Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwesome Pizza (at/during Aw's).

Yes. We had pizza in tuition last monday. Ain't it awesome? Well, this will pretty much be like Jasmine's blog but oh well, there haven't been many pictures down here recently.

*Narration Begins*

It was a beautiful rainy day where the stars stayed out to decorate the sky. They were glistening and glittering away. Well, at least I think they were... But no matter, whether the night was pretty or not, essays, yes, in plural form were shoved down our throat and up to our brains and we had no choice but to comply and do as Mr. Nicolai, The Evil One With Many Wives, says. After all, we do pay him to do that to us.

As we were all quietly (hah! yeah right...) doing our work, a very inspiring thought came across one of our (Feli, Rhu Zen, May Vin, Shi Han, Me) brilliant minds and that inspired person guess it was only right to share that oh-so-inspiring thought. I think it was May Vin. She (if it was her), oh, she was something. The simple word she sputtered rang a thousand bells in our mind.

Pizza, she said.

The next thing you know, we were all so engrossed in this brilliant dish, of Italian origin, consisting a baked disc of dough covered with a wide variety of savoury, and I sure do mean savoury, toppings. We were consumed by the idea of consuming pizzas.

So I popped the question/suggestion:

Why don't we call for delivery?

Obviously, everyone agreed. But. There was one who did not concur to our exeptional proposal. He was The Evil One. He disagreed, simply because we haven't done (at all) our work yet. How irrational is that?

Evidently, we went on anyway. I have to admit, I was only joking at first, half-joking at least. And as Jasmine expresses, I went:

Are you (guys) serious!?

I suppose they were.

So, I whipped out my phone, and dialed 1-3-0-0-8-8-2-5-2-5. (PS. This reminds me of the debate team! when Adila said something similar to that during the... debate.)

Everyone else, Feli made the first move, started whipping out their phones too. Why? Pictures! Haha... But as we were busy executing our scheme as the stupid computer operated operator annoys me with the extremely uncalled-for numbers to dial just to get a simple pizza, The Evil One started cooking up a plan, quite identical to what his nickname suggests.

He started making everyone laugh. Oh, wait. Everyone was laughing already but he intensified the effect. Why? No one knew why. Perhaps it was just being the evil him that he is. If i'm not mistaken, he was saying something discourteous too. The next thing ya know, the phone line went dead.

That stupid operator friggin' slammed (or clicked) the phone down on me when she was asking me for the house address! She thinks that this is a joke!? People could starve!!!

Then The Evil One With Many Wives revealed that it was all part of his ingenious plan because he knew, oh, he knew that she would end the call, thinking it was some sort of prank by a couple of hooligans! Smart. Reaaaal smart.

But, he suddenly transformed into a nice little angel and Jasmine called again and it was a sealed deal! Pizza to arrive in 30 minutes! Yay!

*End of Narration*

Since a picture says a thousand words, there shall be no need for and narration anymore.

Enjoy!
















PS. Dear Mr. Nicholas Aw, We're, okay, I don't have a voice for everyone, but I, I am going to miss your classes and your mysterious phone calls from one of your many wives! Oh, but i won't miss you. Don't worry. I'll just see you on facebook! ;)