The floor was wet ...... very very wet. People were screaming as if a fire had broken out, and they seemed to thoroughly be enjoying it. One or two looked as if they just ran 20km non-stop from a gigantic polar bear threatening to eat them up, one bone at a time.
The Adrenaline was rushing through to my head, it felt as if someone thought that NiCK's hollow head needed more substance and poured liquid iron in through the mouth. Holy ShiT! All i did was drink just a little bit of Alcohol. Me, Zhongyong and Kim(who happens to be a guy. Btw, he's a pimp) started crawling into the freezer(something you store ice in) and began monkeying around. HAHA. Soooo fun!!!!
ShinZ slept thoroughout for a few hours. Later he claimed he only slept for 5 mins. The most ironic thing i did was play bridge. How do you think this intellectual card game properly if your head feels so heavy, it might sink right down to the bottom of the ocean with a crack sound? Well, i don't know myself.
Anyhows, we spent the first night playing qian bian wen da ti. It means i'm-gonna-slap-your-face-so-hard-that-you-wont-feel-like-having-one-in-future-after-I-find-out-the-ultra-lame-reasoning-behind-the-question. And AIN'T YOU SHOCKED? NICK JUST USED CHINESE HAN YU PING YING! Yay, my chinese is improving, only the speaking aspect of course. Which numbskull in Poly would actually improve his written chinese skills? Unless of course, he is a numbskull.
The Fuzzy Wuzzy Game
Fuzzy Wuzzy likes to eat apples,but not pears. Fuzzy Wuzzy likes to drink pee, but not eat shit. Fuzzy Wuzzy likes faggots for friends, but not nuts. Fuzzy Wuzzy loves to use Queen of pain, but not King of Scream.
Thats just a boring example. Now lets move on to the more boring one.
Shit you bring to a chalet...version 1
1. Net 2. Television 3. Narcotics 4. Shit 5. Toilet Paper 6. Remote-controlled girlfriend remote 7. Elephant tusk
Shit you bring to a chalet...version 2
We actually spent 3 consective hours on this particular one, all thanks to Nanda, the chairman.
i honestly havent figured this one out, so too bad for you i can't create a sequence here right now(i almost feel sad for the me and you. OK i'm lying)
OK, i've already spreaded 1/2 the shit using a spatula onto my blog. The second day will remain in our heads. Aww..now don't you feel sad you don't get to read about my shit...or smell it.
All in all, I loved the chalet! THE PILLOWS WERE SOOOO NICEEEEEEEEE! Next year we might just book the chalet for 1 whole week.
OK NEXT TOPIC. DUMBLEDORE DIED. WTF! I just read finish book 6, which i borrowed from marcus(6 letter name) 6 days ago, on the 6th day of the week. (and yes, i'm refering to the harry potter book you stupid fool!). AHhaha i just insulting my reader/s,its not as if you can kill me or something.
HOW CAN DUMBLEDORE DIE? HUH HUH HUH? THATS PLAIN RETARDED! Its like the general of the army getting killed by a private. What nonsense. Then again, the sad feeling i felt makes me realise i'm only human. Just read a few more of this type of sad stories and i'll be able to kill my noisy dog without twitching.
JK Rowling seems to be starting more love stories. Harry, being the hero he is, ultimately rejects his love for the fear that harm would fall onto her. Spiderman did that too.
SOOOOOOOO cliche.B O R I N G!
I think even digging my nose is more exciting, at least you get to see it differently with every angle you move.
