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New layout new layout! Courtesy of Luo Xuan and Chen Jia Meei <333333 Xuanxuan made the header for me in return for me cutting her hair wtf and Jammie uploaded and installed it for me /boo
This new layout is so pretty right! I was quite tak sampai hati to let go of Jammie’s previous layout too but you know how the stupid sidebar kept getting pushed down to the bottom damn fan:( And this new layout seems to be working fine:)
2.
Hallelujah omitofo ya allah I have finally finished my thesis T___________T Like finished totally! No more drafts!
I spent yesterday afternoon running around in the rain printing three copies for each of my honors committee. Then running to Suet’s room to borrow her card to print cos I ran out of money wtf. Then ran back to my room to get clips that were big enough to bind each copy. Then running back to Ciruti and Skinner to finally deliver a copy each to Lipman, Nemoto and Datla T____________T
But the point is I am finally done! It ended up at 80 pages and when I finally handed the last copy to Lipman and I was left with an empty paper bag wtf I felt empty myself wtf.
My life has no more meaning wtf.
Serious! I woke up this morning and started thinking what I should add to my thesis to make it more complete/comprehensive then I realized with a thud that I didn’t have to do it anymore because it was already complete 
So now let me just go on with no more life goal wtf. Unless I take out my DS again wtf.
Oh wait maybe my next life goal should be to find a job T______________T
3.
Mummy and Fat Her have told me to stay put in the US which means move to either New York or California (ie San Fran cos I like it la wtf) and get a job.
Lipman told me to not bother about the US, go to Japan and teach English, continue to hone my Japanese, and then come back to the US to do my Masters or PhD whichever I decide to.
I haven’t talked to my parents about this yet but to be honest I am very tempted to do that.
I’m still shuttling back and forth between what I want to do with my life and I still don’t know. I don’t understand why everyone else I know seem to know right away what they want to do and everyone applies and ends up in banks and financial corporations wtf.
Why am I such a bum is this normal wtf.
I only know two things: that I want to go back to Japan and that I want to go to grad school.
Cos I kiasu wtf. No la I really want to get a graduate degree cos I just want to. I want to dunno improve myself wtf what’s so great about a bachelors wtf.
I guess these three weeks or so left before graduation will be spent cracking my head over my plans and applying for jobs sigh.
I just hate how everything is so uncertain:( Why can’t I just find out about the future right now then I would know where I’m headed. But what if I find out that someone in my life dies wtf. Or what if I’m destined to be homeless on the streets WTF. Then Imma throw myself down the stairs and knock my head and get amnesia wtf.
4.
I’ve got weird tiny itchy bubbles on my fingers wtf T___________T
I woke up the day before in the early morning cos my hands itched too much T_T And this morning I woke up again cos it was too itchy wtf I am losing sleep just over this!
The weird bubbles are covering all the sides of my fingers damn weird. And I think there’s water inside them I am so tempted to get a needle and burst them wtf.
I think it’s cos I peeled oranges two nights ago must be I’m allergic to stupid pesticide they sprayed on the oranges or something cibai.
5.
I dunno what is it about me that people like to take pictures of when I’m asleep wtf. Is it some attractive vibe that I give out wtf. Or is it because I sleep too much and in weird positions wtf.
Suet took this of me this morning. I dunno why I like to sleep with my feet up in the air T_T She said my foot was even swaying to and fro wtf but when she tried to take a video I stopped >.> In my defense my foot looks like a ballet foot huh wtf.
Then (another day) Jerry took a picture of me sleeping on my own arm and my foot looking as though it’s made of rubber wtf.
When he said it’s time to get up I pretended not to hear him. So he tried to pull my pillow from under my head (wtf people wanna sleep in peace also cannot) and I moved with the pillow and that’s how I ended up in this position.
6.
Ok la since I am so damn free now with no finals (!!!) and no classes I will blog every day! (or every alternate day wtf)
We have this bigass plastic water dispenser thing and the other day me and Angela hauled it downstairs and filled it with (you guessed it wtf) Coke and right now I’m drinking it stale mmmmm wtf.
The other day, MHC had an all-campus picnic BBQ day. The dining halls closed and everyone had to troop out to the amphitheater green to get hot dogs and burgers.
Which is my annual nightmare wtf because it involves sun and plants and bugs T_T
But it does mean that spring is here yay!
This girl handed out daisies to us! But I tell you, this is why I hate nature. Cos I laid my daisy on my leg while I ate my lunch. And after that I lifted up the daisy and there was a angry patch of rashes there on my leg boohoo hate nature.
Shanshan, Suet, Mild, Lillian, me, Xuanxuan wtf. She’s calling me Feng Ling now while I call her Xuanxuan wtf.
