Ultimate Bimbo alert!

My father thinks that my blog has a lot of hidden/secret meanings and is hard to understand; therefore it’s almost the same as hiding it from him. He also thinks that I write in a bombastic way, which is not true because I don’t write grandiloquently; the words used are rarely obscure. What, this is practically the most straightforward, understandable blog ever, okay. (But as a result, I shall write in good English and will search my mind for the rarest words to use in today’s post, because our vocabulary is limited like madness)

Yesterday we had dance practice at an indecent time of 8am. Don’t get me wrong, I love dance, just not stretching in the morning. The early evolutions of HePing were totally scrapped and it’s almost like a new dance all together. We still retain our coolness but thankfully without stockings. And the dance has been miraculously completed over such a short span of time; I just hope that everything will go well tomorrow.

About ¼ of 206 went to the performance by Toy Factory Productions: The Crab Flower Club @ National Library today. That will register as “OMG BUGIS JUNCTION!!!” in many of our minds. Note: this is not a display of superciliousness, elitism or snobbishness. Lighten up, people. Anyway, met Siqi at where else, but the famed Bugis Junction first. And this breaks the good English promise but “OMG we went shopping and looked at all the cute stuff and OMG OMG OMG like.” And there isn’t a single pixel of untruth in that magnificent sentence. Thank you for the early present.

The play itself had very elaborate costumes and hair. The poem bits were not very understandable, because I don’t actually possess such extensive vocabulary; I’m a proud member of the Thesaurus club. It was an all-female cast of five; a formidable number, no? Some LA teachers, including Mrs Heng, were present too, and there’s something fishy going on between two particular teachers :O

Tomorrow there are no lessons for HePing performers because it warrants a full day LoA, unbelievably. I don’t care; at about 9.10am I’m going to pop into Geography/History/Math/Conference Room C/206 for the highly awaited Language Art papers.

HePing tomorrow night, hopefully NYMD will burn floors (because we’re pyromaniacs) and beat asses (because we’re violent).

Ugh, the post isn’t very magniloquent.