Remember my post a few back about Angie my soulmate? She wrote one to match mine. T3T
She’s also making me show the world what she wrote wtf. So here it is. 🙂
So now itz time for me to write a blog about Audrey too.
And since itz for Audrey, I’ll have to suffer the pain and write it in English.
And since itz written by me in English, it will probably sound stupid instead of emotional.
So please add your own sentiments into this while reading it. Thx ah ~
*eye drops are also allowed wtf*
To be honest, I USED to think that Audrey is only my best friend in College.
She is the best thing I got in
But if I had to compare her with my BestFriendsForevers, she will not win wtf.
But this thought vanished around 2 + years ago.
And Feng (HAHAHA trying to sound emo) has become my best friend, roommate, classmate, co-worker, clubbing mate, travel partner, sister, and most importantly, my soul-mate.
According to Audrey, we first met on our first day of orientations.
I guess I was too panic about how to get to my dorm than to realize anything else = =
So I have no memory about our first meeting at all.
But apparently, thatz the time when this sour-grapes-manly-voice Aud decided to hate me forever.
Since I was too innocent to realize her passionate hatred towards me,
I made possible our second encounter, and of course, our friendship.
I think it was our second day of orientation and I met her when she was lining up to get her social security number.
(Actually I forgot what the line-up was for but I make it up to sound more detailed)
I noticed her when Mandy told me that she looks like GiGi Leong.
Before I had my chance to take a look at her face, my sight fell onto her pair of bubble socks.
“Oh, God !” I thought vigorously “If I don’t grab this bubble-socks-girl now, I will end up having no friends of my kind for the rest of my four college years!”
Because I neither want to hang out w/ nerds who do not wear bubble socks,
nor nerds who wear bubble socks like knee length tights (They often pull it so high and tight that the socks lost its “puff” and really become a pair of leg-warmers.), I went straight to Audrey and linked arms with her.
I told her she doesn’t look like GiGi Leong, and I guess she was pleased with my comment and therefore agreed to go room shopping with me @ Wal-mart in return.
We basically liked the same stuffs and bought many pink but useless rubbish.
I was so happy with my choice of Audrey Ooi Feng Ling and thought that it was an intelligent first step into College.
After the shopping, we went back to school and did make up together in preparation of that night’s welcome party.
I was once again so touched that I found her so I didn’t have to stuck with nerds who don’t even know earrings can be purchased or changed (she really exists.)
The party sucked so we went to take walk around the ivy-covered dorm buildings.
And that was the night we revealed our secrets to each other, told our life stories, and became best friends.
We decided to stay together during our second year, but many told us that best friends shouldn’t become roommates or else their relationship will be ruined.
We were sure that it won’t happen to us and so we created our little home at the 5th floor of Ham, facing the lower lake, the most beautiful sight in campus, of which I call
Opposite to everyone’s expectations, our relationship got stronger, and besides those living-together-lesbian-couples, I’m sure we are the best and most loving roommates in school.
Besides the times when Aud
rey leaves her one sock in the middle of the carpet for days without cleaning it up until I had to either kick it under her bed (Oops now you know why your sock disappears) or demand her to put it somewhere else, I think we are perfect for each other.
Even though we spend 24 hours/day, 7days/week together,
We NEVER EVER get sick of each other and we never run out of topics to talk about, or things to laugh at.
Unless it was really early in the morning when we were both grumpy and wished who ever talks will shut up.
Audrey is the only person whom I see not only as a best friend, but also a family member.
A family member, not as in a sister, but more like … another me.
She’s the person who slept with me at
She’s the person who got fat with me during our first year but still have the guts to take full body shots.
She’s the person who put a Mickey Mouse keychain on her jeans when I put a bunch of cherries on mine.
She’s the only person who will carry out an hour long conversation with me about why are we so cute.
She’s the only person who will answer my “why are we so cute” question with “Yea, How ar” answer.
She’s the only person who will analyze our misfortunes together and decide that because we are too perfect so we must have some misfortunes in order to be fair to the rest of the world.
She’s the person who talks to me in the dark lying on our beds until deep night as though we didn’t talk enough during the day.
She’s the person who argued with her boyfriend on the phone when I fought with mine, and we will end up sobbing and bringing tissues to each other, and fell asleep.
She’s the only person I won’t get angry with when she buys the same stuff, do the same hair, or wears the same clothes as me, because I know that she’s not copying, but simply being herself.
She’s the person whom everyone calls us “The Twins” and people will be surprised to see us not together.
She’s the person who laughs a lot with me at every little thing, and things that no one finds it funny.
She’s the person whom I will call her just to chat if her internet is not working.
She’s the person whom I have to see everyday or else I will feel like something is wrong.
She’s the person I miss when I don’t get to see her for one weekend.
She’s the person whom I know the most about, because I just need to know myself to know her.
She’s the person who will burst out laughing with me when someone falls down.
She’s the person who laughs at the “New Year’s Handicap Man Joke” which I also find it very very funny.
She’s the person who talked with me about our secret fantasies and both got so shy and hid into our blankets.
She’s that other Sexy Santa of that Christmas besides me.