Forgetting my umbrella and that the sun is my enemy ROAR how could I! I’m making full use of Shanshan’s jacket.
Then Xuanxuan suggested going to the greenhouse to take more pictures with greenery wtf that’s right.
But then after 5-10 minutes of being in the greenhouse I developed rashes on my arms magecibai T_T (But in this pic my hair so long already hor like extensions!)
Playing with the wheel that dispenses water (I think)
There was a pond in the greenhouse too!
Weird tree.
By the bridge that kills Xuanxuan and Feng Ling every winter T_T Both of us have fallen on it during icy days and thrown our books in the air on two different occasions T_T
Our gang of homies wtf. Black and White Dog, Pink Elephant, White Bear (wearing my boxers), Squishy Pig and Fat Frog wtf.
And then yesterday XX (lazy to type her name already) and I went to Hampshire with Mild to help her with her photography project.
The setup in the studio.
Mild shooting Angela. God even this shot itself looks professional doesn’t it! And that’s the last you’ll see of nice shots today wtf because I think we accidentally set Angela’s camera to macro mode or something so everything came out blurry =.=
The reflector screen fell on Mild hahahaahah
Nakey time WTF hahahahaha sounds damn disgusting right Nakey Time wtf it’s apparently Trey’s nickname in his fraternity damn gross wtf. We weren’t really naked obviously but Mild was taking shots to look like we were /shy
Again I must clarify that none of these pictures are Mild’s ok quality so bad wtf they are pictures from my camera and Xuanxuan’s. Mild is using a black and white film camera and i can’t wait to see her developed photos:D:D
She had a few themes. This one was Soulmates wtf. She made us wear black and white cos she was using b/w film.
We’re dolls wtf. Ok la my posing sucks ass I think Mild’s forehead vein was popping out wtf. Cos I’m damn stiff la and I look like a frog WTF and I think I maybe can’t keep still sigh.
Er still as a doll but I think I look more like a sulking baby T_T
A preview to the best hair ever wtf. This is for senior ball, and I swore I wouldn’t rest until I achieved the perfect princess hair to go with my dress.
And I think it is perfect ok! *tears gleaming in eyes. Say it’s perfect! *threatening wtf. I promise I spent at least an hour on it including putting in rollers while I slept, doing research on Youtube wtf, backcombing, battling the curling iron, pinning up the top to create a mini beehive, recurling pieces of hair over and over again…
And then I realised after I was done that I was wearing a tshirt and couldn’t change into my dress without ruining my curls wtf. So I made Mild stand in front of me and hold up my ringlets while I took off my tshirt wtf the lengths that I will go to for my hair T_T
I am redrafting my thesis (it’s gotten to seventy pages yo) and eating cocoa pops in a paper cup and diluted iced tea in a ceramic mug. My winamp playlist is a rambling list of pop and country music from decades before me.
tammy wynette
lynn anderson
the beatles
petula clark
linda ronstadt
dolly parton
connie francis
the carpenters
I listened to the most ancient songs ever growing up. From my mother would come Lobo, Bee Gees and Sam Hui WTF. My dad has even older tastes and because of him my brother and I grew up knowing all the words to Connie Francis and Harry Belafonte.
Songs will always remind me of different periods of my life. Ayu’s Rainbow album and the theme song to GTO will always make me think of my first ex because when we broke up it was too painful to listen to English lyrics and have every emo song apply to my state of mind, so I started listening to Jpop. And I will always associate Justin Timberlake’s Senorita and Jay Chou’s Jian Dan Ai with my 2nd ex (who btw is too useless to even mention here wtf) just cos he listened to them all the time.
Right now my winamp list makes me think of all the times the four of us would pack into the car and drive four hours back to Penang. My parents would pop in Elvis or BeeGees cassette tapes, Doris Day, Harry Belafonte, Peter Paul and Mary, Cliff Richard, soundtracks to Oklahoma and My Fair Lady, even an American Bandstand album. But my alltime favorite was a greatest hits compilation of female country singers and I still whine that it’s missing now.
(But whenever my dad put in Deep Purple I would complain incessantly while my brother would say “EH DON’T CHANGE”)
Before leaving, my brother and I would have big decisions to make over which stuffed toy would get to go on the trip. Most of the time it was Lolo, this fat purple bear from Metrojaya who used to be pink. We didn’t dare wash him because we were afraid his arms would fall off. My brother’s pillow which he insisted on bringing every single time would take up half the backseat. We would fight over who would get the neck rest that didn’t leak air, and most of the time my mother would be stuck with the one that did.
