Back To School (well, not quite)

The exams are over so what's the first thing I do? I head back to school. How very clever of me, no?

Well, in my defense, I was heading back only to collect my CW final assignment, because the only way to find out what grade we got was to head back to school and collect the paper itself. I got 78% for the assignment, sigh. I know my writing isn't that good, but I'd hoped to get something a little better. It's an A grade, that's for sure, but I thought I'd be able to do better.

(This is prolly where all my friends start whacking me and scolding me for being stupid. Thanks guys.)

I'd also gone back to meet up with Aishah, Lya and Suzette for a bit of a chat. We took loads of pictures, and well, Shi Yuan popped by for a bit too, so it felt like a Team Eulogy meeting all over again, just without Abang Dy.

Lya trying to be funny.

Suzette and I making funny faces hehehe.

I seriously need a hobby.
Or a life.

Well someone likes messing around with makeup.

What nice lips you have...

Awwh Lya sho kute.

Aishah checking out exactly how nice her skirt looked when she twirled.

Some symbol from Fairy Tail, I'll have to check it out.

Aishah and I.

Mummy and her two lovely baby girls!

After that, Suzette had to leave, Shi Yuan couldn't stick around long enough for me to get a decent photo of him, and well, we all just packed up and left. Went into Cheers to get a coffee (yes, the coffee-that-smells-like-milo-but-tastes-like-coffee-so-I-guess-that's-what-it-is coffee) and some siew mai to nom on before heading home.

At least, that was the plan, until my bag (carrying my camera) slipped off my shoulder as I was setting the coffee down on the table.

I was really lucky that I didn't drop the bag (thank Kami, thank God and whoever else is up there possibly listening) and that I caught it with my elbow.

Of course, that meant that my hand (which was carrying boiling hot coffee) jerked. And the coffee ended up spilling all over my hand.

Again, really lucky that I didn't drop the bag. But ow. Just really ow.
In all truth I was more worried about my camera and laptop than my hand. A scalded hand will heal in time, no worries. But a drenched-in-coffee camera and/or laptop? Fuck no. I'd actually rather die or get scalded a couple more times than let that happen.

Thankfully, both the camera and laptop are fine, but my bag and white top both need a wash STAT.
My white top. White. Oh Kami why..... 
Well I should be heading home to dump all my stuff into the wash, but the thing is, I'm stuck in school because it's positively pouring and I forgot to bring a brolly. Again.

This is me.
Forever forgetting to bring a brolly and jacket to school on days that I need them most.

But oh well, another Nat moment to add to the ever-growing list, no? I should be on a variety show or something.
"First she gets burned by a hot iron, now she's gotten herself scalded by boiling hot coffee! Catch more of Natalie's misadventures on What Will She Do Next?! coming right up after these advertisements!"

The show would make millions.

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