I thought of a possible scenario of what would happen if I was so direct as to tell my swimming friend Marcus that. No really, I got sprayed from those stupid impractical nike bottles with the squirting function*, hit in the knee with that stupider twisted towel snap** and almost every lap I feel a hand grasp my ankle and drag me back.. So I retaliated in the stupidest way possible, I played with his chinese name. Yep.. Prodigious isn't it? But he doesn't like it so I guess I won't do it anymore. Oh right.. The scenario:
Stan: I'm your friend and you treat me like that..
Stan: I'd much rather be your enemy..
Marcus: You from Math and Science school right?
Stan: -nods-
Marcus: Definitely very smart sexy handsome shuai and hot right?
Stan: -nods slightly more enthusiastically-
Marcus: So use your brain, if I treat my friends like that, how do you think I treat my enemies?
Yep, very convincing argument, considering how I pondered it while in the showers with Benson naked outside..
NEWS FLASH with catchy informative news tune in background: As this was being typed, Cheryl was leaving the country. Goodbye twin(: Oh why am I smiling? Oh it's nothing, I put my twin before me, she was so happy to be going overseas, so I am too, unlike some people..
*I hate those bottles.. Really, have you ever thought how easy it was for someone to smear shit on your nozzle? Then all you fine dandies, so proud, so cock-sure, prancing about with your heads full of eyeballs, sucking hard on your infested bottles.
**Marcus really knows how to perform this properly, patchy red bruise on my knee soon after(:
Oh and someone enlightened me on Wednesday, I think it was Mark, turns out i got my relay team disqualified by plunging early.. Without this news it'd be quite a fun week:
saturday and sunday: all nations cup.
tuesday: exam's over, water fight, 1st vivo trip, swimming training.
wednesday: 2nd vivo trip, swimming training, potluck party, bball session.
thursday(today): swimming training, water slide, breakfast and swimming at cousin's house, car-ride, blogging time(now).
Top 3 most enjoyed: In third place, bball session!! In a close vie for the title of first, we have, water slide in second place and first place goes to, car-ride!! Oh did I put most enjoyed? I meant most pointlessly engaging(: It's nice to know that at least I can beat my fellow swimmers in one thing, shooting hoops!! Maybe it's cos I play bball almost daily whereas they swim almost daily.
I love slides,
Yes I do!!
I love slides,
What about you?
I love slides,
Yes I do!!
Something something something..
Can't remember the whole song. But would you get freaked out if you heard childish laughter from a tunnel slide, you expect to see a little kid with flotation devices emerge and splash into the pool, then suddenly, two young men in trunks slide out consecutively, laughing maniacally and the water only reaches their groin(: It's good to be tall..
I love that car-ride, opened window, no air-con, screaming,"I LOVE YOU!!" to random drivers, thankfully I killed noone.
Amazing what one can do with anchovies. This fused heart made up of two anchovies symbolizes my never-ending love for the *at least I think she's tanned. I mean I wouldn't walk up to her, grab her arm and observe it now would I? I have binoculars stupid.. -grins-
See the blue pants on the other side of the car? Notice how my sister has "forced" the black kitten to come out, while this stubborn little tabby has refused to obey me.. Notice how I attributed my failure to the kitten's stubbornness and my sister's dictatorship but not to my inability to communicate with pussies..
ACJC, where swimming training takes place. Nice sun and reflection. Damn it, how do I manage to take nice pictures with a cracked phone screen?!
May this be a warning to all insects seeking to enter my domain.. -maniacal laughter-
What?! I said I killed no one, No one died here ok?! Damn it, the front of the car is blurred in this picture.. Ah well, it's hard to take good pictures in a moving car..7 senses.
7 children.
Current obsession:
TOP SECRET
Scoot..