My dad would occasionally yell out that he was falling asleep and my mother would pour Nescafe from a flask and feed it to him. I would usually fall asleep the moment we got on the highway out of Subang Jaya and wouldn’t wake up until maybe two hours later, but when I did I always sneezed and that was how my parents would know that I was awake.
My brother and I would cart along our Sweet Valleys or RL Stines or whatever we were reading then, and then pore over them cover to cover. I always got car sick. When we got to a tunnel, my dad would go “Tunnel! Hold your breath and make a wish!” and we would suck in great lungfuls of air and hold it until we got out into the sunshine again. Most of the time I forgot to think of a wish.
Sometimes we stopped at a rest stop for a toilet break. I always insisted I didn’t have to go because I hated public toilets. My parents would take it in turns yelling at me and turn me out of the car to pee. Sometimes we stopped in Bidor and had wantan mee surrounded by petai and durian sellers hawking their wares. Once or twice we drove out of the way to Kampar (I think) to buy chilli sauce because Kampar chilli sauce tasted the best.
We always drove by this lime or quartz hill that was shaped like a monkey’s head because miners had been extracting stone from it. I don’t know how it ended up looking like a monkey, but in my head I always called it Sun Wugong. In the past few years though, the hill’s getting more and more eroded and looks nothing like Sun Wugong now.
No matter how many times we drive by, it will never look like a monkey’s head again. And I will never be 12 and playing with Lolo and my brother in the back while my parents ride up front again.
So I just saw in the comments for my last post:
There’s a simple solution to all your problems, my dear.
Kick Jerry and seduce a rich white american.
It’s easier than you think if you know how. Just join a club that adores Asians, and eventually you’ll bait the right guy. You’ll get instant US citizenship, and instant ego boost from marrying a white guy. Good luck. The comment was signed off Futtbucker. wtf.
Which incidentally is the same commenter who in previous posts left me such gems as:
You’re not japanese !!?? Lies !!
WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF !!
Maybe you’re secretly japanese but you don’t realize it yet…!!! Maybe your mom secretly had an affair with a Japanese man…!!
It’s possible !!??
COMPARE YOURSELF TO YOUR BROTHAS AND SISTAHS YOU LOOK DIFFERENT DON’T YOU !?
YOU. ARE. SECRETLY. JAPANESE. O__O
That would explain your love for Japan and your natural Japanese looks ! No normal Malaysian girl has eyes that big okay !
If you still don’t believe me, go ask your mom.
You’ll see.
and
Why would you take birth control pills……….
O_O !!!
That’s hot.
Excuse me but I gotta go……… clean the white stuff all over my monitor.
I am pretty sure all these comments came from the same person cos the IPs are all from Illinois, even though the writing style is different.
I really don’t know if he/she/furry WTF is trying to be offensive. Because although the tone the comments were typed in was sometimes conversational, the content was just plain rude.
I don’t know if that person is trying to be helpful or what also seriously, but just has a warped mind / inability to express himself politely wtf.
For the birth control comment, I got offended because seriously it’s not that I take birth control pills for fun so I can have rampant sex wtf. It’s for health reasons, and the thought of him wanking to the thought of me having ovary problems just gives me chills.
For the comment about my mom sexing a Japanese man wtf:
I didn’t know if he was trying in a roundabout way to compliment me. He kept saying that I looked Japanese because no Malaysian girl has eyes this big, so he concluded that my mother must have had an affair with a Japanese.
FIrst of all, I think Malaysians on average have much bigger eyes than the Japanese. But a lot of Asians have this misconception that all Japanese are goodlooking so he may have been trying to say something nice about me, I dunno.
But my parents and I got angry for obvious reasons. Even though he might not have been serious, he technically (a) accused my mother of infidelity wtf (b) implied that my dad was cheated on and is still ignorant about it wtf and (c) implied that I am not my father’s child and am a bastard wtf.
And now the latest comment.
*peppermint field gel wtf
Again the tone was very helpful and encouraging.
But aiya I dunno la the comment was wrong on so many levels.
He’s basically saying that
(a) all I have to do to succeed in life wtf is to secure a US citizenship by marrying someone whom I may or may not love
(b) marrying a white guy is better than marrying an Asian/black/hispanic/lain-lain, in essence being incredibly racist in his train of thought. And if Futtbucker is Asian himself/herself, that makes Futtbucker a Sarong Party Girl/Guy wtf.
(c) and just wtf is a club that adores Asians? Hostess club ar? =.=
Sweet Jesus wtf. If I really wanted a citizenship that badly then I can just marry Jerry right? Since he has Canadian citizenship =.=
And seriously what is up with instant ego boost when you marry a white guy? What’s there to show off? That your husband got a bigger dong ar wtf. Obviously I have close white male friends and they are funny/moronic/sweet/smart but so are so many of my Asian male friends.
