Feel I’m going back to Massachusetts…



Thurs: Went shopping with Cheryl and Hsin for Chung Jia Min’s birthday present AND Daddy Ooi’s Father’s Day Present.

Fri: Went to SJMC to check if I have TB. I DON’T!!!:D Also, went over to Hsin’s place to watch My Sassy Girl (must watch!) again and cried bucketloads again. Also, went to Rack…… AND MET THE EX-BOYFRIEND for the first time after breaking up.

He seemed terrifed to see me. I wonder why:D. So when Her Bitchiness went to look for Malcolm and found The Ex instead, I smiled terribly sweetly and said, “HELLO!!”

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He just held on to the foosball sticks and looked at me and opened his mouth and closed it then looked away.

I feel a bit bad actually.

But I thought it was quite funny. Rape me with goats and strike me down with lightning.

Saturday: Oh, busy one, this. In the morning, I WOKE UP AT 1030 to have brunch with Hsin, Jill and…. Rachel Ng Ai Mei!!! Haven’t seen her in yonks. Her laugh hasn’t changed though:)

Then, the London Nerd pestered me to get home quick so we could bake a cake for JMin. In the end, it turned out that me and Pak Lun did the most of it. What LN did was chop up half a lemon and wash all the dirty utensils.

Then The Nerd and PL had to quicky rush home while I had to quickly shower and apply the makeup before rushing off to surprise Min like crazy at SOuled Out.


Argh, I don’t know how to use Photobucket and I’ve given up hope on Ripway! Photos to be posted at a later date. For now, satisfy your craving to see my face by visiting Hsin’s blog.

Oh, Tan Jin-Fei wants to be mentioned in my blog. Here goes.

Darren Tan Jin-Fei

Darren Tan Jin-Fei

Darren Tan Jin-Fei

Darren Tan Jin-Fei

Darren Tan Jin-Fei

Eh Darren, if you type your name out in Google, my blog will come out. Try lah!

Sun: Fat Her’s Day! For the occasion, Brother Ooi drove instead of The Daddy so the parents sat at the back like heroes. Went to Holiday Villa and to my embarrasment, the Ooi parents requested the singer at the restaurant to sing “Massachusetts” just because I’m going there soon. For revenge, I took some gloriously cringe-worthy shots of Daddy Ooi which will be published at the earliest moment possible.

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Mission: Improbable

Thank you everybody for taking the effort to give me your suggestions. Really appreciate it! *muaks all around*

Unfortunately, it has not helped me to make my decision. This is because everyone suggested totally different things!


Chris – Psychology

Suggestion (obviously this is anonymous- thanks for taking the time to suggest even tho I don’t know you) – Love, Relations, Marriage and Cultural Change

Pei Xuan – Middle Ages

Ruth – Love, Relations, Marriage and Cultural Change

Hsin – Varieties of English Comedy, Psychology

Cheryl – Philosophy

Jia Min – Love, Relations, Marriage and Cultural Change, Philosophy

Jill – Varieties of English Comedy

Hahaha what everyone thinks is totally different!

I can’t make up my mind yet! But many thanks to all of you! Love ya! *smooch*

Love, Relations, Marriage and Cultural Change got the most votes. I know lah, everybody wants me to find Mr Right soon, right? I also want lah!

Fcuk, and I’m going to a WOMEN’S COLLEGE. I might as well join a nunnery (is there such a word?) for the next 4 years. Then when I come out, I’m going to hump the first thing I see with testosterone… tall, short, canine, whatever.


But seriously, I WANT A BOYFRIEND!!!! *weeps into hankie*

What brought on this “lam” mood? Firstly, it is PMS. Yep, that time of the month again. Others get moody and bloated; me, I just cry and start the nostagia.

“Won’t you please play a song, a sentimental song, for my sentimental friend over there…” (Violins wail in the distance)

Secondly, yesterday I made the stupid mistake of opening an old love letter (ok lah, not love letter, love email). I was innocently cleaning out my inbox and deleting rubbish like “Osama on Friendster” and “Biggest Tits in the World” when I ter-opened the Letter.

