I , The Shoe , hereby proclaim Beryl Sim Hui Min, alias Psychotic Squirrel , spastic.
Yes, spastic.
Speaking of which, probably isn't in any way at all bad.
Bad? Of course not. Not in physics, oh glorious, wonderful physics - the paradise on planet hell where joules, metres, cent-o metr-os ( Ah. What can I say? Psychosis is not curable-I have to quote. It's an insider joke anyway, only Bevin and Psy.Squirrel will understand.)
(Please note the sacarsm)
So, Spastic is goooooood.
Oh, and there's Maneater too.
All, very well-drawn too.
Just one heck of a pity Nat (or is it Tash? or Sha? Natasha? or Tasha? Or Mooooon? Wooooon?) wasn't there till after recess.
Traffic marshalling duty-
Not too bad.
Decidedly antsy though. I sort of touched my forehead and found dead ants (no doubt relieved of their existence and sent to ant-heaven by my powerful, stubby,chubby fingers.) , curled up, shrivelled and all. Was quite a relieve, actually, I feared it was a pimple. (Now I know why it felt so ticklish at some point of time at Bus Stop III)
There was a particularly profane, moronic boy who verbally-assaulted some of my squadmates.
I expect I will sound slightly out-of-character(since I'm such an angelic, blur-block) if I say this but...
If anyone did that to me I'll freaking kill him. Like, suan him to death, kill lah. Than what? Poke him to death with my pointy Bic ballpoint pen or push him into a isolated corner and hantam the shit outta him?
No. Probably won't be to attractive on my portfolio.
Oh well.
I'm Lee Kuan Yew tommorow.
Yay.
Wake me up when November(holidays!) start.

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