Damn colonial la their thinking omg. This is not 1948 ok when the British are still in Malaya and they are still our rulers wtf. If it were then maybe I can understand why you think marrying someone white is such a big status boost.
And then Futtbucker asked me to ‘bait the right guy’ good lord T_________T I always proclaim that I want to marry a rich guy and live a life of idleness and hedonism wtf but obviously this is a joke and her suggestion really makes me feel like I literally climbed off the boat from Southeast Asia with 200 other illegal immigrants wtf and all I can do is use my body to attract a man and get my citizenship wtf.
Work in a strip club and charge $50 to cup a boob, $100 for anything more wtf.
Come to think about it, when Futtbucker said ‘a club that adores Asians’ he/she could have been talking about that T_T
From the tone of this commen, FB is possibly a female. She said that it’s easier than you think wtf which implies that she has done it wtf.
Good for you if you have successfully snared your man and got your glorified citizenship.
But I would find it too degrading, too cheap, too heinous and I would never be able to respect myself again.
(Thank you everyone who left such encouraging and smart comments on the last post! Btw does anyone know anyone who can hook me up with a job in the US ar wtf)
This post is not for the fainthearted wtf.
I don’t understand why some people are so disgusting.
The other day I went to do trash only to find someone had tossed a rolled up used pad into the recycling bin for paper.
WTF IS THIS!!!!!
Are you retarded! Why the hell would anyone throw their used pads in the recycling bin!!! Recycle blood for what! Feed toyol ar wtf. It wasn’t even like they mistook the bin for the normal trash bin and maybe tossed in all their trash. It was just a lone rolled up pad sitting on top of all the newspaper T_T
Seriously did you just toss it in there to give me a surprise. Fuck you whoever did that I had to reach in and pick up someone’s disgusting pad magecibai and throw it in the right bin T_T If I ever find out who, I will take a used pad and stick it onto your face wtf T_T
And secondly! The person who leaves pieces of shit 6 inches long and 3 inches thick in the last toilet of Ham 2nd floor T________________T
I beg of you, please fucking try to hit the flush at least once before you pull your pants up and make your hurried exit T____________T
Every time I push open the door for the last toilet and see that disgusting thing I either hitch in my breath or give a little scream and back up fast before I can throw up.
First of all, this has happened not once or twice, but several times over the past year! And today (out of morbid curiosity) I actually ventured in (not breathing and eyes half closed so I don’t need to see as much of it WTF) and tapped the flush button before scurrying out.
And I watched in disgust and fascination wtf as the piece of shit spun around in the current a bit before going down the hole.
SO WTF IS THIS THEN! At first I thought the person had been trying to flush it but due to its extravagant size it couldn’t go down. But when I flushed it it went down ok! So means that person didn’t even bother to flush at all!!! HOW CAN!!! SO MANY TIMES SOME MORE
And really! I wonder what kind-of-add-50-cents-to-up-your-order-size person has the ability to shit such a big piece wtf. I am not exaggerating when I say the shit was like 2 bak changs stuck together wtf. Or maybe 2 ketupats wtf.
Who has that big a hole T_____ It even occured to me that maybe that person keeps a rabbit illegally in her room and just packed all her rabbit’s shit together and tossed it in the toilet wtf.
Cos seriously I cannot get over how big those pieces are ok T_____T It wasn’t even like a pile it was just one big length of poop T______T
Wanna complain also dunno who to complain to.
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On a different note, some righteous dumbass posted on Suet’s blog bitching about how wow good golly miss molly Suet has only been in the US for 6 months and she already has an American accent. And then proceeded to bash my brother ROARRR NOBODY TALKS SHIT ON MY BROTHER AND GETS AWAY WITH IT
(Cos he’ll take them on first la wtf you think I can beat people up ar. Slash at their ankles with a pen knife maybe wtf)
Seriously get off your fucking high horse. So she has an accent. Big deal. Some people just pick up speech ways faster than others and that doesn’t make them showoffs or posers or whatever you think they are.
Even for me (who is already considered damn slow in picking up accents), if I wanted to talk about something and make myself better understood / more articulate I would probably drop all the Manglish add-ons (dunno what they’re called) and yalah yalah be called poser by random anal sourfaces wtf.
Sometimes when I’m speaking to er hakujin wtf / ang moh /mat salleh I don’t realize it but sometimes I stop and listen to myself and it surprises me how different I sound.
