The weekend is here & I've fallen into the hands of the flu virus. My nose is runny, my throat is sore, my head feels like an anvil just landed on it & my desposition is nasty.

Next week will be the last week of FYP. So sad to be leaving. But well, we've all got to move on. Maybe even when I'm on attachment, I'll pop by Block S Level 4 for a visit or two just to see how everyone's doing. Ahahahakz!! Will be almost impossible to forget this place. Loads of memories; good & bad, happy & sad, crazy & ridiculous. All those with pics & vids as proof that I indeed enjoyed my time here. Daffie, you know what to do when I'm gone, right?? Guard them with your life as though they were family heirloom jewels. I trust you'd do the best for them. If anyone gets within 50 meters diameter near them, shoot those idiots down.

I know it's selfish of me to say that but, if not, it'll be like us making the pie but others will be the ones eating it. Even now as we speak, people are already doing that. And that's with the two of us guarding them. What more if one of us isn't here?? Don't let them take advantage of ANYTHING, Daph.

Okay, moving on to other exciting topics that have ran rampant through the NYP grapevine for this whole week.

DAVID BECKHAM CAME TO NYP ON TUESDAY!!! Wahey!!

Never thought I'd be deliriously happy to shout that out. Well, if you think about it, how many people can say that David Beckham actually stepped into & sat down at their school's 1300-seater auditorium?? Only NYPians can tell you that, I guarantee you. There are those who can tell you that they saw him signing balls outside the auditorium & those who saw him getting into his car after the award ceremony. And then, there are those who can tell you they sat 4 rows behind Becks & got their picture posted up on GettyImages.com if you type David Beckham, then go a few pages back. That category of people would include me, Daffie, Khai & one French Club member, Noraini. Don't believe me?? Okay, well, here's a picture for you to check out for yourself. See if you can spot us.



And here's some Beckham eye-candy for all you female droolers craving for Beckham:





















So, on Tuesday, we were rooting for London to win the Olympics bid for 2012. After all, it was Beckham, not Zidane, who came over. The 'hell' we had to go through to get almost front-row seats to see Beckham. My God!! We even had to pretend to be French Club members to get passes to the auditorium. And lucky me was fortunate enough to be standing at the door the security previously closed. When they opened the doors, I was the first one in. Wooooooot!! Ahahahakz!! Though we didn't get the best seats in the house, 2nd-best was still great. At least it was better than nothing. Of course, it was an experience of a lifetime & yeah, I did get a whole lot of pics from mine & Daffie's cam as well as tons of live video footage. But I'm not going to publish MY pics here on my blog. Those belong to me. But you can take those I posted above, since those are for the viewing public. And we saw Vincent sitting with a few Foreign Bodies members way, way behind us. Wondered for a moment why Ingrasciotta wasn't there.

Wednesday rolled by where I had my final presentation. It sucked. I nearly cried after that, if not for the phone call Daffie made to Yati to tell me that there was free food downstairs. Since I was talking to Christophe on MSN before my presentation, I invited him to tag along. I met up with the toilet Auntie before I met him & we had a little conversation that got me a little worried. Auntie had just gotten back from the doctor's because of her swollen foot. Too much walking, standing & cleaning toilets was the cause of it, no doubt. What else could it be??

And the freakin' doctor said she was to go to a Malaysian doctor for treatment because she wasn't a Singapore citizen. I really hate whichever bitches who use the staff toilet cubicles for shitting & never bothering to flush. Fuck lah, you bitches!! Can't you pump the flush a few times?? Do you know that it's Auntie who has to clean up after your dirty business & do you know that she does it round the clock!!?? Don't you have a sense of humanity so that this poor old lady doesn't have to continously clean up after you!!?

Do you do this at home too, in your own toilet?? If not, then why do it in here?? The toilet bowl is just freakin' underneath you, but you poop & pee outside the bowl!! Like, what the fuck!! Are you blind!!?? Don't you know how to AIM!!?? And toilet paper is at your service. Why aren't you putting it to good use!!?? Fuck lah, you bitches. Taking advantage just because Auntie is always there to clean up after you. The toilet stinks because YOU are too lazy to flush it down. Like fuck, lah!! The button is just behind you, for crying out loud!! Do you know how DISGUUUUSTING it is for the next person to see fragments of whatever you've left behind inside the bowl!!?? Fucking punanis!! Just because you people pay $1000++ for your school fees does NOT give you the right to pollute the ONLY girls' toilet available on Level 4. Aaarrgh!!

