I am proud to say that I have just finished my stupid Econs paper. That’s right, at 4.07 am.
Stupid econs! Why must we write up case study for! Why should I ponder if it’s suitable to set up an internet cafe in Jamaica or not now!
Tell me, who wants to know if its profitable to set up CCs in Jamaica?
Okay, with the possible exception of Jamaicans.
I have heard something today that has confirmed my worst suspicions.
Mount Holyoke has the heaviest workload in the entire United States, second only to Yale.
NO WONDER LAH!!!
I thought its just me being a slow worker or something, or cannot get used to work after 9 months of leg shaking, but I ALWAYS have no time left after finishing all my assignments.
Now I know the cause. It is neither that I am stupid or slow or procrastinating, but because Mount Holyoke is insane.
I don’t know how those overachievers do it: those people who take 6 classes, then like to wake up at 5am in the morning for horse riding or boat rowing.
Actually come to think of it, I really don’t know how the Boat Rowing Society row either. There’s only one river around here and it ends in a waterfall.
A big one.
Maybe they row until maybe 10 metres away from the waterfall, then the Head Rower shouts through her megaphone, “OKAY LADIES, ABOUT FACE NOW!”
Then they frantically start rowing only at one side to turn the boat around before they go over the rapids.
Or maybe they just go with the flow and go over the waterfall, imagining they are at Sunway Lagoon, or to be classier, Knott’s Berry Farm.
And that’s how they get their adrenalin rush for the day.
Back to shittily heavy workload.
This makes me so-
Aiya why am I talking cock at this time of the night!
I shall go sleep now.
Oh ya, before that, I must show you my latest addiction!
(Also possibly one of the reasons I’m still awake at this time).
Look! A doll I made! It’s supposed to be me, by the way. Look alike or not? Okay lah, don’t look at the face, can? I couldn’t find eyes that had eyebags or a mouth as big as mine. So this will have to do.
But the hair quite same! (Except for that tie-tie thing at the top. No fear, I shall tie my hair like that tomorrow so me and my doll will look alike). Not to mention my penchant for star earrings, the color pink and even my skirt+pants combo! Wheee!
Angela also got hooked onto it…
::Damn shit really looks like her. Never mind, I have unique features! Plus I look taller than her, don’t I?
Tomorrow, I shall make a doll that looks like me BEFORE I cut my hair.
Went to Holyoke Mall today.
Reasons why I believe that Peter Pan (name of bus company we took) hates us:-
1. Bus was late to pick us up from Mt Holyoke.
2. Bus was late to pick us up again from Holyoke Mall. We waited for about half an hour.
3. While waiting, we sat on the benches. Three buses in a row drove up and exploded fumes in our faces. It didn’t matter where we sat. Wherever and whenever we shifted, the bus would promtply drive off, and the next bus would drive up and position itself so the exhaust vents once again faced us 90 degrees and fart carbon dioxide, carbon particles and whatnot. This must have been the equivalent of me smoking 3 packs.
4. While waiting, we discovered to our shock and horror that when the bus driver tore our tickets on the drive there, he also ripped out the ticket for the drive back. Meaning we did not have tickets to go back. (Luckily we got help from a passing stuttering bus driver who informed our bus driver of our predicament and got us on the bus).
5. Walking down the aisle of the bus, my brand-new tong sampah kept getting stuck behind/in front of me and whacked the other passengers who were obviously not too happy with me.
6. The bus driver himself possibly didn’t like me much either and showed his feelings by revving the engine and sped off before I could get to my seat. This resulted in me screaming (in my manly voice), losing my balance and toppling over into my seat. On my back.
7. I couldn’t get up for about 30 seconds because the bus was going too fast.
8. When the bus finally reached college, I went down the aisle and smacked everyone with my tong sampah again.
Oh ya, you must be asking why am I buying, of all things, a tong sampah. This is because my old one is infinitely too small and causes me to take out the trash every 2 days. Therefore it was time to buy a new one. This has worked out infinitely well, because my old tong sampah has now been converted to my new junk food container.
