I'm dang lovable.
On Monday, we had our PE lessons. And because we completed everything, the last term was meant for us to play around and slack. With the inclusion of the BishanActive, we found a whole new vista this holy ground opened up for us during PE lessons.
So we walked over(not that hard actually, just cross the road can liao) and the 4-1 people started playing soccer while the 4-7 people started playing basketball. Half-court at that, because the other half was used by some random residents I guess.
With a half-court and 15+ people playing, the other half of the class deemed it impossible to play anything without compromising play quality. So CX came up with this game: Ice and water. Or whatever it's called, but the iFea is the same.
So we started running around within a designated area, which wasn't that huge, when Mr. GYH walked over and stopped us.
It was quite funny, and even though I have nothing against him, I find what he said quite funny.
'Do you actually think that these people are just looking at you guys running around? NO! They are formulating letters to send to the school! And for blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...'
As he was berating us, I...sort of giggled. I hardly giggle. I couldn't help it.
So yea.
Sums up what was noteworthy of Monday.
Now Tuesday was a very fun day. Had our physics free period, and went for burgers at the primary school side, where we terrorized the small kids by reading their name tags and addressing them.
Imagine that you're a primary5 kid. There's this guy with a lot of pubic hair from his stomach(I'm not referring to myself this time), and he shouts 'Hello *yourname*!'
Wouldn't you feel threatened?
So yea. I joined in with Gran after awhile though.
Something interesting about primary school kids: They jiggle. They are effing fat, and I see a need for the 'No fried food except for one day a week' kind of program that deprives us of the burgers we need so much. So we were just sitting there, watching, while a lot of kids ran past jiggling whatever assets(or lack of assets) they had.
Heard that they did cute stuff such as faking like they were holding a gun, shooting at other kids and stopping dead in their tracks when they came across us.
It was all fun. Soon, there was this 2metre radius around us in which none of the kids dared to come near.
I guess they have a very unique form of communication. Or maybe we look foreign. OK we are foreign.
Oh yea another thing about primary school side: Got mothers. Now I'm not a MILF-hunter(MILF can also stand for a terrorist group, so I'm clarifying this: I'm not referring to terrorist groups), but even if I were it might be a terribly turn-off sexperience.
There was this auntie who was walking around in what seems like pyjamas, while the few of us were cursing and swearing under our breaths at the visual pollution that was in the form of white pyjamas. The worse part(note the comparative term) was that it was quite loose and stuff could happen. The worst part(note the superative term) was that she didn't have much assets to strut.
So KJ the bastard dared me to go up to her to do something stupid, which he demonstrated to me.
He stood up, walked over to me, bent down and looked at my chest within the range of 10cm, and with a look of supreme concern, inquired 'Um..where's your..uh..where's your tits?' Then gestures awkwardly at my chest. He dared me to do it for 5bucks. Of course I declined.
But his acting was hilarious.
Oh and primary school side got more chio teachers. I think. Ah well. Not sure.
Then on Wednesday, I think we were supposed to come up with something for the year magazine class page.
So after much deliberation, Gran came up with a 'Creative, Unique, Macho'. Then the quotation was 'In your face'. And the slogan was 'Anytime, anywhere'. Don't remember much about the slogan though.
So yea. C.U.M. In your face Anytime Anywhere.
Mrs Yap found out after a day's lag. So yea. It changed. I forgot what is it already. Or maybe I didn't.
I forgot which day was it, but I was on the bus 156 and it was a crowded sexperience. There were these 2 guys from the same school, and I think they were friends. Perhaps more than friends, because I found the way in which they looked at each other very provocative. And one of them looks feminine. It's scary, but I couldn't move anyway, so I had to stand there and take in the sight. It'd be utterly disrespectful to just shut my eyes, and being a perfect gentleman, I did what I had to do, which is to enjoy.
So after awhile the guy who doesn't look as feminine left. So yea. The feminine-looking guy was breathing down my hand. Maybe because I'm holding onto the pole, but he could've chosen another place to exhale right?
OK this is just me in over-reaction mode.
But the breathing down thing made my spider senses tingle, although I'm not much of a spider. Heh. Quite scary anyway.
And I think they tried to check me out. I could see them staring at me from the corner of my eyes. I tend to see a lot of things from the corners. Let's not spam any biological facts here.
Anyway.
Have you thought about how socially unacceptable it is for gays to exist as compared to lesbians? Don't lie. You think so too.
People don't watch gay porn. People do watch lesbian porn. That much says everything. The other points, you can think of it yourself.
Oh and I think I was a bit emotional on that day the guy breathed down my hand. I forgot why, but I noted it down(I save everything in minutes as a draft first before blogging), so I'm going to try replicate what happened(or did not happen). I think I was hugging my bag, wishing that it wasn't just a bag I was hugging.
After all, how can one seek comfort from nylon? OK I don't even know what my bag is made of. So never mind.
I seriously forgot why I got depressed. Maybe I listened to K 歌之王 too much. Ah well.
Today: Nothing much happened. I guess the only funny thing that happened was when Terence farted in Hubert's face. Twice. Maybe thrice, I couldn't count. So yea. He just...prfopt! and prfopt! again. Dang zai.
I did that during Maths too. So yea. But I only managed it once, and Justin who sat in front of me turned around 'Ehh what's that sound ah?'
I couldn't reply, I don't recall having farted that loudly before.
About farts: Why do people try to hold it back? Just let it go. Enjoy the process. Let your ass warm up. Sometimes after farting, my ass feels warmer. Maybe my gas combusted in the presence of oxygen, thus burning my ass. Or maybe some other stuff came out along with my gas. I certainly don't wish to contemplate the second possibility.
About sleep: Sleep more, it's good.
Should put everything in place. If you trust me, you'd click on the link above because it tells you everything you need to know about sleep and sleep debts and how sleeping is essential in growing that 4more cm you so desperately want.
And if you've got the time, watch this MV:
An old song, yes, but heh. The MV is effing funny. My sister found this when she went singing with her friends, and she showed it to me.
Now I find it funny so I'm showing it to you.
Don't read the below if you've yet to watch the MV and plan to watch it later.
OK so...he bounces around, and it is apparent that he lip-syncs. OK people shooting their MVs lip-sync all the time, but this is seriously lip-syncing in overdrive.
It's too obvious, and it's a chore to have to watch the MV and him syncing away.
And the part about Chang'E was very humorous. I liked the part twhen Chang'E took away his helmet, and he flew off. I..don't take physics but I don't think humans fly off because of minute details like a sudden deprivation of a protective helmet in somewhere safe such as the moon.
It was just..epic. Wonderful. Geniusitic.
Watch.
And re-watch, just to make sure you've got your points.
You know, I always say stuff like 'Good things must wait one', 'looks can be deceiving', and the like.
I've realized that looks can be deceiving indeed.
Look at me. I look horny. But am I horny? NO!
I'm a sex fiend with tentacles for fingers, except that I disguise myself well. I'm going to be a carnivorous sheep!
Trust me, carnivorous sheeps are in existence, as well as herbivorous wolves. Look at me, I'm a herbivorous wolf.
OK I just contradicted myself.
Let's just say that some people are like rotten durians. Hard to crack open, and when they are cracked open, it reveals rotting flesh. Not worth it.
People like me are definitely the nicer, sweet-smelling kind of durian. I think I'm dang sweet. Ah well. So yea. Unless you're not a durian lover, you'd love people like me. No wait, you'd love me.
I think I'm dang lovable.
-- 9/22/2008 11:16:00 PM
