IB IB IB. hah.
I highly doubt that life was made to revolve around such pathetic courses that suck the living daylights outta you.
And now that i've gotten that dose of pure optimism out of my body, allow me to relate to you the incident of Kentucky Fried Fish.
Twas a rainy and rainy tuesday when the a group of chemistry students decided to experiment with the natural form of human bodies and attempted fitting 7 such objects into Non-Local's car, but only after having first borrowed a series of umbrellas to aid them in their escapade.
After having SL sit on my legs for a good 5 minutes, i TGIF (thanked God I'm female). Only the castrated would know how it felt, to have one's previously healthy appendages squished into shrivelled peanuts.
AT KFC:
6/7 ordered the Zinger Combo, whilst Boing being boing had to be all special and get himself Something Else (which i can't remember). The seven up/revive had a particularly revolting taste to it, and after a group of us reported it to the management, the cashier took it upon herself to taste it and by doing so probably added a good deal of backwash into the already-toxic beverage. I now get why they call it revive. Its revolting enough to revive all three of my dead grandparents and half the victims of the second world war. They should have called it revive! instead of just revive. The exclamation mark highlights the potency of the drink.
Strangely enough, only MY revive! was good enough. Either my tastebuds have been demolished by too many days of wanton mee and fried rice, or... ...
i don't want to think about the or.
Non-Local kept interfering with my OCD. -_________________________- 'nuff said.
Whilst we were ordering though, Boing and Ma Tong seemed to have this strange affliction for discussing some burger of the fishy variety that they serve in KFC. Boing kindly pointed out that KFC stood for KF CHICKEN, as if all people in developed countries didn't already know that. I said that maybe they should invite a KFF of some sort, then everyone could eat fish burgers without having some curly-haired Brit/Portugese/Indian/whatever else point out KFC stands for KF CHICKEN.
Did i mention that Boing got haircut? well he did. Now he has some sort of tan-line around the nape of his neck and a good proportion of his cheek. His haircut has revealed his true pasty colours. Its unhealthy i tell you, to ever rear a mane like the one that he did :P
Squeak and Indian were in school that day and we met them after we got back (again squished in Non-Local's car. ) S announced that i was nice to hug (she was cruelly molesting me in the car while i was frozen hapless due to the above mentioned space constraints.).
oh and THANK YOU VERY VERY MUCH indian for the cupcake book! :) albeit belated :P
Green Apple, Big Grin (previously known as B/R), SL, Dejavu, Ivan Hoe and I have started a new diary. As of date, i'm the only one who's written in it, aside from the one liner by Big Grin- "I was here!!! With an awesome pen! :P"
I predict wonderful progressions to come.
Amen.
Off to do psycho. Yes. AgAin.
posted @ 5:49 PM