Sunday, July 12, 2009
whee. my first break since the start of the day. okay my 3rd break. my dad got this crazy let's-reorganize-the-whole-house idea. so we moved his "office" into another room, and moved me and my sister's desk there as well, then moved a dressing table to my room, then moved 3 of the wine fridges to the original "office" spot. moved the sofas and television, threw away one table, and moved the book cupboards.ommggg so tiring. but my house looks more spacious now. YES.argh tofu's so naughty. we put her down in the now office, and she has an entire room to run about in, with many nooks and crannies for her to satisfy her explorer's spirit. but noo, it isn't big enough, she has to run outside too. so we have to keep getting up and bringing her back in case she runs off to goodness knows where.which reminds me! i read enid blyton's The Wishing Chair, and apparently there is a place called Goodness Knows Where!!! COOL RIGHT. we take that phrase for granted and elsewhere in a faraway country called Goodness Knows Where, GoodnessKnowsWhereans are going about their daily lives, unaware that every second, someone is using their country's name as a phrase!imagine someone in Goodness Knows Where, using the phrase "... always running off to singapore." HAHAHAA awesome eh. i love enid blyton. he's a great asset to the wonderful world of books and literature. i grew up reading mostly him. all his ____and other stories. he wrote SO MANY MANY books! his imagination is really really endless. i mean authors like terry goodkind and j.k. rowling are really good, but they've only written one series. and as awesome as those series may be, enid blyton really just trumps them all in terms of imagination. if he was still alive now, he'd probably be writing a book called The broken handphone, about a handphone that broke and got thrown away by the owner, but finds happiness elsewhere. it's the usual cliche happily ever after ending, but he's just so good at it that i don't end up groaning at them.
my left thumb hurts. weird.
have a new p.e. teacher. i don't know what her name is. HAHA. but she's en ex tkgian, and really young, rather pretty and nice. but she's tough man.
we had to run 5 freaking rounds around the school!!
i jogged the first round. i started out first, and after the first round i was like...yeah around the back lah. then i stopped and walked. she was running together with us, so she pushed me and yelled RUN RUN DON'T WALK OR YOU'LL GET MORE TIRED.
so i whined, nooo i'm tired! what if i drop down and die of exhaution! it happens okay!
and she was like STOP BEING SO DRAMA LAH! FASTER RUN OR I"LL PULL YOU.
i didn't really believe her so i said pull lor!
and she reached out, grabbed my hand, and dragged me along at a quicker pace than i usually jog, so i said OKAY OKAY and jogged slowly.
cool teacher right. and i only ran 4 rounds. HA. and i came in...last. yes LAST. coz that day 12 ppl ponned school and half of the rest ponned p.e. so those that usually are behind me and make me look good were all at the foyer slacking.
urgh. half of those who ran did the full 5 rounds and came in waay earlier than me. crazy ppl. run so fast for what.
well after that she made us do SIT UPS. I HATE HATE HATE SIT UPS. we argued with her loads, like WHYYY DO WE NEED TO DO SIT UUUPS but she ignored us and kept saying lie down NOW! you're all so LAZY man!!
so nat(ever the dramatic one) pretended to collapse onto the floor. so funny. helped jh hold her feet, she did 40 i think. then she helped me, i did 15. wahoo.
went on to inclined pull ups. i actually do well for this one, so i proceeded to show her that i wasn't a totally unfit lazy-bones. then she looked at me with half-closed eyes and said, yah lah very good lah stop showing off.
well i never. we finally have a spunky teacher. and i get her only in the last half yr of secondary school. how unfair.
maybe after i graduate i'll come back and become a spunky p.e. teacher like her. but i'll bring a bicycle if i ever have to train alongside the students for their 2.4. muahahaha. i'll cycle beside them and yell SLOWPOKES and ring my bell annoyingly. nyahahahahahahhaha. i'll love that.
i shall stop typing now. because of my sad and painful left thumb who is crying out to me for mercy.
goodbye
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--Mary was an idiot:)--
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