More X than Y
Apr. 11th, 2005 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiderpigToday I received probably one of the best compliments in my life, besides the usual "That was brilliant!". My classmate Melvin said to Imran, "She's the 6th guy in my class!" Referring to me of course. Normally girls would be offended or slightly miffed at being called a guy, but I'm thoroughly elated. I'm a guy! Not a butch, not a bung, but classified as a guy. I think my life-long dream has finally come true. Don't get me wrong, I love being of the female species and being able to pee sitting down, but oh hell, I don't even know how to describe how much satisfaction I'm feeling. I'm not a typical bimbotic girl now? X3
I'm also now going to be called "Julian" because my sleek silver shoes remind the guys in the band of the pair of shoes belonging to this guy called Julian.
Argh. I was somewhat bullied by the guys today. A little, not much. Stupid Liang Bao. He whapped me on the shoulder with his finger. And Nicholas was like, blowing his saxophone into my ear PURPOSEFULLY. Arrgghhhh.
I feel so at home in the band? Snigger at me if you will!
I probably scared everyone by going "CENTRIFUGAL BUMBLE-PUPPY! CHAPTER THREE!" when Imran was all, "I only remember Centrifugal Bumble-Puppy." Hoho. I amaze myself with my useless memory. And triumphantly, it really was mentioned for the first time in chapter three. I'm such a lit freak. So far, I'm the only one who has actually read finished the book, from all the people who have stupidly asked me, much to their horror.
PE is brutal.We had to run 6 rounds today, and do a whole bunch of conditioning exercises AND GST. Grand Stand Torture. Oh dear God. It's going to get worse from now on. Whatever optimism I had has just faded away into oblivion. The fucking clincher was when I was just a few seconds earlier than the bunch of late-comers at GST and I was roped into that fucking group. 10 extra push-ups for "YOU THERE! SILVER SHOES! DOWN NOW!" Fucking bitch. I hate you for making my life a worse hell. Sure I love the way you play volleyball but omg, argh! 10 push-ups is nearly nothing to me (girly-ones though), but I don't like the whole idea. Argh.
Oh yes, you all are probably wondering, how on earth did I carry my bari up 5 storeys? Well, I did. By myself for most of the time, until one kind (FEMALE!) soul rescued me at the junction of the 4th and 5th floor. Bloody monstrous baritone. I managed to clean it up and practice it yesterday. Mm so yeah. It attracted some attention, especially from my Econs teacher. Never ever am I going to do such a thing ever again.
Something's rotten. Mm hmm. Someone left a piece of bread in class for over a week and found it today. HAR HAR HAR. Alex screamed and threw it over to my side of the class. Silly girls. I picked it up gingerly and threw it away. I mean, mouldy bread. :\ I'm guilty of leaving science experiments in my cupboard for ages and forgetting about them. It's just fungi! :D But it did look awful.
Mmyeah. History tutorial.
I'm also now going to be called "Julian" because my sleek silver shoes remind the guys in the band of the pair of shoes belonging to this guy called Julian.
Argh. I was somewhat bullied by the guys today. A little, not much. Stupid Liang Bao. He whapped me on the shoulder with his finger. And Nicholas was like, blowing his saxophone into my ear PURPOSEFULLY. Arrgghhhh.
I feel so at home in the band? Snigger at me if you will!
I probably scared everyone by going "CENTRIFUGAL BUMBLE-PUPPY! CHAPTER THREE!" when Imran was all, "I only remember Centrifugal Bumble-Puppy." Hoho. I amaze myself with my useless memory. And triumphantly, it really was mentioned for the first time in chapter three. I'm such a lit freak. So far, I'm the only one who has actually read finished the book, from all the people who have stupidly asked me, much to their horror.
PE is brutal.We had to run 6 rounds today, and do a whole bunch of conditioning exercises AND GST. Grand Stand Torture. Oh dear God. It's going to get worse from now on. Whatever optimism I had has just faded away into oblivion. The fucking clincher was when I was just a few seconds earlier than the bunch of late-comers at GST and I was roped into that fucking group. 10 extra push-ups for "YOU THERE! SILVER SHOES! DOWN NOW!" Fucking bitch. I hate you for making my life a worse hell. Sure I love the way you play volleyball but omg, argh! 10 push-ups is nearly nothing to me (girly-ones though), but I don't like the whole idea. Argh.
Oh yes, you all are probably wondering, how on earth did I carry my bari up 5 storeys? Well, I did. By myself for most of the time, until one kind (FEMALE!) soul rescued me at the junction of the 4th and 5th floor. Bloody monstrous baritone. I managed to clean it up and practice it yesterday. Mm so yeah. It attracted some attention, especially from my Econs teacher. Never ever am I going to do such a thing ever again.
Something's rotten. Mm hmm. Someone left a piece of bread in class for over a week and found it today. HAR HAR HAR. Alex screamed and threw it over to my side of the class. Silly girls. I picked it up gingerly and threw it away. I mean, mouldy bread. :\ I'm guilty of leaving science experiments in my cupboard for ages and forgetting about them. It's just fungi! :D But it did look awful.
Mmyeah. History tutorial.
