Lunch-ed with Aqilah at CGHHH:D HAHAH, laksa was goood. Let me tell you how difficult it was to get in. First, we got off the bus and made our way to the hosp.
We sorta got lost, wondering where the entrace was. Finally found the 'tunnel' leading to the other building but apparently, it was CLOSED. So we made one HUGE ROUND behind the hosp just to get to the A&E area. We could go in, but WE WEREN'T IN ANY FORM OF Accident and Emergency situation, and it'll be damn awkward to walk in just like that.
So we made our way ALL THE WAY TO THE FRONT and while walking there, an aunty was bleeding alittle and we were walking to her direction. We wanted to help, so I asked her, where she's going.
She kept saying 'Nak Balik,' malay for, 'Want to go home' and I was wondering whether she was still admitted in the hosp, cos the banner-ish thing around her wrist was still there. A few nurses was walking and we asked them for help.
'Aunty, LU NAK GI MANER?' HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, malay people, you'll get what I mean.
Direct translation(no fun in direct translation) 'Aunty, you wanna go where?'
As the nurses conversed with her, she kept wanting to go home, and slowly kept reached out her hand to hold mine. I WAS SCAREEEDDDDD, and kept taking steps back along with Aqilah.
IN THE END, the nurses and a doctor got some solution, and they went...somewhere. SO ANYWAY, WE FINALLY FOUND THE MAIN ENTRANCE (just to eat laksa). BUT, we had to like have the fever-free sticker thing, and trust me, we were damn blur abowreet.
Like, everyone was quiet serious, wearing masks and all, when we were just there, just for the laksa. HAHA, it may sound pathetic, but it was WORTH IT.
Finally GOT IN, and we felt so accomplished, GOOD LAKSA WAS OUR REWARD BABEH.
Bus-ed back to school, Mary was at Sunken Foyer. Popiah for her, and PEOPLE(ehem) kept staring at her when she ate her Popiah, HAHAH, dayumm.
We decided to leave when the Netballers started to circle around the sunken foyer and did some stretching and we were IN the circle.
Drama, games and bonding stuffs. Highlight of the game, during Broken Telephone, (by the way, the phrases are not supposed to make sense)
Real phrase: 'Yellow uniform looks good on the run.' Our end product: 'Yellow underwear looks good on the run.' (No idea how underwear got there, but it was cute though!)
Real phrase: 'Purple raincoat underneath my eyebrows matches my Egyptian King.' Our end product: BER BER BER BER BER BER BER BER BER. (NOWHERE NEAR, HAHA)
Real phrase: 'I like my breakfast served with a side of brown sock and a honey-coated pointy fork.' Our end product: 'I like my breakfast served with a sunny-side up, so yeah.'
Monday, June 8, 2009, 4:55 AM
Don't even bother;