Friday, May 04, 2007

Lets say the chinese oral didn't go as well as planned. The conversation part was a real killer.

After that all, Denny, Shaun and I went to I.R.C to play. Obviously I know its a small crew, but it was enough. I think. So, we played BF2 on Wake Island. Me vs. them both. And I won with more kills than the both of them added. Yay for me, since they're both getting too good at DoD for me to win them. Then, as always, we played our own stuff, and I couldn't believe Denny was so desperate as to play Audition. He must be really bored.

The bus trip home with Shaun was real bad, but not because we had nothing to say, or anything along that lines, but because the poster in front of me that says you can redeem a cup of soybean milk worth S$1.30 with a S$1 worth of bus rides made me have a terrible headache. In fact, I was holding back the urge to vomit as it wouldn't be very nice if I did it all over Shaun. So when I alighted, I went straight to the field near my house and vomited all over. 3 times. In front of a family.

"Eww sick.", I hear the daughter say.

But after I'm done, I take a few seconds to recover. Looking at what was in my stomach a few minutes ago, I couldn't help but be reminded of a certain Cindy. The resemblance is rather uncanny. I can make out the eyes, the nose and the mouth.

My stomach is contracting rather violently as I think of this. I think I'm going to be sick again. Excuse me as I make my way to the toilet to make another portrait of her.