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I will blog about the Last (official) Austin Class Trip. I WILL. When I am done with the goddamn SAT2 and when I am done packing all my stuff and when I am done moving home. As you can tell, I am in a thorny, fuck-dammit-goddamn-all mood right now and I will probably delete this freakin post when I feel better. I feel so thorny, I feel like a hedgehog. Pufferfish. Spiny Devil, or whatever you call that fugly lizard that lives in hot deserts (edit: it's Thorny Devil). So there. I will not blog right now because I won't be able to do it justice. So please bear with me. Sorry for the delay, Louisa. Fuck SAT2. I'm gonna screw up so bad tomorrow. And Suiying's 'screw up' is very serious screw up. She is a proffessional screw-upper. Damn, i can never spell professional right the first time. Ah. Fuck it all. If there is anyone who can get below 100 for Math2 without trying, it is I. I will screw up so bad tomorrow, everyone is going to avoid me forever because they will think i'm a freakin pembawa sial. See, this is how Suiying writes when she freewrites. plenty of profanities. Damn SAT2. Damn Math. Damn cold soup. Damn heat. Damn housemates. Damn toilet light. Damn everything.

risking my life

Shahril aka Bugger would understand this post :) For the rest of you, it's okay to have a little mystery in your lives :)

Suiying, you still using that Toefl CD later? I'm going to need it.

No prob. Tell me when you need it, kay?

But it's okay if you want to use it. I can borrow _____'s

NO! NO! I'll burn the CD! I'll burn! Don't borrow hers!

Wow. Overreaction. You're really terrified of her, huh?

What? It's creepy ohkay!

I can just go over to her place and get it.

But she will insist on coming over. It's ok, it's ok. I'll burn the CD.

LOL! Sheesh! It's just a comment!

*grabs an empty CD-R*

*proceeds to burn disc*

*hands the Longman CD to Amy*

***

You're blogging this? She reads your blog you know.

!!

And she thinks you're funny *grin*

!!! 

Ah. Who cares. It's my blog. Why should I care?

*grin*

*having second thoughts*

*publishes*

I shall not be responsible for what happens :)

Doing this is like suicide, isn't it?

my foot. literally.

I insist on complaining even though I know it's trivial. So there.

By some miraculous contrivance of Force, Angle and A-Million-To-One-Chance, I have managed to bang the top of my foot really really hard on my locker door.

Really really hard.

For once in my life, when I yell "MY FOOT!" I honestly literally am referring to that part of my anatomy. Of course, I didn't mean "Fuck my foot!" - it's more like "Fuck! My foot!". Suddenly, punctuation is very important.

Such excessive force on my foot has managed to compress my blood vessels to the extent that they have ruptured. They are now behaving like leaking pipes - gushing out liquid like no one's business. My epithelial cells, on the other hand, are pretty much unscathed, (looks like Shea Yuin's observation of my having 'thick skin' holds true! :P) so for now, I have a lovely purplish-blue flower blossoming on my right foot.

I would have been pleased with my new tattoo if it didn't hurt that much. Now, when I walk, it feels like someone had blardy planted a blardy mine underneath my blardy right foot.

*step*KAPOWW!*step*BOOM!*step*BAMM!*

Indeed, I am having fun complaining. It's so therapeutic, no?

I shall try my best to sleep the pain away :D

quadrilateral complications

"Suiying, you want some sauce?"

Very innocent question, right? Just helping out a friend right?

NOOO....

It is the beginning of my involvement with that Bugger-Krystal-Beatrice love triangle. Now, it's a quadrilateral. Wah lau. Just because Bugger asked me before he asked Beatrice!

So now I am trying my best to evade the death rays his fanatical girlfriend is trying to fry me with. Phew! Good thing she has terrible aim! And I can use Bugger as a shield :)

Everytime I talk to Bugger, I look around furtively in case Beatrice is lurking around somewhere below and tries to garrote me. Heck, she once bribed me into not talking to Bugger! I shall not reveal the terms and conditions *grin* But then, she withdrew her offer, so now I am free to talk to Bugger. Damn :D

Hell, today I was just heading out to an empty spot in front of the library to sit and to mind my own business. Mana lah tahu, suddenly this feral animal took the form of a Beatrice and growled at me: a clear primitive signal of BACK OFF! I looked behind her. Ah. No wonder. She's guarding me from Bugger. 

Haih...

Beatrice, no need to expend energy for growling + baring teeth. Just point out the fact that Bugger is there and I will obligingly fade into the background and leave him to your mercy, I mean, leave him to your love ;)

What I would give to go back to the time when all I had was Ronnie :D

i need a hug

a rushed post

I know I know... It's about time I updated :) my wireless connection in Akasia decided to go on vacation last week. Hence, the long hiatus.

