Umm, I'm so sorry I rarely write here :(
This event had happened long long time ago and I just have the time to write it here NOW!
So, now I forget what was the problem, but I said something fun (but not fun to Ingrid), then the next thing I know, she was trying to tickle me on my neck. But as you know, anything Ingrid-like is always full of violent! (Haha, a little bit hyperbolic here); but this was what happened. She tried to tickle me, but she was just too strong! She ended up choking me! I was in pain, so I was screaming like an idiot in front of our crowded canteen. Nah, see?
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| I went to the school clinic and found this balm. It's called Counterpain and it's working well! |
The worst part was I can't move my neck. It hurts when I turn my head. It hurts when I laugh. It even hurts when I nod! Oh my gosh I was tortured!
And this is what Ingrid wrote on her blog:
"But it's not like I tried to choke her, I was just trying to tickle her neck, since lots of people have that laughing nerves on their neck, and I knew that Yoan has it. So, apparently my tickling was too hard for her neck.Which results to the neck nerves snapping incident. Then she started to complain about the pain in her neck. I didn't know that it was serious. I though she was just joking or faking it, until she went to the school's clinic that afternoon. The funny part was, I actually prefer her like that, because she didn't move much, she's usually very active (hyperactive) and kinda annoy me with her "around-ness", haha. Still, I'm soooo sorry Yoan, wish you complete and instant recovery."
Yeah, yeah~
By the way, because we were such a camwhore, we took some photos in the school library:
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| Left to right; Icil, Ingrid, Yoan |
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| Ingrid HATE her lip here. I just LOVE her blurring hand :p |
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| They DO look diligent. Which is such a lie, haha. Icil looks like a foreigner, though. |
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| Seems so diligent? But again, no. Another lie, yes. |
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| Things keep getting weirder and weirder, and the next thing I know is Ingrid had already lying on this cold, pale floor of the library. I don't know that we're allowed to lie here! |
