BLOGGING TIME!
Weather report:
It was fuxxing cold yesterday and Audrey Ooi nearly died, even though she was wearing a jacket and long pants. Apparently Massachusetts just hates me. Oh btw, it’s coming to autumn now I think. Some of the leaves are turning red and falling…quite nice! Cos they’re like the maple tree leaves shape and some are even PINK!!!! Oh favorite color of mine.
Surroundings report:
Like I said, the town here is exactly like Gilmore Girls type. As for the school buildings, they’re more like Hogwarts type, with ivy creeping up the walls and pires on the roof and whatnot. Its actually very beautiful…just that the campus is too fuxxing big and I need to walk ALL OVER THE PLACE. My legs are in perpetual cramping mode, also due to the fact that…
I KEEP GETTING LOST.
EVEN HOLDING A MAP.
I hate reading maps!!!! I don’t get anything…the other day, I was supposed to go to this residence hall called Ham Hall for breakfast.
I ended up crossing A LAKE (oh for god’s sake) which was at the other end of the campus already.
Oh ya, also on the first night there, I decided to be adventurous and follow my friends, this China gal called Ning and this Jap gal called Mai to see the horses cos they have stables over there. After trekking for more than 2 years, we finally arrived at the very stinky stables. There, they proceeded to stroke the horses (I only touched one cos they were so damn big and were smelly).
Suddenly! A car drove up from nowhere and A SECURITY GUARD CAME OUT, MARCHED UP TO US AND SAID IN AN ALARMING TONE, “DO YOU KNOW YOU HAVE JUST SET OFF THE ALARM?”
That’s right, we set off the alarm on our first night there. The guard thought we were horse thieves.
Academic Report:
I am taking (for now if I don’t change it) Calculus 101, Intro to Microecons 103, Japanese 120 and History 101 – which is about the Chinese Revolution and is really fcuked up because I don’t wanna learn about Mao Ze Dong (Eh Chung Oak Chew, you want?)
Social Report:
This kind of sucks. I really really miss everyone back home, and I’m quite depressed for the fact that I don’t have anyone here close enough for me to talk to about anything and swear at her and hit her or something.
I know, I know I’ve only been here a few days, but I miss Malaysia and I want someone who I can be close to.
The Americans are really scary. It’s not all ang mohs, only the Americans. The Italians, Spanish, German etc are ok but the ang mohs..just plain scary. They are like fucking loud and pushy and don’t seem to care about other people. This is especially the whites, dunno why. Like the black Americans will take an effort to talk to you, but the whites won’t unless they’re in the orientation committee or something.
My roommate Beth, is very nice.. but then she’s kinda shy I think. She’s quite quiet and seems quite kwai also. Naturally I am also kwai to the point of goddess-hood, but somehow we still can’t click THAT well. Maybe it takes time and I’m expecting too much huh?
Oh but I did meet someone who is very similar to me! Her name is Angela, from Vancouver. Similarities:
She LOVES PINK
She is obsessed with clothes and makeup
She is fuxxing pan cute
She loves taking photos of herself
::Two pan cute champions at Mt Holyoke (possibly the most pan cute in US)::
::This is at Blanchard Campus Center..its like the student center kinda place la. L-R: Mandy, Mai, Carmen, Angela, Ning. Bottom one obviously you know who right?!?::
Oh ya my hair nice or not? *ahem* Let me show it to you again.
::HAHA kidding! Btw I didn’t ask to cut like her la..I left it up to the hairdresser wan::
::There we go. Another shot of the pan cute queens.::
And since we’re at photos, these are a few shots of San Fransisco.
::Stupid 45 degree angled street (just like my teeth) that contributed to my leg cramp::
::Nice car! Dunno what is it. But Eng said it’s a Porsche::
I AM BACK!!!!
Reporting to you live from Mount Holyoke, which btw looks exactly like Stars Hollow in Gimore Girls, with white picket fences, sun porches with rocking chairs to sunbathe on, red brick buildings and people who say “How are you” everytime they see you even though they don’t know you.
Ah feck it, I am going to use Malaysian english now.
Wah lau damn beh tahan everyday got to speak perfect English la!!! Eesh…all these people..even the Asians speak with stupid ang moh slang…cos most of them went to international school wan.
Oh ya one more thing I can say here that I can’t in real life:
FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Ahh this feels so good.
