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I had squash. And guitar today. GAH.

Squash as usual, was kinda, normal I guess. We kinda played basketball, and I guess it was fun besides the fact that SOME PEOPLE were just so sour, and grumpy about supposed 'bias'. Many people (including myself) got hit in the face by violent people, and it was prettaye scary, and scarry, well scarring if you wanna demonstrate linguistic accuracy. But whatever right? HAHA. Conclusion: I hate basketball.

Yeah, sure its a pretty hasty final decision or whatnot, but after what happened today, its understandable.

1) Open air courts --> Hot like anything
2) Its basketball, non stop running up and downnnnn. NON STOP.
3) VIOLENCE:O I got hit in the eye thing, and LingLang asked me if I needed an eye mask, to which I responded 'Ha. Ha.'
4) Petty opponents, results in distancing relationships.

GAH. See my agony?

OKHAAAYY. Next - Guittarrrrrrrrr..

Great, had to go see Andrea slash Helen. Up to now, JingWens and I still don't know her name, so we made up 2 posssible names for her, and you know, either of the names is actually hers. WOAH. As usual, she was dressed emo/goth. Black, impossibly dark circle things around her eyes which I THINK is makeup. Today, Jingwens said her hair looked so Japanese, which I do kinda agree with. And she said she was tired due to lack of sleep. Hello? Everyone today is tired! Fatigue is the hallmark of the 21st century. So is caffeine, and virtually-related things, and being busy. And she also declined my Spicy Chips, because apparently her pimples would break out. Sheesh, its uncool to get pimples due to stress. Its in to freak out all the time and still look pretty:)

Oh, and the 'spicy' chips, quote, 'distinguishes men from boys' and Jingwens said it should be 'distinguishes boys from men' because the magnitude of spiciness of chips were rather weenie-ish. That was, until I came to the bottom part of the bag. Manufacturers don't really distribute the spiciness evenly do they? But anyway, the bottom part was still okay enough. So I guess according to TwistiesTM, I'm a man. But according to Jingwens, I'm a boy. Fair enough.

Okay. Edward Sannomongoliablahblahblahmacaronifirewxtinguisherchewymacaroni was lame as usual. He doesn't get our intellectual jokes, and just pretends to laugh like he understands. And sometimes, he answers un-intellectually. Which is lame, but what's new? We learnt a new song, by some guy who sounds German, and Jingwens apparently is against him. Yeah, it was really weirdish, because the POWER CHORD (which is something new I learnt) had to be pressed, yet barred at the same time, so it was kinda WOAH! I have no idea what I'm pressing.

In the middle of the lesson, Edward Sanno received a call. We bet it was Valentina Girlfriend, and then he went out of the otherwise freezing room to talk to her. Then he came in for about 5 seconds to tell us he had to get something and asked us if we had fiddled with his guitar (which we had not), and left for the next 5 minutes. But he was really just outside talking. And I tried to eavesdrop by opening the door, but he was satanding in his Edward pose, and just stared at me, so I freaked out and closed the door.

GAR. Edward calls us 'nerds' and 'small kids', which actually is kinda cute, NOT, because in fact he's the lame one. Like he believed that The Beatles, and Electrico came to our school to perform. And Jingwens and I just started cracking up after that. But I guess that's pretty normal, because isn't it just kinda crack-up-able. Nope, wasn't a question. Maybe only someone as thick as our dear friend Eddy will believe that rather far fetched story. No offense. BUT, his guitar skills are awesome. Its those something-good-to-make-up-for-the-bad-points kinda thing.

Then, when the lesson was over, he was walking out the corridor, when the Electrico drummer came out from another room, so it was like Electrico drummer dood in front, Edward Cullen, then Jingwens and I. And you know, Electrico drummer dood and dear Eddy looked exactly the same. They were wearing the same thing - some black shirt thing and jeans. Just that Electrico dood was a lot taller and thinner and had longer and lion-ny hair. So we kinda a made a guess that Eddy was wannabe Electrico dood, because Electrico dood is kinda famous and all for his band making this impossible song for National Day. Poor Eddy.

Okie dokey. That is all.
Goodbye. *LISTENING COMPREHENSION'S DING SOUND*

posted by JOY FENGAY @ 10:30 pm