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Tuesday, 25 September 2007

WHY IS TODAY SUAN LICHEN DAY. I WHINE.

Mooncakes! I exclaim delightedly. Eat up, everyone! I ADORE the lotus thing. It's so sweet and gooey and makes happiness come upon me unexpectedly, I say.

Yayy let's do things together. Wriggles eyebrows a la monkey peh.

And for the sad bio kid *grins very evilly* here's a mnemonic to help you remember:

King Peh Only Flies Going South.

Kindgom Phylus Order Family Genus Species.

Yayy science ftw. To think that I could have been mugging my head off for bio now instead of sitting here smirking very smugly at mel and eating my MOONCAKE, and peh to monkey. (aha aha I amuse myself)

I feel extraordinarily proud of myself for keeping my bladder in control for 1 hour 45 minutes, I say. And I absolutely did NOT squawk in the middle of the hall. I called out, calmly and smoothly, to perryyy that I would like to make a little trip to the washroom.

*denial*

And since we are all elegant females *ignores monkey peh* we shall NOT degrade ourselves in talking about peeing tendencies, I stare at mel. Instead, we shall engage in all that is affectionate and insincere in laughing at the poor bio sod who is very disappointed that she's not doing sexual reproduction now. It's okay melmel. We offer our condolences, and we're sure that in time you'll be able to do a spa with our beloved doctor-paedo-chann.

And here's the local hierarchy in biological terms:

YY [the alpha male]: gengen
XY [the masculine but nonetheless not so alpha (it's the height) male]: melly
XXYY [the manly person who is far too gay for her own good]: monkey
XXXY [the seductive one who is very manly when in the gym]: catto
XXY [the very strong and manly king of all mosses]: yours truly
And of course, not forgetting
XX [the extremely feminine maneater]: belbel

XXY seduces YY and XY while XX is sadly at abused by everyone and XXYY and XXXY interact to try and produce offspring but I think both are a bit the sterile only.

Yayy happy bio-ing. Grins evilly.

And happy mooncake festival. I'm tempted to sprout a poem, but erm the only line I can think of is:

月亮圆又圆.

I look very proudly at my chinese.

Lichen was reightarded