I don’t think I’ve really taken the effort to pick up the US accent (cos really damn hard ok wtf) and I think the Malaysian accent is endearing and one of the most addictive, easiest to pick up accents around (nearly everyone close to me has picked it up in varying degrees, for eg. Jerry picked it up in a month wah not bad wtf but then keep imitating me to mock me T_T)
But the US accent is definitely easier for people to understand (do you realize that Malaysians speak damn fast and slur their words so nobody out of Malaysia and Singapore can understand)
So seriously, Anal Sourface Commentor, there’s nothing wrong with changing the way you speak for people to better understand you, you know *pat pat
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Oh and I wanna change my style again!
The last time I said I wanted to be hiphop and gangsta WTF which involved baggy jeans and boxers and skater shoes but summer is here ok who wants to wear jeans in summer!
So I am switching over to
お姫スタイル! Princess style wtf.
Back view.
Which seems an impossible feat because
(a) I do not have enough hair to achieve this level of bouffant-ness wtf.
(b) Too kua cheong wtf.
But maybe can modify to make it simpler leh! Like…be a princess on summer vacation wtf then can tone down a bit.
I really want the huge curls! And I want to wear bows and pastels and lace and frills!
So cute right! But seriously damn exaggerated la hmm let me think how to work it first that will be my homework this weekend wtf.
(sorry Ally to borrow a line from you)
She said she’s the new face of failure but stfu la you’re doing your Masters in Melbourne how much of a failure can you be T_T
Boys and girls, I present to you the REAL new face of failure.
WTF
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA IT’S LEROY’S OLD FAT PIC I couldn’t resist putting it up wtf.
Sorry ar Leroy.
And Eeflin. wtf.
There. The really real face of failure T_T
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE
Stay here do OPT and risk using thousands more of the Ooi cash reserves?
Join the Peace Corps?
Go to Japan to teach English?
Wash dishes in a Chinese takeout in Vancouver?
Go back to KL and log on to jobstreet.com.my?
Marry a rich man?
The options are endless!
I feel like I’m spiralling into a black hole wtf.
Nobody is getting back to me on jobs yet T________T What if I don’t get an answer by the time I graduate! MHC is going to kick me out on the streets and then what T________T
I really want to stay here and use my Optional Practical Training (international students get a year to work here before needing to apply for working visas)
But nobody has gotten back to me how!!! Did I leave it for too late cos I only started applying in earnest like a week or two ago wtf.
Or is it the US recession? *convinces myself so I don’t feel like a failure wtf.
I don’t want to go back to Malaysia just yet….I dunno I feel like I have the whole world before me so why would I want to run back to a place where I don’t feel I would grow?
Ok whole world before me is overstating things a bit because apparently I am not marketable wtf.
I guess worse comes to worst, I just go back to KL first and explore my options to get to Japan? Cos I really wanna go back there and live again…
Haih fuck this shit life is hard la harh wtf.
Some more my luck seriously damn suay. I dunno is it because I’m stupid or really unlucky because although I wouldn’t say that everything bad happens to me but seriously a lot of tiny bad things happen to me that cause me problems and just make everything harder for me to achieve or even get through something I am doing wtf.
Like packages for me get lost in the mail with extraordinarily high frequency. Planes, trains and buses break down on me surprisingly often. Buy things then next day go on sale wtf. Go for interview but rains/car breaks down/job cancelled when I arrive (true story)
Dunno what else a lot some more. Everyone around me notices it ok I am not exaggerating my bad luck is infamous T_T
Even Suet and Angela are afraid to go with me one on one on trips because when Suet and I tried to go to Singapore for her MHC interview once, we missed train after train after LRT and never made it out of the country T_T
And then when Suet went with me to Boston she was wondering why nothing bad happened to her so far (cos apparently when other people are alone with me my bad luck affects them wtf) and then she realized she left her bag on the bus T_T
And on the way back from Vancouver Angela and I got delayed a few times for a total of 12 hours wtf.
So this totally makes me think that nobody will ever answer my job applications and I will spend my life borrowing money from Fat Her Ooi and eating in food courts wtf.
Please comment and tell me that you’re in my situation or was in my situation it would make me feel so much better T__________T
1. Guess who’s turned 21!
Happy Birthday Jammie!
Doing what she does best. Beating peasants into submission WTF.
Here’s to:
Me feeling like I’ve known you forever when in fact it hasn’t been long at all.
Being the Club peacekeeper (and zookeeper) wtf
Looking the most innocent and pure but actually the most sneaky and willing to go to great lengths to discover gossip wtf.
Your sense of humor and silly jokes.
Being the only force capable of attracting us all back to Malaysia 🙂
I love you Jam!
2. I hate my laptop with a passion unheard of in me wtf. Yarabi wtf.
I just reformatted it last August! When Nemo kicked it and it crashed wtf. And I installed more RAM and a new hard drive too.
