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I will blog about the Last (official) Austin Class Trip. I WILL. When I am done with the goddamn SAT2 and when I am done packing all my stuff and when I am done moving home. As you can tell, I am in a thorny, fuck-dammit-goddamn-all mood right now and I will probably delete this freakin post when I feel better. I feel so thorny, I feel like a hedgehog. Pufferfish. Spiny Devil, or whatever you call that fugly lizard that lives in hot deserts (edit: it's Thorny Devil). So there. I will not blog right now because I won't be able to do it justice. So please bear with me. Sorry for the delay, Louisa. Fuck SAT2. I'm gonna screw up so bad tomorrow. And Suiying's 'screw up' is very serious screw up. She is a proffessional screw-upper. Damn, i can never spell professional right the first time. Ah. Fuck it all. If there is anyone who can get below 100 for Math2 without trying, it is I. I will screw up so bad tomorrow, everyone is going to avoid me forever because they will think i'm a freakin pembawa sial. See, this is how Suiying writes when she freewrites. plenty of profanities. Damn SAT2. Damn Math. Damn cold soup. Damn heat. Damn housemates. Damn toilet light. Damn everything.

risking my life

Shahril aka Bugger would understand this post :) For the rest of you, it's okay to have a little mystery in your lives :)

Suiying, you still using that Toefl CD later? I'm going to need it.

No prob. Tell me when you need it, kay?

But it's okay if you want to use it. I can borrow _____'s

NO! NO! I'll burn the CD! I'll burn! Don't borrow hers!

Wow. Overreaction. You're really terrified of her, huh?

What? It's creepy ohkay!

I can just go over to her place and get it.

But she will insist on coming over. It's ok, it's ok. I'll burn the CD.

LOL! Sheesh! It's just a comment!

*grabs an empty CD-R*

*proceeds to burn disc*

*hands the Longman CD to Amy*

***

You're blogging this? She reads your blog you know.

!!

And she thinks you're funny *grin*

!!! 

Ah. Who cares. It's my blog. Why should I care?

*grin*

*having second thoughts*

*publishes*

I shall not be responsible for what happens :)

Doing this is like suicide, isn't it?

my foot. literally.

I insist on complaining even though I know it's trivial. So there.

By some miraculous contrivance of Force, Angle and A-Million-To-One-Chance, I have managed to bang the top of my foot really really hard on my locker door.

Really really hard.

For once in my life, when I yell "MY FOOT!" I honestly literally am referring to that part of my anatomy. Of course, I didn't mean "Fuck my foot!" - it's more like "Fuck! My foot!". Suddenly, punctuation is very important.

Such excessive force on my foot has managed to compress my blood vessels to the extent that they have ruptured. They are now behaving like leaking pipes - gushing out liquid like no one's business. My epithelial cells, on the other hand, are pretty much unscathed, (looks like Shea Yuin's observation of my having 'thick skin' holds true! :P) so for now, I have a lovely purplish-blue flower blossoming on my right foot.

I would have been pleased with my new tattoo if it didn't hurt that much. Now, when I walk, it feels like someone had blardy planted a blardy mine underneath my blardy right foot.

*step*KAPOWW!*step*BOOM!*step*BAMM!*

Indeed, I am having fun complaining. It's so therapeutic, no?

I shall try my best to sleep the pain away :D

quadrilateral complications

"Suiying, you want some sauce?"

Very innocent question, right? Just helping out a friend right?

NOOO....

It is the beginning of my involvement with that Bugger-Krystal-Beatrice love triangle. Now, it's a quadrilateral. Wah lau. Just because Bugger asked me before he asked Beatrice!

So now I am trying my best to evade the death rays his fanatical girlfriend is trying to fry me with. Phew! Good thing she has terrible aim! And I can use Bugger as a shield :)

Everytime I talk to Bugger, I look around furtively in case Beatrice is lurking around somewhere below and tries to garrote me. Heck, she once bribed me into not talking to Bugger! I shall not reveal the terms and conditions *grin* But then, she withdrew her offer, so now I am free to talk to Bugger. Damn :D

Hell, today I was just heading out to an empty spot in front of the library to sit and to mind my own business. Mana lah tahu, suddenly this feral animal took the form of a Beatrice and growled at me: a clear primitive signal of BACK OFF! I looked behind her. Ah. No wonder. She's guarding me from Bugger. 

Haih...

Beatrice, no need to expend energy for growling + baring teeth. Just point out the fact that Bugger is there and I will obligingly fade into the background and leave him to your mercy, I mean, leave him to your love ;)

What I would give to go back to the time when all I had was Ronnie :D

i need a hug