A PART OF ME IS DEAD.
On Thurday or Friday – my memory fails me – I was stuffing papers into my bag.
I got two papercuts on my left hand – one on my 4th finger and one on my last.
When I got home, I stuck two Hello Kitty bandaids on them.
And promptly forgot about them for the next 4 days.
Also I didn’t want to take them off cos they were so darn cute and I wanted them to stay on my hand as decorations forever.
Today I pulled them off and discovered My Fingers Had Turned Grey.
DAMN GROSS RIGHT!!!! And the worst part is the pictures don’t do justice to it.
It actually looks much worse.
And it feels cold and clammy too.
Much like reptile’s skin.
*wobbles away to bathroom to puke and shine a hairdryer over hand*
This is a meaningless blog entry.
But I just want to say that:
The forecast for next Wednesday’s highest temperature is in the upper 50s.
Which means it will be about 15 degrees Celcius!!!!!!!!
Fifteen!!!!
Like almost the same as Genting!!!!
Time to break out the miniskirts and flipflops.
I love you, Weather God! I take back every curse I ever uttered on your name. 😀
I just came back from the most pissing-off physics lab in my life.Because there wasn’t enough setups to go around, I was stuck with the two most retarded bitches in the world.
And guess what? One of them happens to be Stompy, from my previous blog entry. Remember her? She’s the numbskull who stomps around the floor shouting into her stupid cell phone and thinks she’s damn hot even though she’s like 6 feet tall and her boobs are still smaller than mine.
Time to rant. How fucking stupid can they be?! I didn’t think it was possible for two people to be so moronic and not be reclassified as retarded!
You never read the lab instructions is it?! Don’t act like you did la! If you did you wouldn’t have made so many mistakes to last a lifetime k. If you don’t know the fucking material, don’t try to act big and control the whole experiment la! You think what just because you are a big fat ang moh you think you are superior to the small fart Asian is it?
Please la! No wonder people say that Asians are supposed to be good at math and science. Its not that we’re that good okay, its more like you are so stupid! I don’t want to pull racial stereotypes into this, but how can I not think this way when I encounter such imbeciles in my lab?!?
At every turn they did the experiment wrong! When Angela or I tried to tell them, they fucking ignored us! And continued to stand in front of the radas and bloody block the whole thing. Then when they realised they made a mistake, all they could say is, “Just kidding!”
Just kidding?! JUST KIDDING?!? WHAT IS THE JOKE HERE?!?! I AM SORRY I DO NOT SEE IT!!! IS IT VERY FUNNY THAT THANKS TO YOUR IDIOCY I HAVE TO WASTE MY TIME STANDING HERE AND BABYSIT YOU TO MAKE SURE WE WON’T ALL TO FAIL OUR LAB?!?!?
And fucking Stompy, just cause you are walking around with a cane now (prob too much stomping) you think you can just order people to walk around and do things for you is it?! OMFG AND CAN U PLEASE PUT ON SOME BETTER CLOTHES NEXT TIME?!?!
I KNOW YOU ARE DAMN THIN AND U WANNA SHOW OFF UR HOT BOD BUT CAN U PLEASE COVER UP MORE NEXT TIME…. DON’T WEAR THAT DAMN SPAGHETTI STRAP TOP AND JEANS LA PLEASE I DON’T WANNA SEE YOUR PUBES.
Yes!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW TRAUMATISING IT IS FOR ME TO SEE YOUR BREAST-LESS CHEST AND YOUR NAVEL HAIR?!?! Dahlah you are already so tall and I’m so short my eyeview would permanently be directed to your navel right?!?!? OMG I wasn’t even aware that GIRLS had belly button hair until u came along.
My god, how I wish I could take a pic of her navel fluff and show you people.
I feel much better now.:)
Also because I marched over to the lab instructor after that and demanded he set up one more radas for me next week. There is no way I’m going to do another lab with these two asswipes.
Audrey, you are pure genius.
I know, I know. *pats self on back*
I am on my way to realising my secret dream!
Let me present to you my masterpiece.
::Before::
::After::
Nice or not? Not bad for a first time right! I created a full fringe out of nothing! *shiny eyes*
Another pic of my real life Barbie doll.