And look where it is now. Dying on me:((((
Wanna open PDF also freeze. Too many MSN conversations also freeze. Don’t dare to listen to music anymore because scared freeze wtf.
Angela said that when I leave the room the computer makes noises like it’s about to explode T_T
Fuck this shit sigh.
3. Okay so Mild, Shanshan and I performed a Thai traditional dance at the Festival of Diversity last Saturday.
Reasons why we decided to go through with it:
I wanted a traditional Thai outfit and told Mild to get one for me when she went back to Bangkok. And after that I wanted to wear it somewhere wtf.
Instead doing the usual (lazy ass) fashion show (only need to walk) I decided to challenge myself (and Mild wtf) by doing a Thai dance with her and we recruited Shanshan.
And wah was Mild challenged wtf. I think she never felt this much fear and anxiety in her life (except when job-hunting maybe wtf)
It is apparently exceedingly difficult to teach me how to dance wtf. And I have an uncanny ability to perform the exact same steps everyone else is doing yet look totally different wtf.
But Mild so patient ok! Told me about the same mistake repeatedly but still didn’t get angry. Hid her feelings well wtf.
Hello everybuddy!
It took 8 safety pins, 15 bobby pins, 5 butterfly clips and a shitload of wax and hairspray to look like this.
Shanshan and Mild who danced beautifully! (Me in the back who was totally off wtf)
Mild damn cute here hahahaha
Artistic shot by Mild. Take that Jerry Ko! wtf
Mild afraid of my monkey/lemur/tarsiar impression.
She scared me one day and my eyes popped out like this wtf.
Here’s a video of the dance! The reason why my blog has so many videos these days is because Mild is too damn free wtf. But her editing skills all very good right!
Thank god the lighting wasn’t good and we’re blurred out. Mild and Shanshan were so nervous in contrast to me wtf dahlah the worst at dancing already still tak sedar diri (don’t realize) so calm wtf.
If you read Jammie and Suet, you would have read their How to Be a Ninja posts.
So when Suet and Shanshan came over today, they hustled to turn me into a ninja too wtf. Using Jerry’s tshirt as props wtf.
Apparently I’m the world’s ugliest ninja because they both fell over themselves laughing and I think at one point Suet was gasping on the bed while Shanshan was crawling on the floor in fits wtf T___________T
Hajimemashite (Nice to meet you)
Busu desu. (I’m Ugly wtf)
Bottom cut off to censor my boxers on strict instruction from Jerry (who is probably regretting his decision to choose a ninja warrior right this moment wtf). He said cannot let the world see, but please la just look at my face who on earth would be turned on by that wtf.
Whipping around to attack a fresh victim wtf.
Got video some more seriously this is like attack after attack (pun intended wtf) of Audrey-ugliness will there be no end to it. Sometimes I question if I am really a girl wtf.
Just to remind everybody that I normally do not look like that T____T That is just my default appearance ok without makeup or contacts (which is actually pretty damn ugly sigh)
*does stretches wtf
I am so free! lalalalalalalalaa
Ok la let the pictures do the walking wtf wtf damn cliched la this line hahahaha.
I’m sure everyone else is as sick as I am of Miami pictures wtf so thank your lucky stars that it’s the last day.
On our last day, we decided that we should do something touristy rather than just shop and club the whole time wtf.
So we signed up for this bus tour around Miami and a boat tour around Star Islands (more on that later)
Mild got into her photographer mode.
While I fell asleep 5 minutes later wtf. Angela poked me and said “pay money to sleep ar” wtf but I was so grumpy and hungry ok! I had no breakfast and my lunch was a Kitkat wtf.
And the stupid bus driver said we had time to stop to pick up coffee but not Macdonald’s which was next door wtf. What nonsense is this!
Me and Angela stayed in the bus sulking while everyone else got off and got coffee/snapped pictures outside and suddenly Jeannie pranced back into the bus holding McNuggets WTF WHO SAID NO TIME HUH
That’s why la always follow rules. Won’t get far in life wtf.
Some nice fountain wtf.
This was the hotel that Johnny (insert last name) worked at as a waiter or something before he got famous for starring in Tarzan wtf.
Then we went to the most beautiful swimming pool I have ever seen. It’s called the Venetian Pool and the historical details of it escape me, but whatever la just enjoy the pictures.
Every piece in the whole area is beautiful.
This is the pool!
And this is the area beside the pool.
A view of the pool itself.
I so wanted to go swim there! (despite the fact that I hate swimming)
I am so talented at wearing tops as dresses wtf.
Photo shoot wtf.