Things I bought today:
1. PINK loofah (to get rid of dry skin)
2. PINK winter jacket
3. PINK turtleneck sweater
4. PINK tong sampah
5. Weighing scales (on mission to gain weight esp at chest area)
6. PINK binders
SOmething tells me I am getting obsessive.
The weather here is really pissing me off.
Today was 20+ degrees.
Therefore, I was sweltering in my jacket.
2 days ago, the temperature was 0 degrees. ( I was having fun being astonished by the steam that came out of my nose when I breathed.
Eh, I wear contact lenses wrong ar? Why my vision keep blurring up wan? Wah lau its actually the steam from my breath la!
I stop dead in my tracks in interest and begin the fascinating exercise of breathing in and out of my mouth hard to watch the clouds of steam form. Realise that I am being too sua ku for words and also my fingers are feeling numb. Look around to see if anyone saw what I was doing before walking on to class.)
But I am digressing.
At this rate I’m going to fall sick anytime soon.
But! But! This is nowhere near as crappy as MINNESOTA, which is the state that Brother Ooi is applying to. 2 days ago, Minnesota had the honor to say that their temperature was NEGATIVE FIVE CELCIUS.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Before this I always checked the temperature of Alaska to comfort myself that at least Massacusetts is not that cold. Now I shall check on Minnesota instead!
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Oh ya, Doraemon!
I want a Doraemon of my own! Not like Chung Jia Min’s crappy Siau Ting Tang that sits at the corner of her bed and stares off into space, but a real life Doraemon.
Wouldn’t he look so cute tottering around the house, 4 feet tall, eating Japanese rice from bowls and kuih donat and annoying the hell out of the whole family with his high pitched voice?
His head would be 5 times the size of Brother Ooi’s when small. His bell would jingle jangle whenever he moved and if you looked carefully, you would be able to see the places where His ears were chewed off by mice. (I know my Doraemon trivia all right?)
He can supply me with buluh terbang so I don’t have to take the crappy bus again. I wouldn’t be late for class either.
But best of all………
HE WOULD BE ABLE TO SUPPLY ME WITH PINTU SUKA HATI SO I CAN GO BACK TO MALAYSIA AS MANY TIMES AS I WANT.
I want a Doraemon.
That was always my childhood dream!
More about the holy blue one tomorrow.
Got calculus exam tomorrow.
Dammit. Take for 2 years already still cannot do. Fail lah me.
I was talking to Mummy Ooi yesterday.
She asked me, “Have you been putting moisturiser on your skin or not?”
“I wanted to but I couldn’t find the body lotion! Where is it ar? How does it look like?”
“Its probably in the box la, you go and check later. It’s called Goat’s Milk or something like that, big bottle wan.”
However, intense ransacking of room failed to uncover any such moisturisers called Goat’s Milk.
A few hours later, I was taking my shower.
I picked up my body wash to pump some out. Eh remember ar, to tell Mummy not to buy any more of this brand…damn lousy wan…no lather at all and have to use a lot. Some more don’t feel really clean after showering also. Better remember to tell her what brand is this and not to buy it.
I looked at the brand name, trying to commit it to memory.
It stated very clearly on the bottle: Goat’s Milk Body Lotion.
There was a picture of a goat grazing to boot.
Oh well.
Too. Fcuking. Cold.
I woke up today and didn’t want to get out of the revered warmth of my bed.
When I finally pulled myself out and went online to check the weather, to my immense shock and horror, it was 3 degrees Celcius.
The warmest clothes can’t save me.
Now at 10.45am, it is 6 degrees.
And I have to go out in this damned weather again in 5 minutes time.
God save me.
Another good reason why I wanna come back to Malaysia. To avoid this miserable igloo place.
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Dear all,
I AM HAVING DAMN LOT OF TROUBLE WITH THIS LAYOUT.
