Woopz Productionz.

Changed my blog title from Reflections to Woopz Productionz. None of my entries are reflections. I don’t reflect. And Woopz Productionz has absolutely no meaning. So now I would have to change my header picture. Woopz.

WOKIE!

Planet Hollywood Pictures time! Sorry for the delay in updating but if you all don’t know yet, I study at a university aiming to excel at churning out mindless report-writing mad scientists. While charging exorbitant fees. What superb marketing people they have.

Anyways, I nearly deformed my fingers today during laboratory session. The lecturer was too giam (as in giam siap, stingy) to give us rubber gloves to transfer concentrated, corrosive acid. The aluminium foil melted/reacted with the acid on contact and generated so much heat it nearly scorched my bushy eyebrows. WEI I PAY EXPENSIVE LAB FEES LA! Damn giam.

Woopz. Digressed.

We were supposed to be at Planet Hollywood by 8.30pm. However as usual, nearly everyone was late. Traffic jam, police kacau, took wrong turn, pump petrol, need to make up, boss scold, tyre pancit (ok, I know, it’s punctured), etc various standardized late excuses are ingrained in us Malaysians. When Sheena, Pikyi and I arrived at about 8.45pm (?), Wayz and boyfriend Hann Jing was already waiting for us.

Oh, how come Sheena, Pikyi and I arrived together, you ask (or maybe you didn’t)? They came over to my house to bathe straight after lab. Which brings us to another different (long) story whereby I had to skip class to clean up my room before they came over. Nevermind bout that.

Later on, Cynthia arrived towing along with her a boyfriend, named Jonathan. Then along came flower Phangz, Darren, Ding Ding and MX.

Pikyi, Phangz and I decided to leave all the ordering (work) to our Kakak Sheena who expertly and efficiently ordered Hawaiian Pizza, some pasta whose Italian name I cannot remember (the white, creamy type, not the tomato-ey type), and BBQ chicken. Wootz.

Now, for the highlights of this blog, PWETTY PICs of us. *nodsw vigourously*