Kopping With Life
Everyone's Burnout Capacity is bordering on overflowing. The hectic pre-promotional term is coming to an unceremonious conclusion with everyone burying their long Pinnochio noses into their textbooks.
Tutorial tests, SPAs, mock SPAs, lecture tests. Trainings, OGL briefings, CIP, Band Aid. Blogging, DotA, comics,buayaing. Magazines, TV, multiple DVD series (Invader Zim, Lost, Simpsons, MadTV). Gymming, Nubi, socialising, music.
There is absolutely NO way i'm going to pull a Stella (read: get my groove back).
Today, for instance, had my journeying to J8 with the Four Seasons (yes, our clique has had yet ANOTHER revamp with the addition with Haoyi) after our killer physics mock SPA. Upon reaching home, i didn't even have the time to hastily lay waste before my sis asked me to accompany her walking Nubi.
While doing so, we spotted a gargantuan ant (Gi-ant! HAHA) nest built strategically around some poor animal's bone. The thronging hordes of ants were just too irresistable, with every frenetic attempt at escape shouting out "BURN US WITH LIGHTED TISSUE AND SPRAY FLAMMABLE AEROSOL AT IT WHILE ITS OVER OUR NEST!".
We did, naturally. With Dettol. The ants were falling like, well... flies. Poor Nubi also got bitten all over his legs as they began their counterattack and i had to pick them off him as baboons do reciprocally.
After the risk of a 17 and a 19 year old getting caught vandalising got too great, we proceeded to ignite piles of dog shit instead. SIGH my family is soooo uncool, its cool.
And incendiaries are damn hot. Literally. Whether they be chicken fat candles or makeshift electrodes.
Oh, and saving the best for last, my stupid purple waterbottle spilt leaked away its contents inside my bag over the night. I had to go to school with it dripping like a smelly sponge, all the bubble gum/worksheets/zen touch soaked.
NO THANKS to my grandmother for not telling me it was leaky. NO THANKS to her for not taking it out after school and letting it fester in my bag.
I actually thought it was the Indie construction workers who doused my bag. They had definitely been bearing a grudge against my household ever since that scaffolding collapse incident (the contractor went as berserk as they would if free bread were offered in their homeland).
Anyway, got to getback started on my Ionic Equilibria tutorial. CHEM ROX! Peace out.
(Yet another instance of so uncool, we're cool.)
Regurgitating peppered fish to... Eight Easy Steps - Alanis Morisette
Tutorial tests, SPAs, mock SPAs, lecture tests. Trainings, OGL briefings, CIP, Band Aid. Blogging, DotA, comics,
There is absolutely NO way i'm going to pull a Stella (read: get my groove back).
Today, for instance, had my journeying to J8 with the Four Seasons (yes, our clique has had yet ANOTHER revamp with the addition with Haoyi) after our killer physics mock SPA. Upon reaching home, i didn't even have the time to hastily lay waste before my sis asked me to accompany her walking Nubi.
While doing so, we spotted a gargantuan ant (Gi-ant! HAHA) nest built strategically around some poor animal's bone. The thronging hordes of ants were just too irresistable, with every frenetic attempt at escape shouting out "BURN US WITH LIGHTED TISSUE AND SPRAY FLAMMABLE AEROSOL AT IT WHILE ITS OVER OUR NEST!".
We did, naturally. With Dettol. The ants were falling like, well... flies. Poor Nubi also got bitten all over his legs as they began their counterattack and i had to pick them off him as baboons do reciprocally.
After the risk of a 17 and a 19 year old getting caught vandalising got too great, we proceeded to ignite piles of dog shit instead. SIGH my family is soooo uncool, its cool.
And incendiaries are damn hot. Literally. Whether they be chicken fat candles or makeshift electrodes.
Oh, and saving the best for last, my stupid purple waterbottle spilt leaked away its contents inside my bag over the night. I had to go to school with it dripping like a smelly sponge, all the bubble gum/worksheets/zen touch soaked.
NO THANKS to my grandmother for not telling me it was leaky. NO THANKS to her for not taking it out after school and letting it fester in my bag.
I actually thought it was the Indie construction workers who doused my bag. They had definitely been bearing a grudge against my household ever since that scaffolding collapse incident (the contractor went as berserk as they would if free bread were offered in their homeland).
Anyway, got to get
(Yet another instance of so uncool, we're cool.)
Regurgitating peppered fish to... Eight Easy Steps - Alanis Morisette
Came, Saw and Conquered by dw 8:12 PM
1 Comments:
At 9:21 PM ,
Amon said...
Dwayne (lisping)
You bad bad bad boi. Fancy making yr grandma pack yr bag for yer. What is this? Aint yer suppose to be like a grown-man? Or r u juz grown down under? Wahahahaha. I feel so sorry for Nubi. She actually had to take umbrage at the ANT attack. Next time you take him for a walk, please put oh his shoes for him. Nubi is like us too. He needs his mocassin.
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