This is pissing me off!
This layout is only suited for Blogspot so I am trying bit by bit to convert it over to Blogdrive format.
No easy task for the computer/HTML illiterate.
BUT! I shall not give up because my whole life I have been dependent on Daddy Ooi to carry me when my legs hurt or Chung Jia Min to open my can drinks for me.
And now that I’m a fullgrown woman who does her own laundry, I am determined to do something for myself. Therefore I shall persevere and continue tral-and-erroring.
Bear with this shitty layout!!
Urgent messages to Jill or Hsin shall only be made if I still fail and delete my whole site again. =)
Aud
I just finished washing my rice cooker.
And it bloody cost me an hour of my precious time.
Time that could be spent on improving my blog layout.
It takes me one hour to eat and one hour to wash my rice cooker.
I’m not cooking any more Japanese rice. (Which was quite good to be honest)
Most people never make exactly the same mistake twice.
Apparently this is not the case with Audrey Ooi.
This afternoon the hong soh spirit took me almost to Amherst for icecream with roommate Beth and neighbours Jessie and Divya. The destination was a place called Atkins’ Farm where they sold gorgeous icecream.
During Int’l Student Orientation here at MHC, we were taken there too. When they asked for my order, I confidently told them I wanted a waffle cone with a scoop of Rum Raisin and Cookies n’ Cream.
I got a waffle cone with two scoops. Did I mention it was also almost a foot tall?
Just because the waffle cone was so bloody big.
So I went again today. It was a beautiful very un-fall like day and it felt exactly like Malaysia especially when we climbed into Jessie’s sweltering car. In other words, perfect icecream weather.
When it was my turn to order, I remembered my past mistake and made sure not to ask for a waffle cone, just a regular cone would do.
Then I picked a medium cone because Kids and Small would definitely not be worth the ride here.
To my horror, this is what I got:-
::Quote from Jessie: “As big as her head.” Don’t be fooled by the smile on my face, I was really horrified::
To my dismay, people started coming up to me and asking me, “What size is THAT?! It’s HUGE!” and one little old lady kept smiling at me and saying, “Oh my god!!” about 7000 times. Which was quite creepy, really.
::Jessie enjoying her own normal-sized sundae::
Oh ya, just to tell you, I finished the whole thing.
And couldn’t eat dinner after that.
Then had diarrhea. (But I’m quite sure that had nothing to do with icecream..think it was the Myojo I had for lunch)
Yesterday I went to check my mail in the campus center.
I put my key into the mailbox.
Yanked open the door.
WAHH!!! GOT NOT ONE, BUT TWO NOTIFICATIONS FOR ME TO COLLECT PACKAGES AT THE POST OFFICE!!!!
I happily trudged off campus in the glaring sun, walked down this damn long row of shops to the post office to collect my TWO packages.
By the time I reached the post office, I was hot and sweaty and breathless.
But its ok! Because I would be getting TWO packages, one from Chung Jia Min and the other nameless.
I waited in line in eager anticipation.
When it finally got to my turn, I enthusiastically presented my notices to the man.
And waited forever.
The man came back.
“I’m sorry I think this is an error. You’ve already collected a package last week right? These are just extra notifications.”
*splinter splinter* (sound of heart breaking)
Last week, my beloved Chung Jia Min did send me a package! But its not counted because it contained my specs and retainer (which I’d forgotten) and I’m going to pay her back anyway.
Therefore, it is time to make demands of you. I want to be sent packages!!!!
Do you know how sad it is to rush to the mailboxes with your friends to check your mail only to have nothing while everyone else gets boxes and boxes of stuff?
Send anything!!! Letters, cards, pictures, Maggi, pink stuff or lala things you know I’ll like!!
This is what you should write on your package:
Audrey Ooi,
2173 Blanchard Campus Center,
Mount Holyoke College,
50 College Street,
South Hadley, MA 01075-1461
USA
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