::Artist and the Art::
::I trimmed Angela’s hair last semester too!::
::Muahahah she’s gorgeous! XD XD::
Move over la, John Tang, chor teng only.
P/S: John Tang, in the very faint possibility that you might actually be reading this, I don’t mean it. Please continue to cut my hair.
During the past 5 days I have been to Boston and back, courtesy of my beloved Yen.
For spring break, me and Angela (later to be joined by Elise) stayed at Yen’s house, ate Chinese homecooked food, dim sum and Malaysian food. :D:D:D
::View of Yen’s front lawn. Yes, it’s still snowing in spring.::
::Ang, Yen and me at her door::
::Us again::
::Ditto::
::While we were at Yen’s they lit a fire! Soyy, jakun, cannot ah?::
::And we roasted marshmallows! Here I am looking not too happy because mine caught fire, turned into a burning missile and I waved it vigorously like I would a jossstick so half of the marshmallow broke off and fell into the ashes.::
::Ang and Yen with their papaya shakes and me eating my marshmallow before the other half falls off too.::
::Manna, Elise and me in Jasmine Sola::
::Fried ice-cream. At you’ll never guess where.::
::Oh, all right, so maybe you did. Yes, Penang in Boston.::
I ordered kai fan…after craving for it for so long. Elise got nasi lemak, Yen got Hokkien mee, Angela also got kai fan. No pics because I was too hungry.
Okay, now has nothing to do with Boston. Camwhoring alert.
::Gahahaha okok I shall stop here.::
Ooh-er.There’s a weird sound coming from my desk.
It’s a very quiet sound that sounds like something’s rattling around meekly somewhere.
It pipes up every few minutes.
It is scaring the bejesus out of me.
Help!Remember the worm that got to my computer?
Well, after I got it fixed I can’t watch my Stairway to Heaven on any of my media players anymore! Do I need some codec thing or something for it? And do any of you know if I deleted whatever I had that enabled me to watch it? Cos I know I deleted a lot of files which I thought were useless. Or did the worm wipe it out itself??
HELP!!
I am without my daily dose of Korean melodrama:(
A very happy TWENTIETH birthday to my dearest baobei Ruth Gong!!!You are 20 years old! Older than me! Who, after all, is only 19:D
::the beautiful birthday girl::
May you have a wonderful year ahead of you! And have a wonderful birthday, albeit without the presence of me and Min.:(
Okay let’s talk a bit about the birthday girl here.
I hated her on first sight.
Hahahaha Ruth, who asked you to look so mengada on the first day of college? She was wearing one of her infamous sexy denim dresses and leaning against Joel in the MPH.
Wah lau! I beh tahan! Who is that mengada-looking cha boh? I thought to myself.
When we went to our classrooms to take the English Aptitude Test, who should waltz in TEN FREAKING MINUTES LATE but Miss Gong.
I thought to myself, mm chai see, got test, some more first day of class and still late.
Later, I don’t know why but Min and I ended up sitting behind the hiao poh with the denim dress in class, and a week later, together with Hsin became the best of friends.
::Old school pic of us sitting on our 4th floor staircase. Note that all of us look thousand times better now.::
Even though Ruth has left for Melbourne, I am in stupid snowy South Hadley, and Min is still in Subang, the bond of the Baobeis never die!
We are still going for each other’s weddings as maids/matrons of honors and Min will still have to take care of our kids when we go shopping.:D
On another note, if you haven’t noticed already, I am back!
It turns out nobody was hacking into my computer. Hehe, I was kidding myself.
It was actually a fcuking worm that came to me through MSN courtesy of BERNARD TEE. Bernard, lei hou yeh! I some more generously wrote you a real letter just a few days ago complete with stamp and envelope and sent it to you in UK and this is how you repay me.
Anyway it’s fixed now.
Goodness, I am loquacious today. Must be too long haven’t blogged that’s why. It is as if I have diarrhea at the mouth.XD
Which brings me to me next topic. A kau annoying girl in my Jap class called Tseng-san.
I absolutely hate Tseng-san.
Let me rephrase that. Half the class hates Tseng-san. So much so that she is known between me and Yen as Diarrhea Mouth.
Because she NEVER shuts up.
How I wish for something big with spikes sticking out of it so I can use it to bludgeon her to death.