Serves you right that you've got a Toilet Terror right here, who shouts like nobody's business whenever she enters the toilet & smells the stink. Serves you right if, when you're shitting & the Toilet Terror shouts, your poop goes right back in. Serves you bloody right. So the next time you want to do your business, big or small, be aware of who's going to come in the next second. You might never know when the Toilet Terror will strike. So, ladies, be warned. If you think you can escape shitting without flushing & not get caught, think again. Seriously, if ever, I get the chance to catch the culprit or culprits who've been polluting the girls' toilet with their stink, oh, you're in for one helluva time. That, I swear. If not me, hopefully Daffie. You will not escape us unscathed. Fuckers.

Anywayz, after my little conversation with Auntie, Christophe & I went down -by stairs- to the first level where Khai & Daffie were waiting for us. I swear, Khai's mouth never stopped chewing. We only knew what the occassion was for when I reached for a small plate & read the sign pasted on the table: FOR INTERNATIONAL STUDENTS

I turned to Christophe & pointed at him. "Hey, you're an international student!! That means you can eat!!" As usual, the response from him was an idiotic grin. Khai piped up that for that moment, we were all international students. So, Khai was from Myanmar, Daffie was from India, Christophe originated from Korea & unfortunately for myself, Bintan. *Rolls eyes* Better than Batam, anywayz.

For awhile, my tormentous presentation was forgotten while Shamalam (Khai), Devi (Daffie), Park Sung-Ji (Christophe) & Yanti (me) thick-skinnedly pretended to be foreigners & ate the food. Devi made us pose with the FOR INTERNATIONAL STUDENTS sign while holding a food item in one hand & took a photo of 3 of us with her phone-cam. Mine showed me hiding my face with my wallet, refusing to look into the camera. It turned out that Sung-Ji loved springrolls. Maybe they don't have them in France *cough*, I mean, KOREA. Not France. Korea. Deprived fella. Ahahahakz!! And then both Shamalam & Sung-Ji were caught by some French lecturer who recognized them. Shamelessly, they tried to hide their faces with their plates & turned themselves away from the lecturer. Such unprofessional food-stealers, they were.

Sung-Ji suggested that we bring up some food to his pal, Vincent, since the fella loved to eat & was the culprit for finishing up the food we gave them a week ago. We totally had forgotten about him. So, we brought up 2 springrolls leftover from the buffet table & strode to his lab. Devi was the originally the one to give Vincent the food but she chickened out last minute so Yanti had to takeover. Oh well, whatever. In the end, Vincent didn't eat the rolls anyway because he wasn't hungry. That's okay.

After school, Daffie, Khai & I went to this French place at Newton to watch the live screening of the IOC results. Well, we only went because we were invited. Furthermore, I had promised my cousin, Diana, that I'd bring her to see some of the action even though we weren't going to the official location for the results. Plus, there was yet again, free food. That day, we were all out for Paris to win. Funny people, us. Rooting for London on Tuesday, cheering on for Paris on Wednesday. In the end, however, it was London which won the bid for hosting the 2012 Olympics. It was kinda a sad night for the French, since they were so hoping to be able to host it this time after losing three times previously.

Personally my heart was all for Paris to win, but somehow, my money was on London. Both video presentations were damn nice, each different in their own way but delievered the same point across. Even then, the French were all up for partying. Their wine did not go unwasted as all of us headed to the bar & qued up for refreshments. No, don't worry I didn't touch any alcohol. I don't drink wine; only Vodka. Ahahahakz!!

We saw Vincent again during the reception; don't know if he was there during the announcement of the city hosting the 2012 Olympics but yeah, we saw him & we called out to him, which he responded with a surprised, "What are you all doing here?". We told him & them watch him amble away into the crowd. We took a few pictures then headed on home because the next day was still a school day.

As expected, me & Daffie woke up late that morning & came to school close to 11am. We had decided belatedly that we'd swim on Thursday & having to iron an extra set of clothes added to the lateness. Both of us ate lunch outside of Food Junction because there were no seats available & were soon joined by Khai, then later Christophe whom already had his lunch inside, in the cool comfort of air-conditioning. Lucky jerk.

Anywayz, the grinning idiot had to comment that his 'Lah' shirt was still better than mine, since I was wearing it that day. I turned to him with narrowed eyes & asked why.

