Friday, August 18, 2006
I Continue To Write A Diary (1)
What, Diary, so now I'm supposed to do something like this: (?!?!)
Dear Kelly,
I think I've got a really sick mind. I also live in a very sick environment that is making my mind sick. You know, my class keeps talking about uncles and baskets and bigger ones *aHEm* and leaves that are growing. Yeah, I know it doesn't sound that serious but really if you think about it perhaps you can understand why I actually bother to write to Kelly, Kelly being Kelly as in the *aHEm* Kelly and not other Kellys that I know, no offense to Kellys.
Liddat?
PURLEEZ... +_+
When we went for the media club talk at the Singapore Press Holdings we met this really cool famous cartoonist called Miel that apparently is really very famous, as if I doubted it in the beginning which I suppose I did since I said 'apparently', and he can draw really cool cariacatures (spelling unknown) which are portraits of people with exaggerated features and he DREW A CARIACATURE OF MISS TAN.
When he came to the evil eyes and big-ish mouth, Gayle and I nearly died from trying to stifle our laughter, and yes this was one of the rare times when you really can't look at what's going on or you'll laugh really, really, REALLY loudly because it's just so funny and you'll embarrass MG.
Yeah. EMBARRASS MG. Doncha dare.
Like we don't have a bad enough reputation already?
Bimbos + himbos?
Um, hello?
I REFUSE TO BE MENTIONED IN THE SAME SENTENCE AS THESE B-H PAIRS.
And then today while the whole class was complaining about stuff and stuff, Nat told me about Ways To Get Across The Message That We Are Going To Be Late For Something If We Don't Stop Wasting Time Here.
To counter Mrs Ng's pep talks (45min): Tap your watches and do that 'tuttut' thing real loud. Stare at your watch face in the digits like they're trying to cheat you of your time. I'm supposing that those who actually do sacrifice themselves for this good cause of getting across the message of (see above) go cross eyed very easily as they would have to simultaneously stare at their watches and at Mrs Ng at the same time.
To counter Miss Tan's class-complaint session (1 and 1/2 h): Flip the pages of Emily of Emerald Hill really obviously next to your ear and listen hard for something like you're trying to make out some sounds of big prawns squealing. ^^ And remember to exclaim: "Mmmm, I smell the clean, crisp pages of my literature text, especially the fresh and white pages of the book that we haven't gone through yet!!!"
AHAHAHAHAHA sorry that's why I was laughing all the way through the class-complaint session, important though I know it be.
Dear Kelly,
I think I've got a really sick mind. I also live in a very sick environment that is making my mind sick. You know, my class keeps talking about uncles and baskets and bigger ones *aHEm* and leaves that are growing. Yeah, I know it doesn't sound that serious but really if you think about it perhaps you can understand why I actually bother to write to Kelly, Kelly being Kelly as in the *aHEm* Kelly and not other Kellys that I know, no offense to Kellys.
Liddat?
PURLEEZ... +_+
When we went for the media club talk at the Singapore Press Holdings we met this really cool famous cartoonist called Miel that apparently is really very famous, as if I doubted it in the beginning which I suppose I did since I said 'apparently', and he can draw really cool cariacatures (spelling unknown) which are portraits of people with exaggerated features and he DREW A CARIACATURE OF MISS TAN.
When he came to the evil eyes and big-ish mouth, Gayle and I nearly died from trying to stifle our laughter, and yes this was one of the rare times when you really can't look at what's going on or you'll laugh really, really, REALLY loudly because it's just so funny and you'll embarrass MG.
Yeah. EMBARRASS MG. Doncha dare.
Like we don't have a bad enough reputation already?
Bimbos + himbos?
Um, hello?
I REFUSE TO BE MENTIONED IN THE SAME SENTENCE AS THESE B-H PAIRS.
And then today while the whole class was complaining about stuff and stuff, Nat told me about Ways To Get Across The Message That We Are Going To Be Late For Something If We Don't Stop Wasting Time Here.
To counter Mrs Ng's pep talks (45min): Tap your watches and do that 'tuttut' thing real loud. Stare at your watch face in the digits like they're trying to cheat you of your time. I'm supposing that those who actually do sacrifice themselves for this good cause of getting across the message of (see above) go cross eyed very easily as they would have to simultaneously stare at their watches and at Mrs Ng at the same time.
To counter Miss Tan's class-complaint session (1 and 1/2 h): Flip the pages of Emily of Emerald Hill really obviously next to your ear and listen hard for something like you're trying to make out some sounds of big prawns squealing. ^^ And remember to exclaim: "Mmmm, I smell the clean, crisp pages of my literature text, especially the fresh and white pages of the book that we haven't gone through yet!!!"
AHAHAHAHAHA sorry that's why I was laughing all the way through the class-complaint session, important though I know it be.
-+Darkening Dawn+-dreamingat >>8:13 PM