Monday, July 6, 2009

HAHAHAHA. Here I am, laughing like a maniac, because for some reason, I am suddenly reminded of SMU.

Job attachment was like friggin fun lahh can, we only did real work like on Monday and Tuesday, and the rest of the time was spent (a) slacking, (b) watching videos, and (c) crapping in the lounge.

Some retarded stuff that we did:
1. I trashed Xinyi at foosball! Woohoo!
2. Discuss my future career as a bestselling author (refer to Xinyi's blog for more details/information)
3. Tried to learn the stupid-gay-korean-song-calling-for-you dance. But failed horribly
4. KEN LEE~~~~ tulibu dibu douchoo~ LMAOS!
5. Went crazy in the printing room
6. Got "married" to the tune of [Check Yes Juliet] in the printing room
7. Checked CNA compulsively for H1N1 flu updates.
8. INSTANT STUFF IN THE PANTRY. Hohohohoho! :D

To clarify:
1. I beat her. Like 10 to 2. Ha! Admire my pro-ness, man. -grins smugly-
2. What? I really think it's feasible! Stop laughing, retards :/
3. You know what? After I got completely addicted to the gayness of [A Song Calling For You], my mother got super irritated with ss501. And she was like: "If you ever become one of those crazy idol-chasing people, I will burn your kuroshitsuji graphic books etcetc."
4. Oh dear god. Please teach that poor woman how to speak english. Search 'Ken lee bulgarian idol' on youtube.
5. Ha. Nothing much there. We were just being our usual retarded selfs, right Park?!
6. Just to clarify, this is an UNOFFICIAL marriage, and thus does not break my anti-marriage vow. Xinyi named me bloody 'Kim Hyun Joong' so she could marry her idol. Like, what kind of stalkerish behavior is that? Anyway, I get to marry Jung Min, so whateverr. Clearly, we are both infatuated or something ._.
7. That was just me and the crazy extents I would go to pon school. So sue me.
8. HAHAHA. It was like, the most pathetic vision ever. HAHAHAHAHA.

More clarifications, but this time referring to my last blogpost:
1. HELLO PEOPLE. I DID NOT SPRAY PAINT ON CHRIS'S BALCONY ON PURPOSE OKAYY! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!! I was just being retarded! And then some idiot came over to tickle me! I insist that it's not my fault. Haven't you heard of 'involuntary reactions' before?!

2. Yes. My mom is myopic. But anyways, I don't really mind so much now because boxers are fun to mess people's minds with. They go like: "WHAT? WHY ARE YOU WEARING BOXERS WHEN YOU'RE A GIRL?! Quick, faster take out!" It's like they're worried for the state of my sexuality or something. Like I'll ever become a tranny. -rolls eyes-

Here comes the actual blogging:
Ugh. I freaking hate school. Its so bloody dead, and I'd rather go to Germany, because now Chris is going with me and I won't be alone.
Which means my parents won't come along, so we can farmstay at some friend's house, since they don't want to kick the poor renters out. How nice of them (:
Anyway, the friend's son's name is, coincidentally, Christian.
So there'll be two Chris-es for me to torture and enslave. AHAHAHAHA.
Leaving in November/December holidays, for two weeks approx. (my mother says so.)
I'm quite excited, now that the prospect of me really migrating is diminishing.
But still. I'll need to learn German. And then when I come back, I'll write really retarded German crack fanfiction. Hohohohoho :3
Is lederhosen really leather hose?! As in, do German people really wear leather underwear?! Cause that's really freaky. How do their genitals breath?! :x

Okayy nevermind. I don't really want to know. Ewww.
I miss my darling ParkPark and PonPon and JianJian and JunJun etcetcetc. DDD:

That was really random. But whatever, I get excused because I just woke up. Tatatatatatatata.






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