swhech

i'm lazy to muster up my willpower to go look for my usbs.
HEHE.
so no pichaz

I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHO READS MY BLOG.
IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE READING THIS,
PLEASE SAY SOMETHING.

i'm exhausted.
tuition was as usual, a blast:
"it's like 'kids gone wild' under flurouscent lights!"
I don't know how enzymes and animal digestion could lead to haunted flats, but in any case, it's the best.
Mr Imbran: "that crazy woman singing in the bathroom while i was on a honeymoon with my wife in a Bintan chalet wants to KILL ME?"
Class: "then?"
Mr Imbran: "i kill her then she know"
Class: "she's already dead la cher."
Mr Imbran: "then i'll do some funny things to her"
-pause-
Mr Imbran: "Haha, that sounds sick huh."

he's like the best last comic standing.

yiyun is farnee.
"crashcourses works for lexuan.
she got 20/25 for lit and 15 hours before the test she thought atticius was jem's sister, and that scout was a boy."


asses to the RCR was the bomb i swear.
we were all blindfolded ans spinned around for god knows how many times and then led into the room.
it was hilarious. let's just say that you do things you would never do if you actually have a clear vision. hurhur.
training was a little screwed i think.
i honestly don't think any of the juniors read my blog. so.
i could collapse into a muddle of pud and enter deep slumber, really.