Am in irritable mood and waiting for the rice to cook.
Practically the whole nation blacked out today. The aircons stopped whirring and the lights all went out. Funnily enough, puteri lilin here thought it was damn fun to be in the middle of the blackout even though even her handphone line was down and she was sweating buckets at Pan Bakery. Hello! It has been a long time since I was involved in some Malaysian happening ok!
Might go do hair tomorrow.
Still grumpy.
Terimalah balasannya, Audrey.
Last time laugh at people doing LDRs. Now leh?
Last time play people out. Now leh?
Sigh.
Since Ruth has gone back to Batu Pahat and everyone has either started classes or is not calling me out because my phone was stolen, I am damn kau free now. Therefore I am going to start posting pics of myself so that everybody can comment and tell me how cute I am.
Hahaha no la!!!
Anyway my resolution this time was to come back to Malaysia and take truckloads of pictures, but malou, things had to happen like I left the camera in drunk Chan Kin Meng’s pocket, then left it with Dinesh, then forgot to recharge the battery etc.
Oh ya, speaking of resolutions, this are my New Year resolutions.
1. Cannot let weight get above 38 kg.
2. Not jump to conclusions so much (esp around people like Kah Heng and Malcolm)
3. ….
Ahhh cannot think of any more. When I think of more I’ll post them up.
Okay time for narciccism.
::Me and Hsin the day I arrived back. Going for slurpee break, I think.::
::As part of my homecoming and in the spirit of Xmas, everyone had to wear The Reindeer Gear. Here’s Min with hers.::
‘ ::Hsin doing her turn.::
::My turn!!:D::
::Min caught unawares, looking like a refugee from a Taliban camp::
::Min and Ruth in Esquire. My favorite picture! Daamn pretty la! T_T And guess who took it and made it such a masterpiece?::
::Me and Malcolm, also in Esquire. Fuckanathan, face look damn fat here. Lesson learned: never take pics with pointed faced people.::
::Me and Ruth pan-ning cute. Wah beh tahan!::
::Okay okay and just so you won’t puke with all the sweetness going around from us, here’s a fugly pic of me and Ruth where we don’t even look human without our makeup and contacts. Malcolm didn’t even recognise who Ruth was =(::
::Me inspecting Ruth’s concealer which is a different shade from mine! HAHAHA I win, Ruth! (Yes, and that is me, also without makeup)
::
::Me and Ruth before Atmosphere.::
::Power of 3 in Bukit Bintang monorail station. Sorry Min, all the pics your face was blurry.::
More pics later when I get em from Ruth and after I go around more with my trusty Minolta!
I really think God is punishing me.
Maybe it’s because even though the government says no celebration or fireworks, I ngeh ngeh still wanna go clubbing because I probably will not be coming back for New Year’s next year and hence wanted to go out this year.
And so I went to Atmosphere.
And so there my phone was stolen by a group of pukima Malay men.
KAN NI MA PUKI!!!
FUCK U TO DEATH!!! WHY MUST YOUR FIRST DEED OF THE NEW YEAR BE AN EVIL DEED WHERE U DEPRIVE AN INNOCENT 19 YEAR OLD GIRL OF HER LIFE AND DEATH CONNECTION TO THE WORLD?!
I was walking to the nearby mamak because we were all starving (and obviously there were tons of people walking about in different directions) when I felt SOME FUCKING LOSER PULL MY PHONE OUT OF MY BACK POCKET.
I turned around and said to Ruth and Min, “Somebody took my phone!”
The group of Malay fuckers standing behind me got all defensive and looked like they were ready to fight, saying things like “Apa tengok-tengok?! Mau check ar?”
Then he lifted up his shirt and pulled out his pants and I got the shock of my life.because I half thought I was in danger of getting raped, and Dinesh, Sanjay or Kin Meng wasn’t very near there to prevent me from rape.
When Ruth called my phone in the hopes that the fuckers would pick up, they did.
Ruth: “Eh kamu tahu tak kamu curi handphone orang?” (Eh do you know you stole someone’s hp?)
