She used to play with Barbie dolls.
She used to colour her fingernails with markers because she liked the idea of nailpolish.
She used to wear poufy long dresses and dance ballet.
Isabel used to be feminine.
Barring the incident in kindergarten when I dropped a tot while carrying him, I've always been pretty harmless.
I vaguely remember Fang, Crys and Ser trying to teach me how to be demure in P5.
It never worked.With the amount of destruction I've caused this year, it's a wonder no one has taken a Personal Protection Order against me yet. From what I can remember...
1) I kicked this guy's shin instead of the ball while playing soccer because I'm just THAT bad.
He was limping afterward2) I almost took out Lloyd's tooth when I smashed his head against the table when he was trying to eat cake. D:
3) I almost ruined Ziyang's spine when I pushed him
gently on the ice-skating rink and he landed on his back (ONLY BECAUSE HE INSULTED ME FIRST)
4) I accidentally punched Beu's nose.
5) I whacked Jialong's arm, forgetting that it was injured. D: He punched the table and I thought he was going to snap my neck after that.
With each incident I promised myself to be gentler. It never worked. But the latest straw finally broke the camel's back.
Beu and I were playing with a small rubber ball (the same one I was bouncing against the wall), which weighed about 500g I think? We were throwing it around and playing tennis against the wall (which had disastrous consequences).
The ball I hit with the racquet bounced back and narrowly missed Ping's head by two inches.
Ziyang: Ey Izzy stop playing lah you're going to end up killing someone.I should have paid heed to his words. It's what they call FORESHADOWING.
After throwing the ball around I decided that I needed to do something more interesting. The ball was on the floor.
I took 2 steps backwards...Did my best Torres impersonation...And gave it a mighty kick.It whizzed across the classroom.Someone was sitting at the other end, legs open like a Beng in a coffeeshop. Of all the places the ball could've travelled, it decided to go right for a particular
DANGER ZONE.
He bent over. The phone in his hands dropped.
"Ahh... ****.""SHIT I'M SO SORRY!""****......"His face was turning a nice shade of beet red.
"I'M SO SORRY ARE YOU OKAY ARE YOU OKAY?""Arghhhhhh.... ****....""HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SORRY HAHAHAHAHA"I couldn't take it anymore. I collapsed on the floor laughing.
"Izzy......... You're damn chor lor...""I'm SO sorry does it hurt?!!"I thought his face couldn't get any redder.
I was wrong. By this time there was the slightest hint of a vein protruding from the side of his forehead.
Beulah: HAHAHAH are you okay?! Can you stand up?!Lloyd: "Stand up" in which sense?I sincerely, genuinely, from-the-bottom-of-my-heartly, wish that I haven't deprived someone of Father's Day joy. AND, I'm going to stay far far away from
spherical masses of danger from now on.
