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#337; now you're gone, there you go, somewhere I can't bring you back
Monday, May 3, 2010

today divine preordination sent me an angel in the form of a fluently english-speaking mcdonalds delivery guy who heard me calling the locksmith from his place at the semicircle slumped over his delivery bag. lost your keys? he called, and I was near tears and I said yes, they fell into the car and I have no allowance for the next 3 months, and walked sadly past him and ignored him. he followed me and asked my dad politely, can I help, sir? and my dad, half murderous and half extremely upset, went oh I don’t know, I really don’t know… and the guy walked back to his motorcycle and wrenched out tweezers and whatnot and clambered onto the seat and rooted about. too far in, he said. then he felt around and and muttered, it’s a continental model, bound to be a catch somewhere, then found said catch and yanked up the seat and effortlessly revealed the key that I had dropped between the seatbelt switches into the cavity below that we’d spent a painful half hour rooting with stuck hands for and my parents were prepared to slaughter me over. there, he said. and after the parents were done thanking him and threatening me in front of him they drove off for their walk and it had been a horrible day and I began to cry and he sat there with his delivery bag and its soggy mcwing contents (some customer wrote him off, he said) and comforted me on the steps for half an hour. his name was christopher something, and he is well educated, and he was a godsend. I don’t know how to say this but really, really, really, GMH and MMT and every possible good acronym there is in the world.
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Woke up at 6 today (!!!) I need more sleeping-in days ):
But post-Sports Fest period is going to be weirdd, with too empty Saturdays /:
Learnt the cheer, need to practise!

12 days to Final Cheer Review.
19 days to Open House.
24 days to Sports Fest.


Went for OSL Team Bonding after that, at like 11plus O:
Not a lot of people went, and we mainly just ate hahaha, or walked around and stared at swans and wondered if they were fake. And omg Wang Xuan and I ate so much trying to finish the food D:
I've been pigging out like crazy the past few days trying to finish leftover food that nobody wants to eat D<
Plaza Sing after that, hobo-ed under the escalator (which now has an annoying potted plant in the middle of nowhere and sand on the ground! D: )

Left with WangXuan (I linked the blogs for you go see!) at like 1plus, to eat yami yoghurt and go home hee :D
Discussed guides stuff with her, I'm worried/excited/VERY VERY VERY WORRIED.
):
Yay but I love you Xuan Wang :D



AR, OH, AA/PT.
comeoncomeoncomeon


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