The Art of Cleaning Your Belly Button

[Is it "Belly button" or "Bellybutton?"]

Has cleaning your belly button been always such a great hassle because you don't know how?

Has your belly button always been clogged up with dirt even though you constantly clean it?

Are you constantly being teased about your yucky belly button?

Do you have algae, bacteria and strange mysterious plants growing out of your belly button? [Dude, it's time to clean it.]

If you answer "Yes" to the above questions, here are 7 easy steps for you to follow and poof, instant clean belly button!

Step 1) Investigate the filty areas of your belly button.

Step 2) Decide which finger to use.

The pinkie is advisable, using your index finger will cause pain to the skin because it's fatter and won't be able to clean your belly button very thoroughly.

And using the middle finger will just look wrong.

Step 3) Trim your fingernail on the finger which you're gonna use. Belly button skin is sensitive, a sharp fingernail is a definite nono.

Step 4) Do not stab your finger right in. Gently place your finger on the filthy areas.

Step 5) Gently and slowly shift your finger about. The dirt will soon be rolled into a little ball, like bolus.

Step 6) Carefully, with the help of your fingernail, pull out the little ball of dirt.

Step 7) Repeat the procedure on other dirty areas of your belly button which needs to be cleaned.

And here you go, a spotlessly clean belly button!
Yay.

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Hooey. That was.. The end of 2C 05 already. Officially.

Excluding all the class chalets and class outings we'll have during the holidays blah blah blah.

Man am I gonna miss this class.

I'll miss viewing Whiny Bitch's stupid actions and laughing at them later on.

I'll miss the bad, hilarious surprises I receive every morning: Shithead's daily new AWESOME *cough* hairstyles.

I'll miss Amos's dripping wet P.E shirt every Thursday and Friday. Those drops of sweat on the ground are droplets of hard workout man!

I'll miss the bimbo gang's simultaneous laughter ringing in my ears every 5 seconds. [Actually, no I won't.]

I'll miss Kabeer's gay laughter. You don't hear laughter like that everyday.

I'll miss Evonne's spastic outbursts and eating techniques.

I'll miss Ali's sudden ear-piercing screams in the middle of Maniam's and Guna's lessons.

I'll miss Darence's act-cuteness. Not really, but keep it up though.

I'll miss Paula's and Julien's daily picnics in class.

I'll miss Chee Yang's... whatever he does.

Yah, you get the point. Etc etc, all the way. Miss all of it.

Hope at least Aiyan and I can end up in the same class though. That way, we can crap to each other everyday about the bimbos or ah bengs or end up in the same class as us.

There ought to be one or two numbskulls who end up with us anyway.

We had this class gathering yesterday at Swensens in Parkway at like, 7.30pm.
Whoohoo! Maniam's treat!

Anyway, there were only 20 seats while there was like, 41 of us, including Maniam and her son it would make it 43.

So yeah, just didn't fit all of us. So other shifted to the other tables, blah blah blah.

Anyway, despite Maniam's kindness to treat us to ice cream, we planned to exploit her money as much as possible.

So at our table, we actually wanted 8 large Earthquakes, because Amos could eat 2 by himself. But Maniam insisted that was way to much [Man she was right]

So our table just ordered 3. Pffft.

But yeah, those Earthquakes were sweet. Ming Yan and gang managed to poilish off an Earthquake within like.. 5 minutes. Whoa man.

We were just these whole bunch of annoying kids making a racket in a restaurant, so I guess the manager has to scold us a little.
Didn't help though.

But yeah, we just made a whole lot of noise and concocted a revolting mixture of melted ice cream, ketchup, chilli sauce, black pepper and salt.

Man, that stunk like rat's ass.

Then we took pictures, then it rained until it looked as if it was flooding but actually wasn't because of the drains.

Then we crapped around the corners. Shithead was shitting around us, no idea why.
Did I mention that he was wearing the gay shirt again? Sigh.

I guess generally it wasn't the most exciting event ever, we've had better times. But oh well, class chalet's on the way.

...
Gonna eat.