Nobody ever swears here. As opposed to Min who swears every 0.124 seconds.
Oh ya, the superb Audrey forgot to bring….. HER RETAINER AND SPECTACLES.
Fuck la! Cannot see anything without contacts and my teeth are coming out again!!!
Changi airport now, ahem ahem.
They’ve got free net here. So obviously I’m making full use of it.
That was the the hardest thing I ever had to do.
To just walk away from all my friends and family and everything I have in Malaysia, through the gates and onto the escalator.
My dear dear friends who sent me off…thank you so much!
It made me realise how valuable my life in Malaysia is. I never expected so many people there. Love ya all truly… I never knew how many good friends I’ve made who are willing to travel all the way to stupid KLIA just to see someone off.
This is gonna be a whole new life for me…even though it means leaving behind my old loved one.
I perpetually had tears in my eyes..from the gates…to the immigration… to the waiting lounge…in the plane. When I called my brother in the plane and told him to take care, my voice cracked again.
Shit.
Also, thank you to the dear person who provided me with transport and laughter to KLIA… even though you got not enough money in your Touch and Go! And also for your nice present *ahem*
Shit, legs damn tired now, this free net service does NOT have free chairs, to make people not use the computers for so long. Dammit.
The next time I blog, it will be in Mt Holyoke. 0_o
Last night here in my bed in my room in Malaysia.
It’s been a stressful past few days, with me trying to get out of the house to spend as much time with my friends as possible and Mummy Ooi, Daddy Ooi and Grandma Ooi ready to kill me because I haven’t finished packing.
For example, I came back from Midvalley on Friday night to Mummy Ooi scolding and insisting that I WASH MY PINK SLIPPERS RIGHT NOW so I can bring them over there.
So at 12 midnight, there I was squatting in the wet area, with my jeans rolled up and watch removed, scrubbing away with a brown brush (the type that Daddy Ooi used to torture me with) at my shoes.
Other random incidents:
I panicked last night because I weighed my suitcase and it was 60kg.
die la die la how now? weight limit per suitcase only 32kg..this one twice the limit already…bloody shite la…wat to do?!?!
SO today Jia Min came over and we started shifting stuff to other bags in a desperate attempt to make my suitcases lighter. After dunno how long, we weighed it again..and found out the weight had reduced to only 42 kg.
Then Jia MIn the Genius suddenly said, “Eh, Audrey, I think you’ve been looking at the pound scale all this while.”
OH!!!! It’s actually 42 pounds..which is actually about 20 kg only!
Silly Ooi Family.
So many things I’ll miss about Malaysia.
More importantly, so many people I’ll miss.
My best friends, Jia Min, Ruth, Hsin, Vina, my family..Mummy and Daddy Ooi, Brother Ooi, Grandma Ooi…
Okay I shall not blog about this now. Getting too emo for my own good.
Take care everyone…
There are some people who you just think is your good friend and then he turns around and treats you like shit.
I asked a certain person to do me a favour and fetch me to KLIA tomorrow. He said see first.
Then the other day, he called me. I asked him if its ok to fetch me.
His answer: “The matter now is not whether I can, its that I don’t want to. Cos noone else is going to send you off la”
Fuck you. You know who you are.
I cannot believe how good I was to you and how u repaid me.
You think we just know each other last week ar? Fuck you la, how long have we been close already? And you don’t even have the spine to stand up yourself to come n send me off. You need Dinesh and Kah Leong to stand by your side and support you issit? If not you will die issit?
I don’t mind if you cannot fetch me, it’s not your responsibility. But your reason for not wanting to go is fucking stupid and useless.
You don’t deserve how well I treated you. I listened to all your problems and was always there whenever you call me, for your stupid exgf problems. Everytime we fight because you hurt or unsulted me, I forgave you without you even having to say sorry.
Because I thought despite your mouth and your ego, deep down you’re a good person and friend.
Fuck you, how wrong I am.
If that’s not bad enough, he didn’t even get it that I was upset with him and told me to “Fuck off to America lah.”
You’ve lost a true friend. I never backstabbed you and even stood up for you when others kutuked you. Too bad la you are just too fucking stupid to see what really goes on.
You think this is not serious, you are only joking etc. This is not a joke to me.
You have let me down countless times…so many times I asked help from you and you let me down. But you always fulfil your promises to others and never let them down.
