Sometimes I have neither the ability or mood to draw accompanying illustrations to my posts.
Like now.
My ability is capricious.
So I shall blog in a normal fashion!
Today=HIGHLY UNINTERESTING
Except maybe English lesson. Mr Cheng and Sharon were back, so! Gapser+Tharon+MrCheng! {With an occasional dash of poster boy} The unstoppable trio! Hilarity ensues!
So to quote:
WOHWOHWOHwohwoh
wohwoh WOHOhH YEAH. CHINESE LESSON.
As usual, us peeps at the back were having some perverted conversation.
it's ShaoJie's fault. not mine. Seriously.
I'm pure.
Clean.
Yup.
He came into the classroom later than I did {rare!} and then proceeded to ask the following disturbing question {after listening to Jiaman and Karrui talk about sprains):
You know you can sprain your ankle, but can you sprain your boobs?
Yeah.
Later, Desmond showed me and Daryl a pic of a xinmin scholar in that shiny black yearbook.
Which after awhile we realised wasn't wearing a bra.
TITS. WHY ARE THEY SUCH AN INTERESTING TO GUYS? WHY
It's not like we of the female race babble about their cuckoos {which they do! Disturbing!}
In other news {not so dirty news}
I don't know why, but I've got a single curly hair that's like, longer than the rest of its merry little friends.
Disturbing.
Baby,top. || 5:47 AM