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Monday, December 14, 2009

Tracking

Hi guys!

As you might know if you stalk the practically dead class blog, I've taken over since nobody wants it. So, I need Blogger accounts. If you can/are willing to update the blog with our stuff, go ahead. I'll retain adminship of the account, and will handle all the major crap. Like making sure spammers stay off, updating links, handling the mixpod, etc. On second thoughts, if anybody wants to control the mixpod, go ahead. I'm not too sure you'll enjoy what I could do to it.

>.>

Anyway, on with some more random crap. Realized that our class is drifting apart, and decided that it'll be nice to irritate the hell out of you all by stirring up random stuff.

So, Ashley was known to have a roving eye, to put it nicely. So when Social Interview asked: SocialInterview.com asked me "If Ashley XXX (withheld so that I don't end up getting him into shit) married your best friend, how would you feel?"

Of course, my best friend, if any would have to be Xuefen.

So I reply: OMG, KELLY!! DON'T FALL FOR HIM!!

Now, this was all meant in good fun, seeing as nobody really does Social Interview on me, and I've heard rumours that Ashley has a crush on me or Kelly, depending on who's spreading.

I expect him to fire back a volley of shots at me.

He doesn't, and just stands there, defending himself. Almost as though he enjoys it. Before long, Junyang walks in, and zings him with, "Wah! You're getting closer to the gal of your dreams!"

Got hit in return with, "Never mind, Junyang. At least I don't have sexual fantasies of my crush, unlike what you think of Crystal."

That shut him up. Then, a few of my old buddies walk in and see the post. Got swatted back, by his sarcastic comebacks.

Not bad, I've gotta say. Usually, Junyang stays for the whole fight, and leaves near the end, where most are dead or seriously injured. This one by Ashley was really below-the-belt. And right between the legs. Nice one.

Then he posts on his wall: Who do you wish you could date?

His answer was: Now, if I said, it'll be VERY awkward during the class gathering.

That's just inviting trouble. And indeed, people (read: Junyang) start trying to tease the answer out of him.

Junyang dares Ashley to convince him to not reveal. Hit back with "How about, if you tell, I tell?"

Karen comes up and pesters him by calling him Assley, knowing how much that used to piss him off. He replies, "Yes, my little dwarf?", also knowing how much Karen is self-conscious about her height.

I finally walk in and ask, "So who's the lucky/unlucky gal?"

Junyang literally explodes with excitement and posts: Ashley... you're getting closer...

Unsurprisingly, he earns a virtual kick in the balls, and a mention about the "famous" Eiffel Tower scene in GI Joe.

So, Junyang retaliates by telling the whole world that Ashley loves me. That was horribly childish, and really underhanded if true, of Junyang.

What Ashley did was rather... intelligent, cunning and even more underhanded. He changed his profile picture, and FB name to replicate Junyang, and commented under it using one of the most underhanded attacks ever.

D!$R3G@RD +H@+ ! $UçK ç0çK$.

Well, that pretty much shut Junyang up for good, and ripped up whatever friendship they had at first. That class gathering will most probably be awkward with the feud. I'd intensify it during WWW, but I haven't figured out how.

Mabel, the LOL-ing girl.

Update: In case you haven't guessed, Junyang and Ashley are coming along for the thing. We've pretty much decided to get our FT over, so it's decided. Except for the dates.

Mood: 150, and extremely bored.

May I post the lyrics to a random song here?

*silence*

Alright then. Silence means consent. :P

This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looked so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles...

How many days in a year,
She woke up with hope but she only found tears.
And I can be so insincere,
Making her promises never for real!
As long as she stands there waiting,
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes!
How many days disappear?
When you look in the mirror so how do you choose?
Your clothes never wear as well the next day,
And your hair never falls in quite the same way-
But you never seem to run out of things to say...

This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looked so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles...

How many lovers would stay?
Just to put of with this shit day after day!
How did we wind up this way?
Watching our mouths for the words that we say.
As long as we stand here waiting,
Wearing the clothes of the souls that we choose!
How do we get there today?
When we're walking to far for the price of our shoes!
Your clothes never wear as well the next day,
And your hair never falls in quite the same way-
But you never seem to run out of things to say!...

This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looked so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles...

Your clothes never wear as well the next day,
And your hair never falls in quite the same way-
But you never seem to run out of things to say...
This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looks so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her-

This is the story of a girl;
Her pretty face she hid from the world!
And while she looks so sad and lonely there,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles...

This is the story of a - girl!
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looks so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles...
When she smiles.

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