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Saturday, April 19, 2008


No, Boyu - I didn't get wet again.
Thank God for that :D

Friday sucked.
Mainly 'cause I had this thing - whatever it is - stuck inside my throat. Okay, so it's not exactly inside my throat. But somewhere along that area. Hey, I'm not doctor, so I don't know where it is, okay? It felt like a fish bone. Although I had no idea what was it's cause. It was there midway when I ate blue bowl [fish ball noodles] and felt like I swallowed something down the wrong pipe. And it bugged me all the way through the whole day afterward. And don't you think there's something wrong with this whole scene? Fish bone inside fish ball noodles?! It doesn't exactly make sense, so I'm guessing it wasn't a fish bone.

Jane[ah lau] suggested that since fish balls were made out of fish, they might have dropped some bone in there. -.-

I don't think that's it, though. Of course, from experience, I've learnt to never take her word for ANYTHING. She's simply giving some weird, irrelevant comment. :D

Allow me to quote Jane Lau:
"SmellyPoo kept ranting that she had a thing inside her troat.& She tried to murder herself by stuffing her chopstick in her mouth. Horrible."

HAHAHHAH. That got me laughing pretty hard.
AND. SOME HOUSEKEEPING ISSUES. I WAS NOT STUFFING CHOPSTICKS INTO MY MOUTH. I was trying to get that thingy out! Okay, so maybe that's equivalent[sp?] to stuffing chopsticks in my mouth. But the way Jane says it looks like I'm from freak city. -.- Stupid ah lau.

I was quite ... irritated by it - which caused me to be pretty irritable when I got home. That accursed, insignificant barnicle. -.- Oh, oh! But now it's gone! I have no idea what happened, though. I took a nap, woke up, and TA-DAH! It's gone :DDDDD And I was praying it would come out. And it did!

The power of prayer.
LOL :D

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Today [Saturday] sucked big time as well.
Why? See this : PATRICK. LOO. STINKS.

He's such an arrogant freak. Kept picking on me during dance class, just 'cause I couldn't get the beat right from that stupid Janet Jackson [did I even spell her name correctly?] song. At first. Okay, so maybe I still wasn't so sure about it in the end. But I was at least able to do it :D

The steps are apparently getting more and more difficult.

There was this part that was quite fast, and most people kept getting the beat wrong. I was one of them. And OF ALL THE PEOPLE THAT WAS STANDING THERE. HE POINTED TO ME AND WENT : Can you hear the music or not?!!?!?

Hello? Other people also could not get the beat right - and he decided to pick ME to scold and ME to "show him that I DO know how to do".

What an arrogant idiot. And then because I wasn't quite sure of the steps, so I did the steps smaller, with little energy - as everybody else was doing. And he decided to scold ME again. Saying that the movements are so big yet they become so meak and small when given to me. OPEN YOUR EYES, DUDE. EVERYONE IS DOING ABOUT THE SAME THING AS ME!

Then, around the end of the class, where we repeated kept doing everything. I was so pissed I practically danced as hard as I could, just so he wouldn't have a chance to scold me. Again.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.
But it didn't affect me much. After all, how can you take things from an arrogant person seriously? I swear, next lesson I won't give him as much chance to scold me. I think.

:D