Us 🙂
So many pictures of us because the bus driver insisted on taking them for us wtf. Took multiple shots some more, and even dragged us to different vantage points of the place to look and take more pictures.
We love him wtf.
At first I hated him hahaha cos his voice was annoying wtf and he kept pronouncing words wrongly why I so discriminate wan T_T Some more didn’t allow us to get off the bus to buy Macds I didn’t get to eat until dinner T_T
But after he took so many pictures for us voluntarily, he’s now my man wtf.
Taken by bus driver again.
And then we went for a boat tour through the Star Islands. The Star Islands are 6 manmade islands full of celebrities’ mansions. So we went to do some star gazing wtf wtf.
Jeannie with the mascot wtf.
The ___ of the boat ar? Pire? wtf. Something starting with the letter S? wtf. OH PROW RIGHT HAHAHA I JUST GOT IT
I’m not looking very happy because: a) no food b) the wind wtf. I hate wind la seriously makes my hair disgusting. Blows it out of style and it always gets extra dirty when its windy T_T
Mild and Angela still very happy though.
Okay so ladies and gentlemen, a walk through the lives of Hollywood A List Celebrities wtf.
This house belongs to Antonio Banderas! Of Zorro and… Evita fame?
Jackie Chan. Angela was complaining how come there were no Asian’s houses there. Nah your token Asian there you go wtf.
Rambo’s house wtf. Sly Stallone la.
Gloria Estefan.
Wendy’s. The owner of the fastfood chain Wendy’s bought this house and then passed it on to his daughter, Wendy, whom he obviously named the restaurants after 🙂
Shaquille O’Neal. Is this how you spell his name. There’s a basketball court there too.
The filming location of the Addam’s Family! *snaps fingers
This used to belong to Frank Sinatra, but now is owned by the Parker family, the penmakers.
Will Smith’s house!
Julio Iglesias. Father of Moley Iglesias wtf.
Ricky Martin! Dunno why looks like a science center.
Jennifer Lopez!
The house that used to belong to Elizabeth Taylor is there too but I forgot which one it is.
Us at dinner. Look at how tired we were after the whole day of touring.
It was our last night and Mild/Adriana the black and chillz still wanted to go clubbing!
Frankly I was already exhausted by the 3rd night of clubbing in a row and when I asked her “Mild are we still going clubbing tonight?”, she scoffed and said “Is that even a question” wtf why is my friend so happening T____________T
So when on the last day Jeannie wanted to stay in the hotel and study wtf (much to Mild’s dismay) I was secretly pleased and so was Angela wtf.
But we decided to pretend it was all Jeannie’s wish wtf. Aiya one person to take the blame is better than three ok wtf.
(Ya Mild now you know our secret wtf)
And that’s the end of Miami!
We boarded the plane the next morning, in jeans and hoodies, devoid of makeup and looking unrecognizable wtf.
Oh ya, our music video wtf. Cheesy until dunno what la hahaha please don’t vomit wtf. We didn’t take enough footage for the whole song unfortunately so it’s about half the song only. Plus I am so digusting in the close up shots why do I insist on humiliating myself T_T
And guess who showed up on my doorstep?
Hello! wtf.
So I just submitted my first draft for my thesis yesterday.
It was actually due today but I actually finished it before time god I love it when I hand things up early I feel so accomplished.
And today was discussion day for Japanese where each of us had to speak on a topic on Japanese social psychology wtf and lead discussions for it.
I don’t think I prepared for it very well cos I was reading from the article wtf and didn’t know what I was reading also wtf but as soon as I put my notes aside and just used my own brain to speak I managed to make a lot of sense and I think it went well!
And that’s over too so for the next week or so all I have to do is watch a movie called Tegami and nothing else!!! Not until my advisors call me back with criticisms of my draft but that probably won’t be for another week or two.
I am so free as of now I am beside myself wtf. I really don’t know what to do! I don’t have to be on wikipedia, or at the library wtf. Neither do I have to be feverishly typing my paper or translating any shit into Japanese. Is this what the unemployed feel like. I’m talking to you Hui Wen WTF.
Senior year has definitely been my busiest year also cos we went to so many places ie. Vancouver Miami New York Boston countless times wtf. I remember in 2nd year I thought I was so busy but now when I think about it I could spend hours in the afternoon on the phone with Yeff wtf. So that’s where all my time went huh wtf.
And now I am so free! I finally have time to watch Malaysian Dream Girls which I have been missing out on boohoo wtf. And I finally get to watch Old Time Buddy on tudou.com wtf my most favorite show ok what do you know.
And I finally have time to do job-hunting zomg this creeps me out so much you don’t even know. Anyone who asks me my plans after graduation will receive withering looks from me and a “dont ask if not I’ll cry” wtf.
