I am so homesick that visions of home are flashing in my head every few minutes.And I’m not even doing my usual exaggerating this time.
I counted, and by the time I return to Malaysia in May, I would have been away from home for 8 1/2 months.
EIGHT AND A HALF FUCKING MONTHS.
In the time I’ve been away, someone could have gotten pregnant and given birth! Think about it: I’ve been away long enough for a human being to be created. Who knows, I might come home and find Jia Min/Hsin cradling a baby at their bosom.
No small feat, I must say, for someone four feet nine, and considered a child by many.
It certainly does not help that Stupid Angela keeps rubbing it.
“Oh! I really want to go home soon! I miss it so much!”
“….. you just came from there yesterday.”
“Oh! I miss Ben!”
“…..shouldn’t I miss Darren more?”
“Oh! My period still hasn’t come; it’s 3 days late!”
“…..My period hasn’t appeared in over 2 fucking months.”
Yes, it’s official. I am apparently turning into a MAN.
Medicine doesn’t seem to be working fast enough to cure me, so the only sign that I am a girl (boobs don’t count since I have none) has disappeared.
Mum & Yeff did some online research and came up with some symptoms that people with my condition have, and surprisingly I don’t have that many after all.
1) People who eat red meat are more prone to this illness – I hate beef!
2) People with this disease are fat – I’m practically anorexic
3) People with this disease usually have excessive body hair for eg. on the back – I don’t even have enough hair on my head how to have excessive body hair?
4) Acne – not a problem either
5) Male pattern balding or thinning hair – fuck. Don’t tell me I got this one?
What if this condition can’t be cured and my body starts releasing male hormones more than female and I seriously become mannish?
OMG please la I don’t want to turn into a boy!
Barry Ooi will have a brother instead of a sister!
I’ll have to change my name to Aubrey! Or Andrew.
Darren Tan will have to break up with me or turn gay.
I guess Hsin, Jia Min, Angela, Yen etc will gain a gay best friend.
I’ll have to start wearing Quiksilver instead of Roxy. Don’t want la Quiksilver always likes to make their products blue or grey only. And I hate the color blue the most of all.
What else? I’ll fail to get my next visa for US cos they’re more strict with guys.
I’ll have to burn all my bras. Or give them to someone’s sister. wtf.
Oh well, the only thing is I don’t need to change schools since Mt Holyoke accepts sex changed girls.
While I’m still a pretty girl (I hope), I shall post as many pictures of myself as I can.
*****WaRnInG CaMwHoRe aLeRt!!!****** HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA WTF
While at Ayaya‘s place over spring break, we became very bored. So we decided to be Nozomi Tsuji and Aya Matsuura. =.=
This is Nono pretending to be a crab.
This is Ayaya pretending to be Mafia.
This would be nice if I weren’t suffering from male pattern balding.
This is Ayaya pretending to be Paris Hilton, ie. scraggly animal in purse concept.
Nono being short-sighted.
Because furry things make everything else cuter.
Nono was nauseous.
Ayaya’s face powder.
On Fat Her’s orders, we went to downtown Boston and took touristy pictures.
Me and Amy, somewhere in Boston.
Somewhere in Boston.
Somewhere in Boston..haha no I know this is Boston Public Garden. I’m sitting on a metal duck/golden goose, whichever your poetic preferences lie.
Me looking at something in Boston.
Which is this! Forgot what it is though.
Trying hard to remember where this is. Somewhere in Boston.
Back home, I was too happy after a invigorating walk somewhere in Boston.
Met up with Erna! Not just anywhere in Boston, but at Penang in Chinatown.
No comments about size of mouth, nor redness of face.