I told you many times before that your best quality is that your loyal to your friends.
Unfortunately you’re nothing like that to me. Not to say only letting me down, you don’t even respect me the way you respect and treat your other friends. I don’t know why I myself am so stupid, you die die treat others so good but are extra bad to me, insult me all I don’t mind, but there is a limit to what a person can take ok.
You think you’re the only one with feelings? You never consider other’s emotions and moods, only think yours is the only one that matters.
I don’t know what you can do to improve things. Maybe nothing. I don’t know if what you told me was a trick, that you’re actually coming to the airport, it doesn’t matter. WHat mattered was that I needed help from you and you can’t even deliver it. I didn’t ask for a surprise from you, I asked for a ride.
I’m tired of being your friend.
Went to, of all places, Muzium Negara.
It was decided by the powers that be that it is time for an educational trip down Memory Lane to relieve our childhoods. And since the Sunway Petting Zoo fcuking costs RM22 just to look at mangy animals with body parts falling off (quote from Kah Heng), while Muzium Negara just costs a paltry RM2 (11 times less!), its’s obvious which one we chose.
Kesimpulan of the day:
1. Mannequins are really scary, especially during the 7th month where we kept thinking they were going to come alive and after us.
2. Crystals are very boring.
3. There is such a fish called ikan kelisa, in English it’s called Bonytongue fish. Not joking.
4. For lifelike experience of rollercoaster, just sit in Hsin’s car with me and Min.
As if not having transport to the airport is not bad enough, another problem crops up.
My bag cannot close, even though I am bringing approximately 4 or 6 luggage pieces (to be checked in).
I don’t dare to sit on my bag, in case it breaks. The plastic looks quite flimsy all of a sudden.
Arghh! I cannot decide which item of clothing I should take out to make more space. I need all of them, can?!?
How can anyone play play with 9 months of life? Who can tell that tomorrow morning I might be in the mood for my lime green Tshirt (which I have not worn in months, but that’s not the point here) or my army pants?
!~!!!!!!!
I didn’t pack my army pants! Should !? Shouldn’t I?
Not to mention the 1001 other things that are weighing down my luggage, thanks to Mummy Ooi who is terrified that I might one day wake up in the middle of the night with a terrible need to move my bowels, find the toilet occupied and thus am in need of a potty.
NOTE: SHE DID NOT MAKE ME BRING A POTTY. I am just giving an example lah!
List of unusual things I have to bring:
Sia Ma eeuk hoon (the powder for gastric, indigestion, nausea, wind, higher sex drive etc)
Shower cap
Empty bottle to put soap
Ang Kong Hu
Chopsticks
Bowl
Leggings (Unusual to you but I like them ok Ruth and Jia Min!!)
Mini rice cooker
OMG I am so damn Cina!!!!
Quote from Hsin: “It could only happen to Audrey”.
On Monday, I followed Min to Monash. She was panicking cos we were a bit late so she drove quite fast.
I was *ahem* using a tissue to clear my nose. I have sinus problems all right?!
Jia Min drove fast over a pothole.
The car bumped.
The bump caused my finger to tear through the tissue and jab me with the nail in the deepest part of the nostril.
I thought I would black out from the pain. Also, eyes filled with tears.
Later when I blew my nose again, a piece of tissue flew out, the part of it that was torn by my finger.
I proclaim this Accident of the Year.
Another “It could only happen to Audrey” incident occured today, when Mummy Ooi announced to me that…….
THERE IS NO SPACE FOR ME IN THE CAR WHEN WE GO TO KLIA FOR ME TO FLY TO THE STATES.
I cannot believe it.
I am the one who’s leaving to study, and there is no place in the car for me.
Mummy Ooi told me to find my own transport there. Shit.
Quote from Hsin: “It could only happen to Audrey.”
Thank you so much to everyone who posted comments on my post a few days ago.
Kah Heng: Thank you for the poem! I know you meant you meant every non-sarcastic word:P
Ruth: Don’t cry dear, I will definitely still kacau you online for hours all the way over there! Plus calling charges from US to Aus is cheaper! Love ya lots!
Syaz: Thank you! Miss you too..
Jill: Hehe thanks for that! I really need it:P
Meldee: *hands over tissue* Don’t cry!
Min: I don’t know what I’m going to do without my siamese twin. Please please come and visit when you can! Love ya so much!
