This week was like.... banana peach crumble!

Sweet, milky, warm, crumb-y, juicy :)

I've been ragged for the 3rd time in my life, and boy, I never knew it could be so exhilarating, simply maybe because I spent 3/4 of my time dreading it back in high school. So I had to practically put my dignity aside, thicken my skin and be a go-getter this time.

I had to propose to Floyd in front of everyone in the student lounge.
I had to bunny hop around like some kind of playboy poser. WTH. Ha ha ha.
I had to sing and act like CBN's cheerleaders.
I had to sing with my croaked voice, uh. Moment of embarrassment.
I had to hug some random people. Let me clarify this : I am not deprived of affection, its just that I had to... do it. So yeah.
I had to do the infamous chicken dance.
I had to smack some random person that I have not acknowledged before on his back and tell him that he's sexy.
I had to be lame in order to make lame jokes. Ha ha ha. I guess being lame is my forte, no? :)

And so the list goes on and on...

But then some of my friends had to like err, hold hands and hop around like bashful schoolgirls and exclaim that they're seriously gay in front of lecturers (classic man!), steal the bell from the librarians, make real loud noise in the library so that they could gain attention, smack some guy's ass and etc.

Not that I am complaining, but hey, I actually enjoyed doing these :) I know, exposing myself to public humiliation and finding it enjoyable is basically the dumbest thing to say, but I've learned to find joy in trivial things. Ragging ended with a splash and chaos unveiled throughout the bombardments of the deadly water balloons towards us from all directions. It was like war, and seniors were like exact duplicates of Hitler splashing entire bucket of water on us but some smart guy managed to topple the bucket without them knowing. And oops, no more water left. We the juniors clapped and cheered, haha. Some of them managed to throw the water balloons and aim at the seniors on the second and third floor, but it hit something so our plan sorta backfired.

Waking up at 5.30am daily, doing jumping jacks and duck walks, wearing our school uniform (Andrea and I met some smkb-ians back in KTM, and how OMG can that be?!?!), taking oaths of the Student Council (DAULAT STUDENT COUNCIL!!), marching.. never felt so good before. Okay.. lame I know, but whatever :p

Moving on a lamer note, wait... didn't I mention that being lame is my forte? Haha :)

We had the funniest accountings class today with Mr Ferns because he told us about his arguments with the examiners regarding the fact that English should not be the utmost priority in accountings, despite the vast differences of our English standards in various countries.

I SECOND THAT.

Besides, he told us about students and their English. Pun intended!

My mother make love to my father.
My father make love to my mother.
My sister make love to my brother.
My brother make love to my sister.
So we are a loving family.

And also..

I didn't on backside air con.
I tried to fix my mother backside air con.

ROFLMAO our entire class guffawed like siao man I tell you. CLASSIC!

Accountings is always fun, but it was never this fun before, and also due to the fact that we have a whole bunch of cheeky people who liven up the atmosphere with their lame jokes :) And I'm pretty much sure that there is more to come, more to look forward, more to anticipate not only in college itself but also during cell groups in CF! =)

Once again... life's little surprises never fail to astound me. And truly, I am grateful to know that He has given me strength to love, hope and carry on :)

UTTER LAMENESS : If Andrea meets a hot guy, what do you think the hot guy would do?
- He would probably call a ghost buster because err.. you know lah :)

If Joanne meets a hot guy, what do you think the hot guy would do?
- He would call the bomba people/firemen because Joanne is too hot to handle. AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :)