Is it too late to remind you how we were?

Sigh. EOY week’s over, and surprisingly, I don’t feel overly exuberant or happy. I just keep going shopping to fill that void that I feel, and little things set my rebellious teenage hormones off.

Here’s an equation: Emma leaving+213 disbanding+EmoVideo (Erin says ‘Thanks You’, halfhearted-lol) = A(n) Emo/Crying/Super-bonded 213. I’m sure most people cried during/after the video Erin made of our random class ‘parties’ (more like Gamecube worshipping and Marathon Mahjong, actually). I thought I wasn’t going to cry, but did, when the credits of everyone’s names rolled.

And then after sleeping the sadness off and then waking up the next morning just for breakfast, about half of 213 went to the park near Erin’s house, where we did many random things like play with the senior-citizen’s exercise thingums and go on the monkey bars (Hahahaha Aly can’t do the monkeybars, loserrr). Then, Erin and some other people went back to her house because of the hungry mosquitoes. Unsurprisingly, the super-random group of people comprising of Yiting, Sarah, Ally, Geneve, Nat, Me, Candice, AndICan’tRememberWhoElse braved the mosquitoes to do more random things. Surprisingly, StellaZ stayed on *shrugs*.

And what activity did we participate in? Knock-The-Poisonous-PongPongs-Off-The-Tree! Yes it is very fun you should try it some time. First, we attempted to knock the green pongpong fruits off by hitting them with other pongpongs we found lying on the ground. Hahahahaha. Of course it didn’t work ’cause the ones on the tree were obviously still un-ripe or whatever.

So, we, bent on having some ‘fresh’ pongpongs to play soccer with, decided to use a long branch to knock the pongpongs off the tree. The branch felt disgusting because the bark was loose and it broke when we tried to hit the pongpongs with it. -.-””

Then, we decided to risk Ally’s life (How fun)! Sarah hoisted her on top of her shoulders, as Sarah was the tallest (she always is, anyway), and Ally was the taller person who was also scrawny and therefore light. The remaining people supported and lifted her feet so she could reach the pongpongs. And guess what- our scheme was successful! *is jubilant*. Ally plucked one pongpong from a tree just by jumping and whacking it off, and then we hoisted her onto Sarah’s shoulders, where she plucked off two single pongpongs.

Of course three pongpongs weren’t enough lah, duh. So our group spotted a branch with two pongpongs attached at the end. It looked damn wrong I tell you. Veryvery wrong because pongpongs are oval, and round, and whatever… *trails off* Except that they’re green, mhm. And of course Ally was a good sport and risked her life to get the branch for us. Hahahahahaha. I tried on Sarah’s shoulders, too, since I’m pretty light, too, but I was too short. *frowns* Nobody make fun of me, k!

Well in the end we kicked one pongpong down the hill-street of Erin’s house. Hahaha it was totally battered after that, nyeh.

After that, we ate porridge that Erin’s jie cooked for us, and then the remaining people went into the mahjong/gamecube room to cry again. Sigh. Including me, Chanel, Eileen, Ally, and Me. Yeah, the usual suspects, though I’m not so sure if Chanel and Eileen cried. The You and Me Song by the Wannadies is just so.. catchy and sweet. Go listen!

After going home I didn’t cry because I was too busy taking care of my sister, but this morning, at the airport, when we were sending Emma off, I did. Because I was all cried out, and also because Emma isn’t really that close to me (well no-one really is, now that I think about it), I didn’t think I was going to cry, but I did. Especially when we were singing the You and Me Song to her.. Yes, right in the middle of T2 at Changi. My voice was all shaky and Aly was crying too. I don’t know why I’m so sad since KL isn’t that far away but it’s sort of symbolic that 213 really is going to dissolve into manymany classes which have a totally low possibility of being as great a class as 213 was is. But as I remember someone saying, even if Emma was just changing schools, we would have cried, too.

Retail therapy with Chanel and Eileen at VivoCity was fun, but didn’t really work since I just had a case of the cryffles and the sniffles (You Could Be Happy isn’t really a cheerup song, is it? Stupid iTunes Shuffle always plays me the wrong songs.) and I spent less money on myself today than anyone else.

The shirt I bought my sister at The Gap is totally adorable and worth the money, though she won’t appreciate. I wish I hadn’t spent the money on cabfare with Geri (20 dollars split two ways), or that much money on Mac’s, a book for Emma, chocolate for Emma, Carl’s JR, or TheFaceShop thingums.

I might blog about the retail therapy some other day as I’m too tired now, although the Tea Tree and Bergamot mask from TheFaceShop totally revitalised (yeah, right) my horrible blemished skin.

I’m going to attempt to write a suitably beautiful and emo poem (you can’t spell many things without ‘emo’) about Emma, 213, or sad things in general. Man this blogpost is long.

~ by sydney on October 22, 2006.