Ellie: Thank you! Yeah, we don’t know each other that well so I am touched! And thanks for the wish about fantastic skin:P
Jean: Sorry I couldn’t stop just now! Hehe nice to see you after 2 years. Thanks ya! I’ll be coming back next June, btw.
Hsin: Don’t! Hehe, Hsin, speechless? First time lah! Love ya!!
Vinu: Thank you! Are you calling me before I leave?:D
Sush: When are you leaving? All the best to you when you do! Erm..as for Barry, I only said it in theory, I don’t think my eyes could take anymore of that!:P
lovekisshugetcetc!!!
Once again, I am unique.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for obsession with self again…because I have chopped off my long, not-so-lovely, curly locks.
It’s yet another hair revamp. I never get tired of it. Come to think of it, I never get tired of anything that makes me look pretty, hee hee.
Anyway, it is high time I make a move… because half of the KL population with XX chromosomes has decided it is infinitely cool to perm their hair AND cut their fringe.
Thus, looking like me.
So, cannot!
That’s why I decided to have it chopped off, by none other than John Tang of the Skunk Hair.
Once again, he has done a brilliant job on my tresses, and can I say that I would pray to him with joss sticks and flowers if it’s possible but that would be like asking him to go die faster.
Which I do not want to happen!
So now I have cute new hair.
And, and!
This is something I am DAMN proud of.
I walked out of Kimarie only RM175 poorer! This is the first time I’ve gone there and spent less than RM300. Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve resisted their saccharine offers of dying my hair, highlighting my hair, perming my hair, treatment etc.
Come to think of it, I’ve used the phrase “Come to think of it” twice already in this post. Sorry, thrice.
But I digress.
Let me tell you, that the last time I went to do my hair at Kimarie’s with Ruth and Min, I kena conned into getting highlights.
#1 Highlights fcuking cost a lot more than whole head dyeing with a lot less product used.
#2 I don’t even LIKE highlights! I have never liked highlights, especially blond ones on black hair because how the fcuk can that look natural and attractive.
This is a testimony to how good these Kimarie-ans are. Psychology courses put to good use.
Anyway.
“So you color already, do you want highlights?”
“Erm..how much ar?”
(consults with colleague) “Now color is RM125, if you want to highlight, after discount, highlight is only add on RM104”
Fuck lah, this is tempting. “NO, THANK YOU.” (uttered with perfect confidence and nary a tremble in the voice)
“What about treatment?”
(makes a big show out of patting hair to check texture) “NO, THANK YOU.”
It was with much pride and a heavier than usual wallet, that I walked out after settling my bill for ONLY CUT AND DYE, NO OTHER!
Dear God,
Please let me fit in with an all girls’ school. Please let the people be nice there.
Please let me me be able to understand what the fuck they’re saying and vice versa.
Please let me be able to withstand the weather. Please let the moisturisers, eye gel and whatnot be able to battle wind and snow and maintain my *ahem* glowing, youthful complexion.
Please let me get fairer there!
Please let me not get fat! Please let me grow taller, if it’s possible (Mr Summer Fling said it was!) Please let me get rosy chicks, shining eyes and look like an English rose.
Please let me be able to find clothes there. And not kids’ clothes at that! Let me find good DKNY, Guess AND Von Dutch in the right sizes and please let it be cheap so at least I can look good in year-round winter clothing.
Please let me be able to cope with uni workload.
Please don’t let me change. Please let me retain my sense of humour and please let me, when I come back to Malaysia, still click with my friends.
Please don’t let me lose touch with them. Pleas don’t let them forget me!
Please let me not turn into a bitch.
Please let me have friends! Please let me have a cute Harvard boyfriend. Kidding la! I’m not so much really into ang mohs.
Please don’t let me be homesick, unable to function and get out of bed and die due to bedsores.
Please let me find more nice knee-length boots.
Please don’t let me take any more hepatitis shots.
Please let my luggage not be overweight. 😛
Please let me not miss foosball, yum cha, soba and my idiot friends too much to function. (See 3 prayers above)
Please DON’T let me pick up the phone, hear Mummy Ooi’s voice and burst out sobbing.
Please don’t let me drift away from Daddy, Mummy and Brother Ooi. Please let Brother Ooi still feel comfortable enough to walk around in his undies with me around.
Please don’t let me cry at the airport.
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