Tuesday, September 27, 2005
printing out black and white pictures for art.
sheesh.
so decided to blog.
just recently, 2F has caught the arm wrestling bug.
now everyone's doing it.
arm wrestling, i mean.
heh.
wrestled with evonne today.
one word- CHEATER!
nah nah nee poo poo!
after she said "one, two , three," she proceeded to slam my hand down onto the table when i wasnt even ready!
and she claimed she won fair and square.
(-censored-, dont be so naive as to believe that she actually won me fair and square)
cheater, cheater!
we bickered for a few seconds to have a rematch.
she wanted to prove the unknown and unrealistic fact that she was stronger.
i wanted to get an easy victory so that i could move onto stronger opponents.
(after all, why run when you cant even walk straight?)
we made sure that each other was ready before we started.
and the match was ON! *DING DING!*
we were equally strong during the first few er...seconds.
muscles bulged and pleads of mercy flowed freely (from evonne naturally, heh)
when she finally gave up after a brief struggle and TA DAH!
LADEEZ AND GENTLEWORMS, WE HAVE A WINNER!
JACLYNNNNNNNNNN!!!
SAAAA-MACK DOWNNNN!
phwoar!!
a few tables away, zairil and luqman were having a fierce match.
jas was solicitating for bets and jennifer was fawning all over luqman's shiok muscles.
seriously, i thought that both of them had steel bars for muscles.
eyes and muscles bulged, sweat was pouring down their foreheads in fierce torrents and the table was shaking.
jas even recorded the time taken.
"aiyah, only twelve minutes and its still a draw."
ONLY twelve minutes?
er ok.
while evonne bragged to jennifer and the rest of those who cared to listen (which was not many) about how she bagged the prize for thrashing me when we had a match, my eyes were glued to the on going match as i discussed with jas about the odds of luqman winning.
yeah, as you can see, luqman's not exactly my favourite person on this planet.
yeah, SO THERE LUQMAN haha!
after we decided that the match wasnt going anywhere, evonne and i decided to leave and we oh-so-casually bumped into (censored) outside 2E.
it seemed like a set up rendezvous to me.
heh.
"Hi, Jaclyn!"
"Hi..." *does a double take* "how you know who am i?"
yeah, seriously i had no idea how the dude knew me.
but i'm making a very intelligent guess that loudhailer evonne pointed me out to him.
hmmm.
makes me wonder how much did evonne tell him about me...
haha.
on the bus, i was sitting with vanessa with my knees out because i had a bloody bruise.
er no, that wasnt really an expletive, it was really bloody.
with raw flesh spilling out and showing at every possible angle and if you got too close to it, you could actually smell iron and human meat.
yum.
i'll explain how i got it.
played softball during pe.
after i had hit a stunning flyball, i lunged forward too fast, my foot slipped and soon i found myself kissing the ground.
my first kiss went to the ground, imagine that. *sarcastic*
when i tried to get up quickly to make up for lost time so that i could still make a homerun, i scrapped my knees against the rocky ground in true prat fashion.
i quickly stood up and sprinted around the bases at breakneck speed but no, sadly after all the trauma i went through at home base, i only managed till third base.
i cast a glance to my knees and saw that soil was caked around it, when i casually rubbed the soil away, blood came gushing out.
what the...
but i still sprinted to home base and i made it. i think.
after all, what kind of team member lets down her team just because of a dumb but potentially fatal injury?
*strikes a pose*
anyway, back to my bus story.
so there i was, sitting with my bloody knees out and this incredibly dumb schoolkid JUST HAD to park his body right in front of me, forcing alighting commuters to squeeze in between the little space.
it didnt help that the kid had a bulging bag.
and just because of that bulging bag kid, someone inevitably scraped my poor knees when he was alighting.
the alighter was wearing jeans.
ouch.
levi's if i'm not wrong. *nods knowingly*
*reels over in pain*
oh well, at least those jeans helped to wipe away the dripping pus.
see? theres always a bright side to everything when you look a little closer.