"Because mine is black," was his reply. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing my pink boots or I'd have kicked him there & then. Like hello?? Yours is black & mine is blue. Black is booooooring. How the hell could it be nicer than mine!!?? Bleahx. Tell you what. Next time, we'll both wear the 'Lah' shirt & take a picture. Then, we'll compare.

Like, I'm the ORIGINAL 'Lah' & you're just 'Lah' Number 2. Or maybe Nicolas can be 'Lah' Number 2, since it's on the back of his name. Instead of his name being pronounced Nicolas, the 'S' is silent, making it pronounced as Nicola. Hmmm...not a bad idea. We'll see. So, Christophe was supposed to go swimming with us but was a no-show because he was sick. It didn't matter, anywayz. We weren't expecting himto come, either. So, it was just Daffie & I trying to improve on our swimming. Daffie is improving every time we swim; she doesn't need to stop every few metres now like she used to when we first started going to the pool. I'm sooooo proud of her for being able to swim non-stop for a lap now. I want her to get better. For myself, my stamina has increased & so has my speed. I can swim a lap without breathing so hard when I finish. Wooooooot!! I guess both of us were quite happy with our own accomlishments that day.

Until 2 fuckers tried to pick us up.

Daffie & I had agreed to swim another lap, rest awhile, then swim back, so we did. I let her swim first but managed to overtake her after awhile. I reached out to tap the edge of the pool but to my shock, I touched a hand. I panicked for awhile & looked around to see who's hand I had touched. It belonged to this guy whose face was blurry to me; he had his arms outstretched so no wonder I had made contact with him. I gave a stuttered apology, feeling a little embarrassed that I wasn't watching where I was swimming. Thinking back, it wasn't exactly my fault. Anywayz, the guy replied slickly, "Oh, no problem; it's okay." It wasn't his words that freaked me out, it was the tone in which he used. Like I could make contact with his hand again anytime I want. Gross!! Beside him, I could hear his friend snicker.

And when Daffie was swimming towards me, that same guy called out again in a placating tone, "That's it, come on. A few more strokes & you're there. Don't give up!!" And when she arrived, he applauded her. Like, whoaaaa!! Chikopek alert!! And then we got scared; kinda freaked out a little. I think that was about the only time I wished Christophe were there. Or any other guy whom we knew. Daph & me were praying like hell that those guys would leave, but that didn't happen. So, instead of us staying for awhile like we originally planned, we hightailed back to the other end of the pool as fast as we could swim. *Shivers* I swear, the next time we go swimming, I'm bringing a guy. Even if the guy ends up being Khai, I don't care. That kind of incident will NEVER happen again. So gatal. Girls in swimwear you also wanna pick up. Like, what the fuck!!?? Demented asshole.

Yesterday was supposed to be project demo day, but in the last minute, Handsome Mr. Foo said mine was postponed to Wednesday. Well, yeah, I gave a whoop of relief!! I was SO not looking forward to another round of KoKo Pops for the week. Once a week was more than enough. If my demo was yesterday, I would've definitely burst into tears there & then, begging Handsome Mr. Foo to have it delayed.

Before I knew that my demo was delayed, I went for my tea-break with Daph & Such to see if the free food was still available. We invited Nicolas along, but unfortunately when we arrived, all the food was gone. Unlike Christophe, it was just not his luck. And he was so looking forward to having the food. We know you're disappointed. There was only a roll cake, 2 Soon Kueh & a whole keg of Ribena left. And we gave that cake to the toilet Auntie whom, like us, had came down to see if she could grab some free food. In the end, Such & I ate the Soon Kueh. So sorry, Nicolas, maybe next time we'll have better luck. We'll keep you notified, aitez??

Yesterday, I wore my Baju Kurung & I tell, you, these typical Chinese people. *Shakes head* I went into the lab, and immediately, I was greeted with, "Eyy...wahh!! Wedding, arh!!??" *Rolls eyes* Not once, but quite a number of times. True, I had a family function to attend to that day, but that was the simplest one I could find!! No, I'm not angry at their lack of understanding, just mildly amused. Oh well, never mind. At least now they don't think I'm going to a wedding; or worse, GETTING married. Sheesh.

So, today I'm plagued with sickness; I feel horrible!! My cousins & aunt from Egypt had decided to stayover for the weekend & frankly, I haven't been the best of hosts. I just let them entertain themselves or my sisters & parents would do it. Seriously, I wasn't in the mood for visitors, much less visitors staying for the weekend. Bleahx...Hoping I'll get better by Monday.

Laterz...
Lenny JC