Anyway, thank you Austinians for such a great time at Steaming Flameboat! You people are absolutively the best party-people / camwhores / cake victims ever! Cheers! Let's do it again! For my other dear readers, you can get more biased news and scandalous photos at Weijie's, Arif's, Charis's and Bugger's. They did really great jobs spinning stories and telling tales :D

Sorry for such a disappointing post. I'm currently very busy trying to hold 4 relationships at the same time, fend off 3 vengeful rivals, and wriggle out of a deadly pentagon. Confused? Bugger can explain.

I'll make up for this later, kay?

like a rubber duck out of water

*dramatic sigh*

You can never tell what you can / will do

Guess what I did today?

I walked into a clothing store

Browsed

And bought:

A white blouse designed to draw attention to the bust

A red skirt with twirly beads at the hem

A pink C-cup bra

And

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.

.

I tried them on.

Oh. My. God.

I swear, that excruciating image has been branded straight to my cerebellum.

suiying in a skirt! My God! Incomprehensible!

Nevertheless, I survived the sight. But only because I'm dying to see KayJay in them.

:D

:D :D

:D :D :D

KayJay is SO dead. I must get my satisfaction. After all that I've been through.

*dramatic sigh*

pointless ramblings

Don't you just love white spaces?

i felt depressed today

So pure

i wanted to hug somebody and cry

So untainted

then i realised

So empty 

no one would understand

no one noticed

So much space

and so i took solace

for the colours

in thunder and lightning

of imagination

and in a vivid daydream

of oil-slicked rain

There is a reason

no one will ever notice

why this blog is white

There is a reason for everything

If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing

This actually began in an MSN conversation with KJ. Anyway,

Anyone who wants to have a go at my hair, you can!

Anytime. Anywhere.

I'll provide the scissors and you just do whatever you want to do.

I'm serious!

I can't look any worse already, so come and have a go!

Really!

This sounds a bit desperate, doesn't it?

***

Amy read this and guess what she said?

"Finagle's Fourth Law states that 'Once a job is fooled up, anything done to improve it will only make it worse' *smile*"

Who's the nasty roommate now, huh?

*points surreptiously at Amy*

***

Oh, and let me introduce you to the most ARGH-worthy game I have ever played. It is so ARGH because it is so fun and yet it makes you want to strangle that Splapp-Me-Do guy who made it. And it is so bloody addictive.

Play The Impossible Quiz

If anyone can get to #3 without dying, lunch on me.

No googling / walkthroughs / references

Just pure twisted logic

*evil grin*

so over you

Leave?  But why?

I have to.

What? You're not making any sense!

Stop shouting. It's over. We're over.

No, we're not! We have everything we could wish for! We're happy!

Not anymore.

We can fix this! We can work this out! Together!

No we can't. Not anymore.

Why are you doing this to me? Why are you leaving me? After all that we've been through?

I'm sorry. I have no choice.

Is it the neighbours? Is it your friends?

No.

Is it the stares? The whispers?

No.

Then why are you leaving me?

I have to.

Is it me?

No, it's not you.

What did I do wrong? What did I ever do wrong?

You are NOT the problem.

I'm ALWAYS the problem.

No, this time it's not you.

Then what is the problem?

I'm the problem.

What?

I'm

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straight...

Sorry guys, but the photo was just too good to be true! *hunkers behind a bunker*

inane conversations

While I was googling LGBT issues for Awareness Campaign,

Amy (my now-famous long-suffering roommate)

: Do you support gay marriage and all that stuff?

Me : Oh yeah.

Amy : Why?

Me : Well, everyone's free to choose who to marry.

Amy : ...

Me : And besides, less competition.

Amy : *choke*

I don't know why, but she seems to choke a lot around me...

:D

Can someone please tell me why she choked?

accidental snipping

Me: Aunty, I need a trim.

Aunty: OK OK sit here ah...

*5 minutes later*

*cellphone rings*

Aunty: Hello? Ha?! Eksiden?!! *insert incomprehensible Chinese expletives*

*snipping of hair*

*increased aggression when snipping hair*

*concerned / expletive Chinese* (one can never tell)

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Gosh. I mean, what are the odds, right? That in the 5 minutes it takes to cut my hair, some bloody bugger calls that particular bloody Aunty to tell her that some bloody accident has happened.

It's amazing how much one can do in 5 minutes. That Aunty can clamp her cellphone between her shoulder and her ear and bloody holler for 5 minutes. AND she can do it while cutting hair! Wow! Multi-tasking!

Not that I'm particularly particular of my looks, but this is like a recipe for disaster.

1. She is emotionally disturbed - and you don't want to go near an emotionally disturbed woman with a sharp pair of scissors

2. Her head is angled 45° - so my hair is either going to look good when people look at me at 45°, or not look good at all

3. Her right arm is awkwardly angled - and thus unable to perform

4. Her imagination is tainted - by images of gory flesh (and bits of hair) spattered on the road

Guess what I look like now?

*in the words of my dear roommate*

My God! Suiying! You look like a twelve-year-old! So cute!!

*black hole opens*

Somebody Save Me