*chin wobbles and eyes tear* It was very sweet. Nagging but sweet. But screw him lah, after we broke up he told me that he didn’t love me as much as he said he did.


This makes me so pissed. Why has noone ever loved me enough to want to stay with me? By the end they’ll tell me “Oh sorry, I fell out of love with you” or “Uh, I think I lost the feel”.


AM I??

I want a good boyfriend. Someone who will love me a lot. Or at least someone who loves me more than I do him.

I want a chance to dump someone cruelly by saying, “Fcuk off, your equipment is not big enough.”

Come on, angel of Heaven! Throw me one of those good ones.

Preferably while I’m at Mt Holyoke.

Not in Malaysia where I’ll have a crying fit at KLIA and he’ll commit suicide by hanging himself and drinking arsenic at the same time.


Kill Audrey Vol. 2

It’s that time of the week again. The time to poke Audrey to death.

This time it was the dreaded TUBERCULIN TEST. Lazy to explain about it again, read my past entries if you forgot.

Anyway, I took the shot at SJMC and it was, as usual, fcuking painful.

I made such a big fuss in the ER that another nurse (in scrubs!) felt obligated to come over and talk to me after that.

Oh, the jab: It felt like the nurse pushed the needle in THEN pressed it in further till the plastic part of it was pressing into my flesh.

What’s worse, after that she took a pen and DREW A CIRCLE AROUND MY INJECTION so she could remember where she poked me.

I’m too lazy to take a picture so I drew one instead:

::This is what my arm looks like now::

Okay, I want everyone’s opinion on this. In Mt Holyoke, I have to take something called a first year seminar, which is just a normal 4-credit course. Every first year student is supposed to take one first year seminar. It involves class discussion, debates, writing papers etc.

And I can’t decide which. Help me out, people! Please post comments or tag on what you feel is the most interesting (also the one which would hopefully require the least amount of work:)

I’ve narrowed it down to these:

1. First Love: Attachment Theory (under Psychology)

2. First-Year Seminar in Philosphy (under Philosphy)

3. Love, Relations, Marriage and Cultural Change (under English)

4. Picturing the Middle Ages (under History)

5. Varieties of English Comedy (under English)

6. First-Year Seminar on Brain/Mind (i think this is under psychology too)

Pleeeease!! Just tell me what you think. Muchas gracias!


It’s a bug’s life

I got the vanity case! *clutches it to self*

Thank you, Chung Jia Min!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

I spent the afternoon arranging all my makeup stuff in its compartments and organising each different cosmetic by its type. I will never be messy with my makeup again!

However, I did make a few surprising discoveries. For example, I have 3 mascaras, 2 eyelash curlers and 4 eyeliners (2 liquid and 2 pencil!). What am I doing with so many?!

Secondly, my Maybelline Lash Discovery Mascara smells.

It is quite disturbing. Luckily it is the worst of the lot, in terms of unsuitability with my eyebags.

But what’s EVEN more disturbing is this:

I spent about half an hour picking bugs out of the rice bin.

It is a disgusting job. But someone has to do it. It is almost as bad as pulling shit out of ikan bilis’ bellies.

The bugs were tiny and thank goodness they couldn’t fly. So even though my arms were perpetually covered in goose bumps, I continued picking them out of the beras.

Step 1: Stir rice, looking for small black specks in the middle of white sea
Step 2: Use fingernails to pick bug out
Step 3: Drop bug on scrap paper (you can use old SPM trial papers)
Step 4: Fold paper on top of bug and squash it to death. If you’re lucky you can hear a crack sound. I think that’s the bug’s back breaking.

After I couldn’t find anymore, me and Brother Ooi set up a system.

Apparently, these bugs lay eggs inside grains of rice. Then as the egg hatches and the baby bug stays inside the grain of rice and slowly eats its way out. So the rice grain will be left hollow after the bug grows up and gets out. Shit I’m getting goosebumps again thinking about it.

Anyway, the system was like this: Brother Ooi picks out rice grains that look greyish, because
the presence of the bug inside gives it a grey hue.

