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Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Somebody is a big girl already!

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."



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with love. <3
[Tuesday, March 08, 2005 4:48 pm (aud001)]

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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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with love. <3
[Sunday, February 27, 2005 4:42 am (aud001)]

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