the escapade

i went to nyjc in the morning with gritted teeth and a heavy heart. the school was literally a dustbag (how can you expect it not to be one when the construction for the new school was just next door?). i must tell you about the tremendous amount of ij tp girls there, all in all i've counted, 4 including me. wow, what a huge number! i must add, the myth about ny people being cheena is true. like 97% of the population speaks chinese.

okay, now about the escapade...

me and my friend tricia, wanted to zao school after finding out that she had to get back to cjc at 11.20am to see bro. paul and also because orientation was impeccably boring. also, registering for subjects would take place tomorrow and not today. well, so we (me and tricia) were walking out of the canteen when i saw joanne with her friend walking back from the front gate. my first thought was, escape unsuccessful... and i was right. we concluded that the other gates would be guarded by those menacing and much loathed councillors, not wasting any energy to walk all the way to the other gate (which is 2139043857843 miles away) i shouted 'let's call a cab!' somehow, we decided to give the back gate a try and walked in that direction, just then we saw a cab! we were like, -eyes open wide- looking at the blue thing that would save us. in the end, we stayed around the stairs, waiting for the cab to drop to guys down and went into the cab and zoomed out of the dust-filled jc.

three cheers!