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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Aha.
Guess what I am going to say.

TUITION WAS HILARIOUS, MANZXZX.
Whoohoo.
Okay, so it happened as such. Joan and I went into Science class to find NO ONE inside but Mr Chin and WeiLing, this quiet quiet girl who works really hard and is super smart and rarely gets a "NOO GOOOOD." or a "Incorrect, ah." from Mr Chin. And Joan and I just sat there listening to him drone on about Refraction and Joan's somewhat checkered attendance. And Joan and I were like, telling each other how this lesson would be a sleepy lesson.
Then...
Lester came in. Big disappointment. (No offence, dude.) And then Ben came, and it still wasn't interesting until Ian came, and they joked around madly. And Mr Chin got so pissed he told us that 'youngsters like you (Ian)' were getting bad to worse, and Ian said, "Worse to worser!" And I went, there's no such word, invoking of course the dictionary response. Then Mr Chin sent Ian to a corner. And Ian just spent his time in the corner messaging and digging out rubbish from his bag and dumping it into Mr Chin's open pencilcase. (!)
Then Math class.
It was funnaye!
I don't remember much, only about how Joan and I headed down to get bread and Ian and Ben insisted on showing me their cookies.
Ben: Ey Ian, you want a cookie? (waves packet of Famous Amos in my face)
Ian: Oh, okay, Ben. (takes cookie and looks and me, holding it.)
Ian hovers (hovers!) the cookie in front of his mouth for three whole seconds and I whacked him, and WHOOSH! went the cookie out of his hands and onto the carpet. The carpet. And he picked it up and ATE IT.
Eww.
And we studied Math, and Ian claimed he rocked in Math because he got 49 for a test. (Upon 100. -.-) Then somehow Xavier managed to stay out of trouble.
And it started getting hilarious when Ian pulled out his Health Booklet.
Ian: Ey, what's this (backbone thing) ah?
Ben: (mumble)
Ian: Harh, so my negative is good?
Then:
Ian: Ey ey, look, my foot size. Let me try.
(STEPS on his book)
Ben: (laughs)
Ian: Maybe I should highlight that footprint.
And they had a conversation about this guy called Timothy Tham, and I KNEW HIM, haha. From De La Salle, manzxzx. And then they asked how I knew him, and I said, "Mindchamps." And Ian said, tapping his head, "It's for smart people." Then Ben said, "Yeah Ian, that's why you can't go." HAHA.
Then:
Ian: Ey ey, "Can your child hear?"
(Ben, Joan and I burst out laughing)
Ian: "Jumps or blinks at sudden sounds."
Then he STARTED HAVING SPASMS!!! Well, it looked so, anyway. He started crazily shrugging his shoulders to stimulate jumping and blinking at sudden sounds.
Then:
Ian: "Can your child see? Does he/she smile at people?"
(Joan and I laugh)
(Ian ticks the box that says, No.)
Me: I didn't know you were so unfriendly, Ian.
Then Ben started composing a message to his mother, with Ian as his dictator.
Ian: Okay okay write: Dear Mum dearest.
Me: (raises an eyebrow)
Ian: I will not be coming home as your food sucks. (laughs to himself) Okay no lah, I will not be coming back for dinner. Ian and,... Um. I and, ... Me and Ian will be..
Me: Ian and I.
Ian: (gives me the IanLook) Well, this is why I'm in.. NA!
And Ian took of cigarettes. (!)
The box, actually. It was empty. AND it smelt like raisins, according to Laura, and it smelt like wine, according to Kennedy (who wrote "Ms Teo erase this!!" at the very top of the whiteboard, to mock her. ):). Then Ian claimed he didn't smoke and Joan and I TOTALLY believed him. (Not.) And he said I smoked. >:/ And Joan stupidly went, "How you know?" And Ian burst out laughing.
And Ian has a scary face which makes him look like 残 in 篮球火, or 阿康 in 原来我不帅. Actually, more of the first one, because the face is like the first one. It's just that the actor is in the other one. And he acts as this really cute person, haha. Okay, off-topic.
When we ended class Ian lay on his table-chair, and looked dead-ish. And Ben poked him and then stood up to go, leaving him there. Then he suddenly woke up and gave me this very cute look and said, my hand's broken. And he held up an arm and it's hand drooped down. And then he lifted both his hands and went, "Both of them." And I laughed. And told him he looked like a penguin. But he didn't. I was looking for another word.

WAHAH.
I pity the people who don't have fun tuitions. :DD

@ 5:07 AM

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