Went to Holyoke Mall today.

Reasons why I believe that Peter Pan (name of bus company we took) hates us:-

1. Bus was late to pick us up from Mt Holyoke.

2. Bus was late to pick us up again from Holyoke Mall. We waited for about half an hour.

3. While waiting, we sat on the benches. Three buses in a row drove up and exploded fumes in our faces. It didn’t matter where we sat. Wherever and whenever we shifted, the bus would promtply drive off, and the next bus would drive up and position itself so the exhaust vents once again faced us 90 degrees and fart carbon dioxide, carbon particles and whatnot. This must have been the equivalent of me smoking 3 packs.

4. While waiting, we discovered to our shock and horror that when the bus driver tore our tickets on the drive there, he also ripped out the ticket for the drive back. Meaning we did not have tickets to go back. (Luckily we got help from a passing stuttering bus driver who informed our bus driver of our predicament and got us on the bus).

5. Walking down the aisle of the bus, my brand-new tong sampah kept getting stuck behind/in front of me and whacked the other passengers who were obviously not too happy with me.

6. The bus driver himself possibly didn’t like me much either and showed his feelings by revving the engine and sped off before I could get to my seat. This resulted in me screaming (in my manly voice), losing my balance and toppling over into my seat. On my back.

7. I couldn’t get up for about 30 seconds because the bus was going too fast.

8. When the bus finally reached college, I went down the aisle and smacked everyone with my tong sampah again.

Oh ya, you must be asking why am I buying, of all things, a tong sampah. This is because my old one is infinitely too small and causes me to take out the trash every 2 days. Therefore it was time to buy a new one. This has worked out infinitely well, because my old tong sampah has now been converted to my new junk food container.

Things I bought today:

1. PINK loofah (to get rid of dry skin)

2. PINK winter jacket

3. PINK turtleneck sweater

4. PINK tong sampah

5. Weighing scales (on mission to gain weight esp at chest area)

6. PINK binders

SOmething tells me I am getting obsessive.

The weather here is really pissing me off.

Today was 20+ degrees.

Therefore, I was sweltering in my jacket.

2 days ago, the temperature was 0 degrees. ( I was having fun being astonished by the steam that came out of my nose when I breathed.

Eh, I wear contact lenses wrong ar? Why my vision keep blurring up wan? Wah lau its actually the steam from my breath la!

I stop dead in my tracks in interest and begin the fascinating exercise of breathing in and out of my mouth hard to watch the clouds of steam form. Realise that I am being too sua ku for words and also my fingers are feeling numb. Look around to see if anyone saw what I was doing before walking on to class.)

But I am digressing.

At this rate I’m going to fall sick anytime soon.

But! But! This is nowhere near as crappy as MINNESOTA, which is the state that Brother Ooi is applying to. 2 days ago, Minnesota had the honor to say that their temperature was NEGATIVE FIVE CELCIUS.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Before this I always checked the temperature of Alaska to comfort myself that at least Massacusetts is not that cold. Now I shall check on Minnesota instead!

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Oh ya, Doraemon!

I want a Doraemon of my own! Not like Chung Jia Min’s crappy Siau Ting Tang that sits at the corner of her bed and stares off into space, but a real life Doraemon.

Wouldn’t he look so cute tottering around the house, 4 feet tall, eating Japanese rice from bowls and kuih donat and annoying the hell out of the whole family with his high pitched voice?

His head would be 5 times the size of Brother Ooi’s when small. His bell would jingle jangle whenever he moved and if you looked carefully, you would be able to see the places where His ears were chewed off by mice. (I know my Doraemon trivia all right?)

He can supply me with buluh terbang so I don’t have to take the crappy bus again. I wouldn’t be late for class either.

But best of all………

HE WOULD BE ABLE TO SUPPLY ME WITH PINTU SUKA HATI SO I CAN GO BACK TO MALAYSIA AS MANY TIMES AS I WANT.