Robber: “Tahu.” (Ya.)
Ruth: “Kamu membakar di neraka la!” (You burn in hell la!)
Robber: “Hmm…”
Jia Min (grabbing phone from Ruth): “Harap kamu mati dihempap lori babi!” (I hope you die being squashed by a lorry full of pigs!)
Chan Kin Meng (grabbing phone from Min): “OI!” (OI!)
Robber hangs up phone in terror.
I only have time to blog now because I’m stuck having the flu at home.
The past few days have been a whirlwind of activity: countless yum cha sessions, shopping trips, meeting up with friends and eating out almost every day.
Damn bad, I think God punished me for not spending enough time with family with the flu. =(
Random facts to update:
– Ruth is staying with me at the moment…whee!!
– Jia Min got thinner..eat more la bitch!
– Of course everybody keeps saying how fat I am. Min keeps poking my stomach, Malcolm keeps playing with the fats on my upper arm, Fat Her Ooi pointed out that my calves are monstrous and the first thing Tai Yee said when she saw me was “Fatty!”
– Have resolved to go on diet and exercise regime. Let’s see how long this lasts.
– For those who are wondering, obviously I’m fine regarding earthquakes and tsunamis. All family and friends are good too=)
– Its good to be back home. Even though the weather and humidity sucks. Everything is just so familiar; I dunno how to say.
Okay, gotta go. Even though I am having the fucking flu, nothing is going to stop me from going out!
Negaraku,
tanah tumpahnya darahku,
yadda yadda
Guess who’s coming home!
Today we shall follow up with Part III: Basement Girl.
Basement Girl lives in, that’s right, as you might have guessed, IN THE BASEMENT.
She stays in a room in the basement of my dorm. Currently, she has a double room all to herself. Because her roommate couldn’t stand her and moved out. Lucky.
People who stay in double rooms and want to kick their roomie out and have it all to themselves should try the following tactics, as exemplified by Basement Girl.
– Never go to the dining halls for food, ever.
– Instead, everyday go to Blanchard and tapau fried food back to your room.
– After eating, don’t throw away your empty cardboard boxes that used to contain your fried products. Instead stack up the boxes and leave them under your bed.
– If the room starts to smell, all the better!
Other random things you can do to annoy people:
– Take off your shoes during Econs class so that the girl sitting next to you, usually Audrey, almost suffocates and dies. Haha what fun! If possible, try to make your feet sweat even more so that the next 3 people on the other side of Audrey will smell it too and stare accusingly at her.
– When you discover a cockroach running around your stack of old magaiznes which is only natural because you put your magazines next to your stash of old food boxes, scream and phone your friend, katie in a hysterical manner. Insist that she run right over NOW.
– When Katie finally arrives breathless because she ran the entire length of the campus from South Mandelle to Porter and panicking about wtf happened to you, tell her to beat up that nasty cockroach for you.
– Talk to Angela on MSN and moan about the fact that she and you seem to be the only people on campus who own Dior bags. Whine that you hate it here because nobody here seems to dress up or care about their appearance. When Angela answers that that’s not true because she and Audrey dress up, pretend not to have read her message and say, “Yeah, and the people who DO dress up don’t have good taste anyway.” (Bear in mind that you have to say this after everyone has seen you in your jeans with gold swirling pattern on it and reach your ankles, your green sweater with a picture of a ghost on it, and after you have worn a corset and shorts to Las Vegas Nite.)
I AM DONE WITH FINALS!!!
All I have left to do is one measly 8 page paper! HAH! Anyone can do that! Pshaw!
Random sentences:
1. IIII aamam vvvvery the hyypper now dunnoo whyy alsso../!#
2. I like having diarrhea because it makes my stomach flat.
3. Am on a Teresa Teng binge. Too embarrassing, must listen to her songs with headphones on, lest Beth think I’m listening to chinese opera.
4. Never trust instant ramen by the brand name of ‘Kung Fu’.
5. Am unbelievably bad at Econs. After studying, and I mean really studying hard the whole semester, I doubt I will pass it. My brain is not made for economics.
