Ever Changing Guises

Friday, August 4

`*~RS Project~*`

*My apologies forthe fact that I haven't been blogging for a..g.e.s.

*Today, since I'm still sick (for those who aren't Sandy Wang, Chuo Li or one of those who have been listening to me cough, whine about my drippy nose and so on, you wouldn't know anything about this) , I didn't attend Track training. Instead, I went to Chuo's house after school, together with Kimberly, to complete our Research Studies project. And now, I'm glad to be able to declare our project officially completed! Hurray! After slogging through it for half a year, I'm really happy that we're done with all those power point slides and reports.

*Anyway, we had quite a fun time at Chuo Li's. Firstly, we had a lunch of pot-stickers(guo tie), bee hoon, a weird dish of mushrooms, beancurd and veggies (WDOMBAV), some rather dry chicken and last but not least, jelly. No one dared to touch the WDOMBAV, nor the chicken, except for me. The WDOMBAV was quite interesting, and since my nose is blocked, I couldn't reallly taste it, so it was just salty to me. And the chikcne was bland. I tried a piece, and didn't take any more. Chuo Li kept cracking some joke about a guy who was so fat that when he died, his coffin couldn't fit into a incinerator(it's in the news). It's not funny, darling Chuo Chuo. We started on the RS report after that. Kimberly and Chuo Li started saying that I'm quite good at crapping, considering the fact that I was typing lengthy sentences filled with rather profound words. Well. I suppose I do crap quite a lot, but it doesn't matter.

*Around 4.50pm, Kimberly and I walked to my house. Kimberly saw Toppy and Eveie for the first time- Yay!- and I also showed her my 13 plush rabbits. Those who want evidence that I really do have 13 toy rabbits, look for Kimberly. She's seen it with her own eyes. That was when I found out that mein Handy was missing. I searched through my bag for quite a while before I called Chuo to ask if it was in her mum's car. It turned out that it was. Haiz. I believe I shall collect it from her later.

*I suppose it takes a visitor to visit one's house before one can start to appreciate the place one has stayed in for 11 years. That holds true for me. After Kimberly left, I looked around my living room and felt that it suddenly seemed so wide and spacious, I'm glad that my house is big. I've never really felt that way before. That's a good feeling, I think.

*Oh yes, I just saw my tagboard. I have to apologise for saying this, but let me be crude for a moment: Whoever you are who called me a slut, do you think you're much better than one, to be able to say that? Because firstly, do you even know what a slut is? Fresh out from the dictionary, a slut is: 1) a slattern. If you don't know what one is, go look up your own dictionary. 2) a women prostitute. On the existence of my Eveie, Toppy and my 13 rabbits, I can swear that I have never slept with anyone else except for my 13 rabbits, my pillow and other what-nots. So, based on what do you call me a slut? Next, I don't even KNOW you. Or perhaps I do, but I don't make it a point to look up every anon that calls me names. Since you are so cowardy that you don't even dare to write your real name here, I will be able to say this: What have I done to you for you to call me a slut? Little idiot, either reveal who you are through email or through whatever newfangled communication device you can use now or simply get lost. Pest.

*Okay, now I shall apologise for my callow remarks. Sorry to those who deserve better than to have to read that.

*Going off now... 1..2..3..*poof*

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