Sunday, June 29, 2008

that we become the things we do.

These are the busiest of days.

My mother would be flipping out if she knew how other people are working their asses off while i do all sorts of bizarre things to fill up my weekends.

The makings of a theatre production!




Luki fell down/lost hus balance a few times in the midst of his little dance. mahaha. Seriously, the highlight of the morning.




Checking out the recipe numerous times to idle away our boredom and to get away from feeling pissed. Kelvin was desperately trying to salvage Ainsley's hanged iTOUCH, which died the previous day because of her attempt to download illegal games. tsk tsk.

Mel's ridiculous shoes. It is the 21st century!! Sometimes mel can be extremely fashionable[who am i to talk anyway??] but sometime's she can look like a live relic of the Roman Empire.
Left for luki's house afterthat. blurted out a bit of the emotion in the bus, along with Luki's outburst and mel's insistence. Of course, leng2 didnt take it all too well, as expected. argh.




I cut these mushrooms, and sliced off the tip of my index finger as well. Was never a real talent for cooking.

Our first attempt at making cookies and cream ice cream. It was totally liquid and not properly churned because we didnt own a proper churner. I suggested that we just bung it into the fridge and hope that it solidifes after dinner so we can all have a chunk of it later on. COnsidering that it was the only available option, Mel did it.


Ai yoh.
In luki's room. he doesnt half-mind ten of us invading his private space.

And the coolest electric set ever. Mark is very very good.



PAN OF BLOOD. MUHAHAHHHAHA.




It was the most unhygienic dinner i've ever eaten. We just loped dried up spag onto our plates and more junk, while spilling alot of sauce around the place, which the younger youths stepped on before we had a chance to clean up. Also, there were not enough cups, and we ended up sharing about 6 cups between all of us till Lucy found an assortment of water bottles and bowls that we could drink out of.

See, this is what happens when you get too excited and end up spilling tomato sauce down the front of your white shirt. And because you use your short-tongue accent too much for your own good.





I rock at balderdash because i won. XD
I think it must have been the oily fumes of spagetti sauce and such that compelled us to troop down to simpang bedok at nine plus for some supper. Sheri was tired, so she went home. Prata is good haha.





WHOOPS.
gtg, mom's calling.

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