Sunday, January 21, 2007



Me - [Drops pencil] "Oops." [Reaches down from chair, picks it up, knocks eraser down.]
Jo-Ann - "Your eraser dropped."
Me - "Kay." [Picks up eraser, knocks calculator off bed] "Shoot..."
Jo-Ann - "So careful aren't you."
Me - "Shut up." [Bends down, falls off chair] "Bloody shit."

Me - "Don't bounce on my bed. It might break."
Jo-Ann - [O.o] "Then why are you still sleeping on it?"
Me - "There're 3 mattresses and those boxes under the bed. I doubt I'd notice if the bed collapsed and I dropped all of that 1 inch."

[Reversi]
Jo-Ann - "So you taking black or white?"
Me - [Giggling] "You take black. I'll take normal."
Jo-Ann - "What the hell?"
Me - "Well you always did like to corrupt."
Jo-Ann - "That sounds weird. And wrong."

Me - "This is Gin, in ASCII format."
Jo-Ann - [Stares] "Just pretend I'm screaming in a damn high-pitched voice now; I'm too lazy."
Me - "Okay." [Jerks back] "Ouch, shut up lah!"

Spastic Jo-Ann and I get along very well. Yesh.

I don't know why I'm blogging. I have absolutely nothing to blog about, save for the ordinary mundane everythings of everybody's life. Well, except for those starving children in Africa/Nigeria/whatever, doesn't apply to them I guess.

Well, firstly, it only drizzled a bit on Saturday, allowing us despo CO ( Oooo rhyming!) despoes (OOOO REPEITION!) to play a bit of soccer. I <3 style="font-weight: bold;">I-Feel-Like-A-Car-Ran-Me-Over , others call it Exhaustion I think. Almost didn't go CO, because I woke up with the most wonderful headache ever. The headache was so painful, it hurt to think of the pain. And since all I could think about was the pain, it basically hurt like teh uber-shizz.

For some reason ( I suspect insanity ), I decided to drag myself out of bed, washed up, went to the market for breakfast, then Dad drove me to VS. By the time I reached VS, my headache had just about gone away, so I thought I was fine.

By the time CO ended, my head was aching just a liiiiiiiiiiittle bit, but it wasn't raining homgzorz. My thirst to play the game where I either run maniacally after the ball or just stone ( also known as soccer ) overwhelm common sense, and I went to play soccer. Up in the Parade Square.

Blah blah blah, I decided to go into hyper mode and chased after the ball. And of course, being the excellent defender I am and all, I managed to deflect the rammed ball with my face and stomach. Resulting in the return of the headache in addition to a slight breathing problem.

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By Saturday Night, I decided that I should just sleep and stone and sleep. Which I did. Woke up with a bit of a headache, but that cleared itself up soon enough. But that was at...10+. So I didn't go church.

And it's....10.30. Got to go pack my bag for schell (School+Hell) tomorrow.

Buah byes.