MUCH MUCH closer.
sheesh.
so decided to blog.
just recently, 2F has caught the arm wrestling bug.
now everyone's doing it.
arm wrestling, i mean.
heh.
wrestled with evonne today.
one word- CHEATER!
nah nah nee poo poo!
after she said "one, two , three," she proceeded to slam my hand down onto the table when i wasnt even ready!
and she claimed she won fair and square.
(-censored-, dont be so naive as to believe that she actually won me fair and square)
cheater, cheater!
we bickered for a few seconds to have a rematch.
she wanted to prove the unknown and unrealistic fact that she was stronger.
i wanted to get an easy victory so that i could move onto stronger opponents.
(after all, why run when you cant even walk straight?)
we made sure that each other was ready before we started.
and the match was ON! *DING DING!*
we were equally strong during the first few er...seconds.
muscles bulged and pleads of mercy flowed freely (from evonne naturally, heh)
when she finally gave up after a brief struggle and TA DAH!
LADEEZ AND GENTLEWORMS, WE HAVE A WINNER!
JACLYNNNNNNNNNN!!!
SAAAA-MACK DOWNNNN!
phwoar!!
a few tables away, zairil and luqman were having a fierce match.
jas was solicitating for bets and jennifer was fawning all over luqman's shiok muscles.
seriously, i thought that both of them had steel bars for muscles.
eyes and muscles bulged, sweat was pouring down their foreheads in fierce torrents and the table was shaking.
jas even recorded the time taken.
"aiyah, only twelve minutes and its still a draw."
ONLY twelve minutes?
er ok.
while evonne bragged to jennifer and the rest of those who cared to listen (which was not many) about how she bagged the prize for thrashing me when we had a match, my eyes were glued to the on going match as i discussed with jas about the odds of luqman winning.
yeah, as you can see, luqman's not exactly my favourite person on this planet.
yeah, SO THERE LUQMAN haha!
after we decided that the match wasnt going anywhere, evonne and i decided to leave and we oh-so-casually bumped into (censored) outside 2E.
it seemed like a set up rendezvous to me.
heh.
"Hi, Jaclyn!"
"Hi..." *does a double take* "how you know who am i?"
yeah, seriously i had no idea how the dude knew me.
but i'm making a very intelligent guess that loudhailer evonne pointed me out to him.
hmmm.
makes me wonder how much did evonne tell him about me...
haha.
on the bus, i was sitting with vanessa with my knees out because i had a bloody bruise.
er no, that wasnt really an expletive, it was really bloody.
with raw flesh spilling out and showing at every possible angle and if you got too close to it, you could actually smell iron and human meat.
yum.
i'll explain how i got it.
played softball during pe.
after i had hit a stunning flyball, i lunged forward too fast, my foot slipped and soon i found myself kissing the ground.
my first kiss went to the ground, imagine that. *sarcastic*
when i tried to get up quickly to make up for lost time so that i could still make a homerun, i scrapped my knees against the rocky ground in true prat fashion.
i quickly stood up and sprinted around the bases at breakneck speed but no, sadly after all the trauma i went through at home base, i only managed till third base.
i cast a glance to my knees and saw that soil was caked around it, when i casually rubbed the soil away, blood came gushing out.
what the...
but i still sprinted to home base and i made it. i think.
after all, what kind of team member lets down her team just because of a dumb but potentially fatal injury?
*strikes a pose*
anyway, back to my bus story.
so there i was, sitting with my bloody knees out and this incredibly dumb schoolkid JUST HAD to park his body right in front of me, forcing alighting commuters to squeeze in between the little space.
it didnt help that the kid had a bulging bag.
and just because of that bulging bag kid, someone inevitably scraped my poor knees when he was alighting.
the alighter was wearing jeans.
ouch.
levi's if i'm not wrong. *nods knowingly*
*reels over in pain*
oh well, at least those jeans helped to wipe away the dripping pus.
see? theres always a bright side to everything when you look a little closer.
MUCH MUCH closer.