Sister Ooi then, with most macho-ness, uses her nail to crush the rice grain open thus exposing the bug inside. If it doesn’t move, I just drop it on the paper. If it does, I use a pencil to stab it to death.

Brother Ooi’s job requires: super sharp eyesight and nimble fingers

Sister Ooi’s job requires: super sharp nails and lots of guts

Food for thought: If the bugs are inside the rice grains itself, wouldn’t it mean that we would cook the rice and eat it together with the bug inside?


::Rice bug itself::

::That is my hand. Am I macho or am I macho?::

::The murder weapon::

Food for thought: I actually saw the birth of a rice bug.

Brother Ooi handed me the rice grain. When I took a closer look, I saw a small hole in it and a rice bug trying to climb out. It’s head and four of its legs were out and it was struggling quite badly. We studied its efforts for some time.

Then Hero Audrey decided to give it a Caesarean. I crushed the rice with my nail and out fell the bug, in a tizzy trying to crawl away as fast as it could.

It did not seem to be grateful at all for the Caesarean I gave it.

I did not like its attitude.

Therefore I stabbed it to death with the pencil.

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Maybe it’s her, maybe it’s Maybelline

Good hair day!

And it was put to good use too, since I went all over KL and Sungei Wang, then to Vina’s house to HELP HER DO HER MAKEUP FOR A LEVELS PROM.

Bimbo-ism, ie. knowing how to wave a mascara wand around to create magic, is an essential skill. I should be Cho Chang.

Anyway, I didn’t actually do much, because I arrived at her place late, and her mum had already done most of it. But!


Ha ha ha! Mascara is my pride and joy.

But not when it runs.
Which happens to me alot.
Even though I always use waterproof.
My theory is that my eyebags are too big and therefore my lashes brush on them too often and the mascara rubs off.

Anyway, Vina was swept off to the prom, looking beautiful, by her Prince Charming, a bouquet of African daisies and a corsage. *wipes away tears*

Where the hell is my Prince Charming, bouquet of carnations and Louis Vuitton bag?

Back to the good hair day. It is too big a deal for Audrey the Airhead to bypass the subject. *fluffs curls*

It has been weeks since the last Good Hair Day!

And I owe it all to…….

Paul Mitchell Medium Hold Sculpting Lotion.

Yeah man! For people with curls, sculpting lotion is way better than mousse. It doesn’t give you the wet look and the curls look bouncier, sexier and I think it’s not so drying for the hair too.

Oh and Min, it didn’t do any damage to my baju. 😛

Pictures time!

::The famous luggage! Isn’t it gorgeous!::

::Me and Vina after all the makeuping and dressing. DON’T look at me, looks retarded::

::Pink Sakura from Kyoto! Why I put it in: (a) it’s pink, not the usual white sakura! (b) I just felt like uploading more stuff and (c) I miss Japan:(

By the way, “Maybe it’s her, maybe it’s Maybelline“? It is me, darling. 😛


Strangers in the night

People I meet online are getting weirder and weirder.

First up, we have Jamie from Perth, who started messaging me on Friendster recently.

He then proceeded to looking me up on MSN and chatting me up. The convo goes something like this.

J: yadda yadda yadda

A: blah blah blah

A: Eh who’s the baby in ur pic? (He has a baby photo for his MSN pic)

J: That’s my daughter.

Aud: Oh! Er, how old did u say u were again?

J: 20

A: how old is ur daughter?

J: less than a yr old

(J’s MSN pic changes to another picture of a baby)

J: This one leh? cute or not?

A: Cute…ur daughter oso issit?

J: No, that one is my son.

A: 0_0 Bloody hell when did he start reproducing? Oh.. so….your son and daughter which is one older?

J: Daughter…cute leh both of them?

A: (still in shock) ya ya cute. Eh wait just asking ar…so ru married?

J: hahaha nope.

A: eh, so ur studying rite? then ur gf leh? she also studying wan ar? how did he find a girl willing to give birth for him TWICE and not get hitched? Are the babies even from the same mother?!

J: ahahahahahha….. (doesn’t answer my question)

‘Nuff said.

