Godever-Cocalaka group outing
#1: Bus.
Randy.
#2. MRT.
MRT emo guys…
Which way?!
Newest endorser of the so-called “Underground Radio”…
We were tired of travelling. Eventually we arrived at Changi Ferry Terminal, and there we had to ride a boat to go to Pulau Ubin..
Lisan’s irresistible suicidal attempt.
Dung and me.
they’re getting seasick.
See how uncomfortable the seat is.
Caroline falls for the nth time.
The biking was fun… it was awesome. We had a good time. It seemed like the perfect way to destress! Especially for us sec4s who were there, because we were still having our O levels.
Then we stopped by to have some cold drinks.. Some drank buko (coconut) juice, while the rest decided to poison themselves a little by having a can of coke and sprite.
…and see? they were like monkeys who found golden-plated bananas.
We were all shocked to see her bleeding.. So our brave SJAB people finally managed to use what they have learnt in their CCA…
Then Lisan and I rushed to the Police Coast Guard (which was helluva mile and miles away from the area where the accident took place)…
Finally we managed to get proper help from two kind policemen. Thanks for helping us out!
Recently turned 19, I am an International Baccalaureate slave, a Roman Catholic, now of legal age to vote, to drink alcohol, to drive, to marry, to smoke, and to f*** around. I am manufactured in the Philippines but currently utilized in Singapore. I am the thick-skinned, ingrate bastard who dumped the Government in exchange for a $100,000 two-year private scholarship. Most people in the Philippines call me Row, as a result of a passed down genetic trait that triggers laziness. Actually, my nickname is Anju, which I am really really not so fond of. But I am fortunate enough not to suffer from the ubiquitous Filipino frenzy of naming nicknames with letter 'h's sandwiched between other letters, e.g. Jhong, Jhing, Bhong, or Bhing, and from the usual repetition of the same syllables - usually created by the whole extended family giggling in delight as one utters his or her baby cry while shitting unconsciously and secretively on the lampin, inside the duyan - resulting in stuttering names like Ton-ton, Ping-Ping, Bam-bam, Ging-ging and Don-don.
I am currently having the time of my life.