INJECTION DAY.
IT HURT LIKE FREAKING I-DONT-KNOW-WHAT.
really. even kfc refused to let me hit his left arm. (who will?) its still a little numb, probably cos of biscuit in a dustbin's whack. on my left arm. on that wound. which is why im gonna create IDPTBK. some examples(one of which(first one)is why im so mad at deyshune) :
Number 1
as usual, they (the cool trendsetters, although i think most of them arent) were playing 'catching'. but something unusual, was that deyshune the 'catcher' was only chasing junkang for some reason. (poor guy. jun kang, i mean.) all the ppl (and this is rather funny) were sitting there on the step in a row, looking at them run around (gloomily). they were sitting there cos they couldnt play, with deyshune having only junkang as a target. so, as everyone knows i always like to do, i went over and said,' hey, you alright?' fine. i admit that i was being KPO. but still. then something (perhaps a bone) in desmond snapped. 'filthyword, you extrafilthyword, ' then edward had to join in the call-kimberly-the-worst-filthyword-ever-contest. then, the (comparable to mdm agnes's whistle if you're standing near) reccess bell chose this time to ring. since mdm mona lee was picking us up, we had to assemble outside the pe room. then i snapped. i practically (together with nicole cos she wanted to help) chased deyshune out into the sunny patch of light outside the pe room, very near the field, and started my own filthy word contest. ranting. loudly. like(hey a similie!) ten thousand loud objects mixed together in a large salad bowl then poured down his ear. just like that. nic thought it was fun and did so too. but hers was for fun. mine was for real. sounds emo, i know. anyway, after all my rantings, i ignored him. for real. and even gavin realised. (he took three days to find out. I KNOW!)
Number 2
this ones abt biscuit in a dustbin.
i knew someone, (not gonna mention name) had cried during injection, and i wanted to say that it was alright, as a lot of ppl cried, but immediately after i asked,' hey (that person's name), you cried?' justin biscuit in a dustbin kicked my knee. thats right. MY OH-SO-GROSS MOVABLE KNEE. then he hit me. hard. ON MY INJECTION WOUND. JUSTIN YOU XIAO AH??? i shld have said. but i didnt. cos it didnt hurt. NOT AT THAT MOMENT. which also means it hurt later.
ohno. i gtg. bye!