The competition is another guy, also from Friendster who I think was in Taylor’s last year and had seen me around before. Let’s call him R.

Fast fact: He complimented me on my curls!! XD

R: So how’s life? How’s the bf?

A: Did I tell him I had one to scare him off? bf lar

R: WHAT! lie!

A: (fear seeps into my bones) what? im not! i told u i have ar?

R: no lar, i thought girls have to have a bf wan:P

A: no lar dun have.

R: y dun have?

A: erm, didnt really meet any suitable ones? i dun go to coll the new people tat i meet are less lar.

R: wat about the ppl u’ve known some time? like ur frens?

A: aiyaa frens dun work out wan lar. not good to spoil the frenship by trying all this.

R: what about me? i would seriously date u. without question.

A: Uh-oh. Haha i dun know u tat well lar…

R: Ok, say if u did, would u go out with me?

A: what the fuck?! Erm, depends lar.



Another suitcase in another hall

FUCK! I stupidly deleted my entry myself! For some reason I highlighted the whole thing AND PRESSED DELETE.

I will remain calm.

I will remain gentle.

I will go to Nirvana.

I was trying to upload photos that I took today but failed. I don’t understand why! I’ve done it millions of times but tiba-tiba today the computer decided to beraksi with me and declared that so-and-so software is missing. WHO DELETED THE DAMN SOFTWARE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW?!

Anyway, I am in a very depressed mood because now I can’t show you all pics of my latest prized possession…..


Plus, a handcarry suitcase complete with trolley handle in baby blue! *gloat gloat*

And that’s not all! I mean, that is all I got, but in the shop there was also this beautiful makeup case that comes with an adjustable mirror and little pockets to fit all my brushes and powder puffs!

And it only costs RM49! Anyone who is interested in getting me a farewell gift, that is the gift to buy! I am serious! This is not an attempt to sound cute and fish for a sugar daddy (though if it succeeds, all the better!) but an effort to prevent anyone from getting me useless presents like say, I dunno, a candle holder or a statue of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

PS. The promotion for the special price of RM49 only lasts until tomorrow! QUick quick!:D



I am just blogging for the sake of blogging.

Also, blogging to celebrate the fact that I CAN NOW USE BOTH HANDS FOR TYPING! Sucks to you, Tetanus!

Tetanus bug says, “Celaka.”

Also blogging for the joy of seeing the date of June 10 in my calendar on the side turn dark red.

I actually have nothing to blog about.


The Vegetable

I am in terrible pain!!!

Plus, I’m typing with only one hand. So this will be a short entry.

Not to mention my posture now is that of the Hunchback of Notré Dame.

This is, naturally, thanks to Massachusetts and its horrifying state health laws. Damn you. MA!

Just this morning I was jabbed with needles TWICE. Once to extract BLOOD for yet another fcuking blood test for Measles, Mumps & Rubella, and another for immunisation against Diphteria, Tetanus and Polio.

And the stupid doctor tak lepaskan me some more! The requirement for diphteria-tetanus is to have one shot within the past 10 years. Obviously I already took my tetanus shot in form 3 together with all othe 15 yr-old girls!!

Eh wait, or was that for Rubella? Whatever.

Anyway, it is damn fucking painful now cos I think the needle went into my muscle. Therefore, I cannot move my left arm at all while there is a red patch surrounding the blood clot on my right arm due to allergic reaction to the alcohol used to clean the area.

Let’s recount the number of times I’m going to be stabbed with needles.

Hepatitis B: 1 blood test + 3 shots = 4 stabbings
Diphteria/Tetanus: 1 shot + 1 blood test = 2 stabbings
Measles, Mumps, Rubella: 1 blood test = 1 stabbing

Tuberculin skin test (oh this is a real hero, this) – involves injecting some liquid into my body n extracting it 3 days later to check for TB. Why? Because I had the bad luck to be born in a country called Malaysia, which apparently is a country prone to TB and the US government does NOT acknowledge our BCG. Then why, may I ask, do all of us have that big scar for? 1 DAMN BIG STABBING.

Meningitis: 1 shot + 1 blood test = 2 stabbings