Wednesday, September 16, 2009 @6:34 PM
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Title: The Toilet Escapade.
It was a dark and gloomy day at the Junior Block, and I needed to scat.
BOOMS went the toilet door as I rushed in, bowels in great need of inevitable, glorious relief. Run, I did, to the cubicle that beheld my sight, upon seeing a perfectly fine toilet bowl, BOOMS went the door as I closed it behind my shoes. But lo and behold! As Fate would have it, there was no tissue! Evidently countless others had thought as I had, just a tad bit luckier and a large amount earlier.
With my dying breath, I flung open the horrendous wooden obstacle, and dragged myself to the one next door. I glance; the paper, the paper! The sheer whiteness seemed to blind me, or it might have been the tears of emotion. BOOMS went the door again, this time with a much greater enthusiasm than the first. But alas! Fate is cruel, and the cake is a lie.
Toilet seat, or toilet paper. That is the question.
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Okay, now where to begin. Ah yes. DMP!
Today was.. Freud and HMT. Freud was okay, quite interesting in fact. So basically everything around us is a giant penis. We kid you not. Anything ^ is a penis, everything V is the female version. That's Freud for you! Thinking out of the box.
Then HMT. This. Was. The. Best. Period. Of. HMT. In. Our. Lives. Seriously. The best. EVAR. We actually did something! This isn't normal in Chinese class. We felt so excited with instantaneous gratification that we actually decided to focus on the compo for that lesson. Whoo!
And we realized a certain prefect in our class has the, what was that. The want-to-sleep-with-your-teacher-but-instead-taking-the-term-'in your dreams'-a bit-too-literally syndrome. Not telling you who. Ryan's reputation would be ruined!
(at KFC for lunch, about a serving of what was that, value box thing and how he eats 'one
small bite at a time'.)
Greg: I didn't know they serve the chicken so big!
Me: Don't get cocky, its just a wing.
(at bus stop)
Greg: Is that 13? Wait, I don't think its 13. Oh wait, it IS 13.
Mush: Buh!
Greg: What! I'm not wearing my specs.
Me: Oh, you are
short sighted?
Then we did that roundabout thing at the playground near the Waffles Place. WHICH WAS HILARIOUS. We uh. Didn't go because uh. We no need lah! Next time, next time! (videos should be on Facebook anytime now..)
Okay, but we shall dedicate one paragraph to a certain two members of our Literature group who showed a significant amount of acceptance and tolerance today. Which is commendable! So we willingly applaud thee for thy greatness. *applauds*
If thy shall have me not,Then have me denied.For here, right now, thou must decide.Through petty mindset and pernicious Pride,I beg no longer; my Will hath died.It suffers no more, it deserves no less,For the Torture, Pain and Time to regress.Now, To or Fro, choose either ride,Lest come the day my Heart subside.