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Saturday, March 05, 2005

Gakkou e Ikkou

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.



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[Saturday, March 05, 2005 3:16 am (aud001)]

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Sunday, February 27, 2005

The Bodyguard..shoop shoop

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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[Sunday, February 27, 2005 4:42 am (aud001)]

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Thursday, February 24, 2005

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

Yesterday I paid a visit to the counselor over at the Career Development Center.

I am at a loss.  Where do I go from here?  Where will I be 10 years from now?  Come to think of it, where will everybody be 10 years from now?

Everyone around me has more or less concrete ideas of what they want to do with their lives and have been sure since the start of their uni careers.

And me, I've been floating around like a jelly fish, unsure of what I want to do.  I only knew I liked hair and makeup and what sort of frivolous activity is that?

But this semester I finally settled down and thought about what I want to do.  I am most probably going to major in Asian Studies, but what the hell can you do with a major like that?  Actually, anything, according to the counselor woman, in America, that is.  She said that with a liberal arts degree, employers know you're well equipped to handle basically anything thrown your way.

But Malaysia leh?  That I dunno.  I dunno if Malaysian employers would be able to accept a liberal arts degree.  So that means I probably might not settle in Malaysia after I graduate and since I am not that eager to work in the States, the other options are Singapore, Hong Kong or Japan.

Damn difficult leh!

I told the counselor that I wanted to do fashion editorial work. 

But what use is it if I go to an Ivy League-esque school only to come out and work in fashion?  I might as well take Taylor's Mass Comm program right?  For what waste so much money to come here when I could easily get what I need in Malaysia?

But for now, short term plan:
- Go back in summer and complete internship at editorial/advertising/PR company
- During next winter break, do internship in New York (fashion capital of US!)
- September 2006 - exchange program to Kyoto (if can get la)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.  What next?!?



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[Thursday, February 24, 2005 2:13 pm (aud001)]

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