She does nonstop talking in class every single day. In a loud obnoxious voice. With loud braying donkey laughter.
It is because she thinks that noone else in class understands the teacher except her. So she feels a duty to explain to the rest of us retards what the teacher is saying. She also thinks she will die if she doesn’t answer every single question the teacher comes up with.
And! And this might be the very worst of it all. She speaks English with a Japanese accent. Yes. She says things like, “I like to play bi-dei-yo ge-mu!” (video games)
How can anybody put up with this shit day in day out and not want to choke her?!?
The other day, we were at Japanese Language Table.
I went to get ice-cream and left my phone on the table.
Diarrhea in the Mouth picks up my phone and starts admiring it because it is too cute.
She sees the photo sticker that Angela stuck to the back of me and Lee Kim Hong.
She says, “Ah, kawaii ne!” No la, I’m sure she said it in English. “Ah cue-to!”
Yen says, “Yeah, I think that’s her best friend or something.”
Diarrhea in the Mouth says, “I wonder if they’ve had sex.”
My forehead hurts.
Thanks to this fcuking juvenile game we played.
Game is somewhat like “Concentration”.
If you’ve played that as a kid, you would know that it goes in four beats, involves chanting and clapping alongside beats.
Anyway. our version involved calling out names instead of numbers like in Concentration. BUT! To make things harder, we did it in Japanese. So instead of the usual chant of “Concentration! Concentration game begins!”, we had something mindnumbing (and foreheadnumbing, haha) that went:
” Seno~! (insert name) kara hajimari miru blabla ha wa sete!” (I got it wrong la, can’t remember now. The blabla is not a real word, I inserted it in cos I forgot what the word was)
And so forth.
And the forfeit for fcuking up the lines was….. getting flicked on the forehead with a wooden pencil. =.=
I wonder how they come up with these things.
So guess who got hit the most?
Yes. You’re right. Angela.
But guess who got hit the most along with her?
Yes, it hurts like shit. But we kept doing it because it is damn hilarious to hear the ‘pak’ sound of the pencil hitting into someone’s forehead.
Stupid Jeannie hit me so hard some more. One time, I actually thought she used the pencil to whack me across the forehead, it was so painful.
Tomorrow sure blue black on the forehead. Thank god I have bangs.
Yesterday I went to the Big Y (which is a local supermarket) with Angela and Elise to buy stuff like tissue paper and cotton pads.
Halfway down an aisle, a smiling middle aged woman in a Big Y tshirt clutching a handful of balloons comes up to me.
She says, “Would you like a balloon?”
I answer automatically, “No, thank you.”
She presses, “Are you sure?”
I stop and consider her offerings. “Oh okay, give me the pink one.”
She untangles the pink balloon from her hand and hands it to me. “Now make sure you tie this firmly to your wrist, dear. We don’t want it to fly away, do we?”
I say, “Okay thank you” and meanwhile my friends are collapsing in laughter.
Middle aged lady in Big Y tshirt gazes at me in mild confusion before saying, “I am assuming you’re not as young as I think you are?”
“No, I’m not.”
“How old are you then?”
“I’m 19.”
Elise the evil bitch shouts from the back, “Don’t lie! You’re twenty!”
Cover blown.
Middle aged lady exclaims, “Oh goodness I thought you were twelve!”
I look 12 meh? It must be the way I was dressed. Stupid polka dotted pink jacket and yellow star earrings. Pan jap somore la, Aud Ooi.
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Me and Angela were having this incredibly stupid online conversation.
We were arguing over who is prettier than who and how pretty we were exactly. [cue for you to sweat, beat your breast and murder us]
She said she was too pretty and had better move to Mars because she was too pretty for Earth.
I said I would stay on Earth and be queen of the world due to my prettiness.
She said she didn’t dare stay on Earth because she would be killed for being too pretty.
I said my bodyguards would be very handsome too.
And proceeded to write down a list.
“My Bodyguards”
1. Hideaki Takizawa – because he is just too darn cute.
2. Prince William – Haha! How high class will I look if a prince is my bodyguard!
3. Cha Song-joo (from Stairway to Heaven) – I am sure most of you know of my current obsession with this stupid tearjerking drama.
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