saturday, April 07, 2007 4:59 PM
band band band

11.59pm

it is easter in 1 minute. let me hearby celebrate this joyful occasion by telling you the joyous tale of a band member.

monday - band [prac 6pm - 9pm]
tuesday- band [section tutor 7pm - 8pm]
wednesday - band [prac 6pm - 9pm]
thursday - band [ww sectionals][which i ponned.]
friday - band [outing! 2.30pm - 11pm]
saturday - band [prac 9am - 1pm][saxa + flute outing 1pm-6pm]
sunday - band [rehersal @ SCH 2.30pm-?]

wow!

band pracs are mundane, but the outings after band pracs more than make up for it! like um good friday!

me ernest sean da xian chin seng weeliang andy sheng heng rujun jessalynn.

hahaha met @ city hall, supposed to be at 2.30, but ppl slowly trickled in, most came at abt 3. ate beard papa. played pool at marina square. wanted to go bowling, but bowling alleys were FULL. so we put down auntie durai's number and den went to eat. chose jack's place after comtemplating pariss, thai express, pizza hut, yuki yaki. 7pm at jack's place to commemorate the dying of jesus. the 11 of us sat down on this long table, reminiscence of the last supper. this would be the perfect scence from the da vinci code. we had 10 men and 1 women! mary magdalene aka auntie durai. missing 2 ppl though, and like the last supper. we ate good food, drank good drinks, ate GODLY american cheesecake, and screwed the nice cosy restaurent ambience as per normal. ernest and chin seng got scammed by the waiter of $10! after they paid, he turned back for a split second, then turned back and hey presto! $10 disappeared! hell of a magician, better than harapan santoso ong mannn. the bowling ppl called to tell us tt got lane liao but we dao them.

after tt walked around esplanade and saw ppl pimping and PDA-ing and again we couldn't resist the temptation and crashed their nice romantic moment. awwww...

went home at abt nearly 12 cause i TOOK THE MRT WITH BEARD PAPA when i had a direct number 10 bus home. jahjahjahgahgahgah.

good friday really is a good friday, though i broke my fast. at least it was worth breaking the fast, if i die at least i'd died with a smile on my face, knowning i'd died for a good cause. as in good food la. 1 meal [ dinner ], 1.5 meals if you count the beard papa.

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