She’s the person who suffered through
She’s the person who makes
She’s the person who carries heavy boxes with me to post offices.
She’s the person who camwhores with me the most.
She’s the person who shared that best-time-in-college-double-date-moment with me.
She’s the person who always worries about me and comforts me even when I am just a little down.
She’s the person who has always been understanding with me and compromises her own needs.
She’s the person who gets angrier than I am when someone hurts me in any way.
She’s the only person who has seen my ugliest times in
She’s the person who will lend me her finger nails to pick out some black stuff between my teeth when I don’t have a toothpick to pick my tooth, and when my own nails are fake.
She’s the person who yelled at me for talking to her in the middle of the night when I tried to answer her question and because she fell asleep after asking it.
She’s the person who comes to
She’s the person whom I travel and tour around the world with.
She’s the person whom I do everything with because she is everything I need.
She’s the person I’ll miss the most after we graduate from College and I will try everything I can to visit her often.
She’s the person I love, need, and care, without changing my sexual preference.
But even when we have to be apart…
She’s the person whom I truly wish can be happy with whatever she chooses to do in her life.
She’s the person whom I really wish can end up with the person she really loves and also loves her with all his heart.
She’s the person whom I really hope that she will never forget about me, our friendship, our memories, and the tough and happy life we’ve shared.
She’s the person who will be my best friend forever.
And she’s the person who is now eagerly waiting to read this blog even when it is already
And she is the person I want to thank, for everything she has done for me, and for everything she will be doing.
And simply for her presence, and for her being Audrey Ooi Feng Ling.
Yes, I cried reading this (more than if I fight with Yeff wtf) and called her up and sobbed.
Sobbed so much that Naoko knocked on my door and asked me if I’m okay.
Then I had to lie and say oh I cried because of my Korean drama, it was really sad. wtf.
Let me post more thorough pictures of the holiday I took with my soulmate (and the Three Angry White Men)
At the airport. Bunch of nerds, all of them brought books to read. Okayla so did I, but mine were textbooks TT. Though I did buy Shanghai Baby to read (on non-recommendation from Tze) but left it in the plane on the way home wtf.
Then David fell asleep.
Upon reaching, we chanced upon some coconuts.
Neal is Angry White Man No.2 because all of us donned our shades indoors to take a photo but he refused, saying “I’m not going to look like a stupid tourist!”. Don’t know how he’s going to avoid doing that, seeing as he’s a white guy in an Asian country.
Trey is Angry White Man No. 1 because he knocks me on the head for every stupid thing I say. Which apparently, is every other sentence. =.=
Our room.
Our bed that everyone was fighting for space on.
One of our main pursuits was playing this cardgame called “Asshole”. The winner is President, and the loser is Asshole. Guess who is Asshole 90% of the time. God, I hate this game.
David is Angry White Man No. 3 because he got into a fight with Neal while we were playing Asshole. Actually don’t need to click, this video is a waste of time.
I forgot what we were looking at but I thought this pic was funny.
This pic is blurry but my pose is damn hiao hahahah.
We went for midnight walks on the beach.
We bought a paper lantern to make a wish and release it. Me and Angela wished we would be reborn as real sisters in our next life. And in order to remember and appreciate our siblingess wtf, we promised each other not to drink the Old Lady’s Forgetting Tea before we cross the bridge wtf.
We also went snorkelling. (Angie, this is the nicest picture of you ok! At least I didn’t put the one where your eyes are stretched apart hahahahaha)
The content smile on my face conceals the fact that I was terrified to put my head under water EVEN THO I KNOW HOW TO SWIM AND HAD ON A SNORKELLING MASK. All because of Trey nearly drowning me the day before. God I hate him.
Drying in the sun:)
I like shallow water.
Eh sorry ar I’m self-obsessed.
But you have to give me chance…
Because despite applying 7 layers of sunblock everytime we went out, I still turned the color of char siew and thus am not taking photos of myself for the next 3 months.
In desperation, I put on Neal’s tshirt. You’ll never see another picture of me in a polo tee because I think they’re hideous.
While everyone else lay down and tanned, I tried building a sandcastle.
I got this far before running into the shade.
Me and David. Dunno why I tiptoe, not like it makes a difference.
Er the purpose of this picture is to show u the water *lying
And and this is to show you…I dunno la. wtf.
This is to show you Trey’s butt crack wtf. These are the Speedos that caused David to pretend not to know Trey HAHAHAHAH.
Wearing our glasses.
Angela’s best friend.
We found a waterfall and they thought it’d be funny to act out a shampoo commercial. =.=
Look how cool I am doing this cable thing. Is it really called Flying Fox? Why not Flying Squirrel? Or bat? Or Spiderman? wtf.
Truth be told, I was terrified and didn’t even dare look down at first. I went so slow that I got stuck in the middle of the cable and the worker had to start pulling down on the end to make me move and got scolded by the Three Angry White Men.
Then the next time I went so fast and forgot to brake that everyone shouted and jumped out of the way, luckily the worker caught me before I slammed into a tree and ended up on the floor of some rainforest as a flying fox’s food. wtf.
The End.
