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Tuesday, August 11, 2009, 1:20 PM
... Super Rings are too cheesy for lunch. I need to remember to practice abstinence from (or for?) those from now onwards. Humphh.
I hate you, J. Yes. *nods decisively* I do. Made me
almost laugh while Ms Ang was walking by ok. Cos, during recess, J and I were argueing about something. I forgot. People tend to do that when they're emotionally traumatised, you know. So Balzato just suddenly came up and said, "Jess, can I ask you a question?" In that sad little voice. Oh yes. I remember now. Because we were arguing whether I should staple her eraser (which I totally should have done) she told Balzato to go get Bella's eraser. But the she stood beside Bella's table and said "I'm going to throw it!". And she threw it. It flew to Bella's table first. And Balzato said, "Too bad, it prefers Bella." Then it bounced to Celeste. While J was saying "Because, well, you're standing there?" And then Balzato simply stood there and asked, "Jess. Am I fat?" And she responded with "We-ell, have you checked your BMI?" And I just started laughing like hell. I mean, I couldn't help it. And of course J started to curse me, tell me to shut up, and hope that I would suddenly laugh out like that in the middle of our English CT. And she didn't fail from lack of trying, too. Everytime I turned around or I faced her, she went "Am I fat?" I was going to keel her.

Oh yes. Before we went into class we (Elaine, Bella, Alifish, Balzato and I) were sitting on the wooden planks beside our classrooom (I forgot what they were called). Then Eleanor and Debbie were planning a sneak attack on Elaine, except Balzato noticed, and told Elaine, who got totally alert (the attempt failed. Oh well.). So afterward Eleanor sat next to Elaine while Debbie and Dorothy (I forgot how she came into the picture) sat
behind Elaine and Eleanor. And then they started trying to shove Elaine off the bench. It was. Hilarious. Yup. I forgot who won. I don't think anyone did. Probably doesn't help that I started fighting with Alifish (again) and I was using my nails and everything and she was using her fingers and everything. Joan Chua (beside Alifish) looked vaguely startled and maybe a little scared when we started emitting zombie sounds (what!) and, you know, making noise. For some reason. Anyways.

Guess what a hickey is? From Dictionary.com:
–noun, plural -eys.
1. Slang.
a. a pimple.
b. a reddish mark left on the skin by a passionate kiss.
2. any device or gadget whose name is not known or is momentarily forgotten.
3. Electricity. a fitting used to mount a lighting fixture in an outlet box or on a pipe or stud.
4. a tool used to bend tubes and pipes.


Therefore, ladies, and well, ladies (because I certainly don't think [nor hope] that there are people who are
not my friends visiting my blog [it's scary you know] and as most of you know. I am a sexist. Was. Really, is there a difference?)
Elaine is a pimple. Haa. [Elaine. Terribly sorry if you mind. Tell me and I'll remove it 8D]

Cheers.

P.S. Someone better post on that piece of shit blog.