Anyway last weekend was another trip to Boston, this time for the Northeast Malaysia Forum 2008.
I never realized there were this many Malaysians studying in the States! And all at amazing schools too – Upenn, Dartmouth, Harvard, Yale, Princeton, MIT, Williams, Wellesley, NYU, Smith, Uchicago dunno where some more.
Mount Holyoke is already one of the best schools here but among these we are like the bottom few ok. Maybe sama taraf with Colby and Bates la wtf I forgot the ranking already.
And Holy Mama seriously everyone there is so so so so damn smart. The forum was to form a network for Malaysian students in the US and also to discuss current sociopolitical issues in our country.
So it was a very intellectual weekend wtf.
We had a lot of great speakers: Jeff Ooi, Premesh Chandran, Karim Raslan, Dato Tony Fernandez, Malik Imtiaz, Zainah Anwar, among others.
And the funny thing was, I think nearly every speaker urged us to finish our studies and go back to Malaysia wtf. I think they were scared that all the huge brains would stay overseas and Malaysia would then die a slow bitter death wtf.
I don’t know if anyone is really going to go back tho. At least not right away. Even I am not sure I want to.
Anyway everyone there was so damn deep and abstract and smart! And there you know me la wtf you read my blog you know how shallow I am. Plus I am super flighty in person and to make things worse I was having a fever so even more cannot think I never felt dumber in my life wtf.
But it was so fun! Everyone was sooo nice and it was so wonderful to be able to speak Hokkien and Malay and Manglish and not worry about having the other person understand you.
Except for this incident when me, Suet and Ai Ping (from Vassar) went to the bathroom and the smell was horrendous and I went “wah I think someone pooped in here” wtf.
And then I realized there was someone in one of the stalls wtf.
So I spoke Malay like I always do when I don’t want people to understand me wtf. “Wah dia berak busuk sampai mau mati” wtf. (She shit smelly until I wanna die wtf)
Then I realized that the only people in the building were Malaysians WTF.
Then we faster ran out wtf.
I’m guessing most people have seen the pics on Suet’s blog so I won’t bother.
To everyone I met at NMF: I loved meeting you guys! See you around wtf.
Back to my Miami updates:
Miami Day 5:
We went to this mall called Aventura which was better than sex wtf. They had like every single store you would ever want…
According to Mild and Jeannie and Angela anyway.
Because while they went shopping, I set up camp in Starbucks with my green tea and laptop wtf. (This was back in the day where I hadn’t finished writing my thesis. Talk like damn long ago wtf)
If you look clearly I wasn’t even sitting IN Starbucks cos it was a small outlet and there weren’t any plugs inside. So I made the barrista pull the table and chair for me outside of the shop next to the plug point. Good thing the shop behind me was closed wtf.
And I made friends with the barrista ok even though at first he didn’t like me for making his job harder wtf but later on we became fast friends his name is Courtney wtf.
Need I say more wtf.
Their statues were so cute!
And I missed all these photo ops T_T
Then they saved me from my misery wtf and we went to Cheesecake Factory for dinner.
Our food.
My hot water cos I’m an old woman like that wtf. No la the aircon was really cold so I asked for hot water to warm myself up.
Then Prive later at night. Ya what else is new wtf.
Our own unique dance poses wtf.
Part of our wedding portfolio wtf.
Me and the Opposite of Spicy wtf wtf.
Being hiao.
Group photo, except Jeannie got cut off. (but that’s ok cos she doesn’t read my blog WTF)
Ya dunno why we were so lovey dovey that night wtf.
Amy Winehouse cured of impedigo wtf ahahahahah does anyone else read the Superficial hahahahahah
Random gay British guy jumped into the photo.
Our night is never complete without Crank Dat.
Me and Jeannie taking a break. Never again will I wear 4 inch heels to club *lies through teeth wtf.
Mild said “give them a lap dance” and this is what I did why am I so unsexy T_T
So black and chillz hahahahah. Just like Old Time Buddy WTF.
Just look at Mild seriously damn hiphop and chillz you don’t even know hahahaahah.
And speaking of me and Mild dancing, we are going to perform a Thai dance for a cultural night (with Shan Shan) good lord save us from a slow and painful (and very public) death wtf.
With Random Gay Guy’s friends who are all British. Why so many Brits like to go to Florida ar.
Cut them off never mind as long as we’re in it wtf.
Every night the bouncers make fun of my height and that night was no different wtf.
When we were leaving, the bouncer said to me “can you come here for a sec” and I got scared wtf. And then he asked me “how tall are you exactly?” wtf but then he also said I look like a doll and I like being called a doll so I took a picture with him and his friend wtf.
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