6. Am allergic to wax. Yet another item to add to the list.
7. Going home in 2 days!!!!
Calculus is shit and Japanese is love.
Since, this is an infinitely more interesting activity than studying econs, today we shall discuss Stompy. Stompy is a sophomore who stays right at the other end of my floor.
Our hall is shaped like a looong rectangle and Stomy stays at the other end.
Let me show you a floor plan.
[edit] Photobucket has exceeded its bandwidth! Means what?!
Anyway just picture a long hallway stretching from left to right. My room would be on the bottom left corner of it, while Stompy’s is on the bottom right corner. Between us are 2 rows of rooms lining the sides of the long hallway (which are insignificant in this story).
The kitchenette is right next to my room, which means in the layout that you’re hopefully picturing correctly, would be above my room. Geddit? The kitchenette is nothing but a small empty space at the end of the hall where the microwave sits.
Anyway, REASONS WHY I (ALONG WITH BETH AND DIVYA) HATE STOMPY/ REASONS WHY STOMPY IS WEIRD:
1. She talks on her cell EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. And EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, instead of staying at her end of the hallway, she must walk over to OUR end of the hallway and STOMP up and down, shaking the floor, all the while blaring into her phone.
2. Stompy is, or looks like, 6 feet tall. Dahlah badan begitu besar masih tak insaf. If she is 4 feet 9 she has all the right in the world to stomp about people’s end of the hallway. But she is fcuking 6 feet tall and when she stomps, the floor shivers and causes us all to get high blood pressure.
3. Her voice is loud and annoying.
4. When me and Divya went to tell her to stop walking around our area everynight, she said ok. A week later she was back at it again.
5. She talks about stupid things on the phone. Once I overheard her – by the way, don’t think that I want to listen to her convo, she just speaks so damn loudly that even if I plug my ears with cotton buds and do tap dance at the same time I will still hear her – saying “I can’t believe I’m the only person on my floor who owns condoms!”
Does that even make any sense to you, I ask you? She wanna say that she is the hottest one here because she is getting good and regular sex, is it? Or does she want to imply that she is the only one here who cares about not getting pregnant/STDs? Is it a damn great thing to own condoms? She had to climb trees and shave off her eyebrows to get it la now, is it? How the hell does she know noone else owns condoms? She go check people’s drawers while we’re not in ah?
6. Which brings me to number 6, Stompy’s sex life.
6(a) Stompy’s hobby is walking around her room nude. While her roommate Emily’s boyfriend is there. Emily is very distressed over this.
6(b) Stompy is currently sharing her other roommate Morgan’s boyfriend. Yes, sharing. They are having threesomes in their room, while poor Emily and her boyfriend stay on the top bunk and plug their ears with cotton buds and do tap dance.
6(c) The said shared boyfriend is a sailor. Oh, STDs abound! No wonder she’s so glad she owns condoms.
7. This is by far the worst one of all. Because it applies to ME. Once I was carrying my very large pink basket of laundry down the stairs. And there was the stupid giraffe, murmuring into the phone again, like she’s passing on national secrets. She was stretched out across a whole step, naturally her length of 6 feet took up the whole space of the stair. I stopped on the step above her and stared at her, obviously waiting for her to move how the hell am i supposed to manuever around her when i am carrying 5 kg worth of dirty clothes please tell me.
The fucking bitch just continued whispering into the phone about her condoms, not bothering to see whose miserable shadow was that over her.
I felt like throwing my dirty panties at her.
But since I was aware of the risks and suffering of getting STDs from her, I had to contend myself with calling her, “Bitch!” and stepping over her fucking 3 feet long shins.
Urgh! The more I type this the angrier I get!
Okay back to econs.
Stompy-bashing is very much welcomed.
Looking at someone’s MSN nickname worries me.
Effort paid off? What is that supposed to mean?
*ponders*
I suppose I don’t have the right to tell people what to do.
On a lighter note, clean belly buttons are the best. *dum de dum*
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