The compo was err... screwed up.... Taxi stops and putting stuff outside the HDB flats. SO interesting....     The close passage (zong he tian kong) was not tat bad. But the compre was brain boggling/burning/killing/drying/draining....   OMG lah!

Anyway at least the torment is now over. BUT, this batch is so getting suanned next year when we get back the results...   Mean Subject Grade shoot through the roof of the LT lah... So will the holler of a certain teacher who will speak (suan us) in imba cheem chinese that we do not understand just to prove the fact (again) that we are noob in chinese...    I now believe that chinese is like in born talent....    Unless you live in China for the past life.... and constantly read the Little Red Book (aka the imba thick dictionary... memorise it man).

After that of course went to celebrate (still doing so now actually).

Moor house lunch was great. The food was nice but terribly sinful. Could feel the oil inside rushing through your veins. The chicken wings were delightful and the Shunfu Market Muffins (they are in caps because i don't know the name so i shall just call them that)...   NICE!!!   Took out a tennis ball (called Wilson, koped name fr James') but lost it after 1 hours...   It went from green to black in less than 1 minute though...

Went City Hall after that and went back home soon after...

The end...