This is a tombstone
I think I should do my blog a favour and plant a gravestone over its corpse.
"
R.I.Phere lies a blog which will grab you by the neck and use it to make chilli"Okay I will scatter some flowers over it. For them to grow and add as spice for the chilli.
During econs lecture
-lecturer lectures something about vaccinations-
Gia (who occupies one whole middle row of LT2 seats at the front): -gibberish-...long term effects...-more greek-
Lecturer (looking at the general audience at the back): Yes long term effects... -squints- By the way, where are you?
During breaktime
Leonard tells me about my timidity because of my shrieks everytime Gia is near me.
Shortly after, Gia decides he admires Leonard's overwhelming courage and expresses his affection by trying to squeeze into their canteen row of seats when the butt space left on the bench is approximately five cm.
A trend of worldwide migration towards the east is observed.
Unfortunately, worldwise migration has ensured that the country at the extreme west is deserted and thus Gia decides that sitting opposite Leonard is as good as sitting beside, making the decision to build his residence on our row of seats.
More worldwide migration is observed. Also, garbage wastage of food increased threefold globally. So much for poverty concerns of not enough food.
A summary of lessons:
Econs lectures are there for you to locate a seat on the extreme left for pursues of adventures in an alternate universe (they call it a better substitute for the afterlife. or even during life.) It helps that LT 2 tables do not collapse at the slightest nudge; it gives our ventures sturdier support.
Physics lectures are actually a disguise for hypnosis. You know those experiments they have dangling objects before your eyes so you will reveal your Deepest Darkest Secrets? They do the same in physics lectures. Except that people don't realize that because they call it a pendulum.
The probability of sleep in math is (50x60)! for every second which passes. They call this disintegration.
I got possessed during lit. You don't want to know what I wrote: "The sibilance emphasises on the hopelessness in the poem as it sounds like the air escaping from the corpse." Throughout the lit lecture on that poetry comparison test Rita kept making sss noises at me. I bet her a teh-peng that I would do worse than her. My tehpeng's going to come soon muhaha.
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