i feel so happy today. lessons ended early at 4, and so i can afford to come back home and slack around for a while online!! and at dear ZG's behest, ive decided to blog, though theres nothing substantial to blog about save for schwork.
that idiot was so terribly excited at the thought of having someone stalk me i wish he cld be in my shoes for just that episode. because after that fatty bom bom's squeezing, my shoes wldnt fit anymore, ok lame joke. back to last sun, it was nothing short of harrowing there and then. upon second thought, i think he would have been thrilled at the thought of having someone actually interested in stalking him. i can foresee our dear ZG beckoning the stalker over to the filthiest smelliest corner of the train interchange with that IRRESISTIBLE come-hiterto look of his; and with just a salacious licking of his lips, he would set the stalker's loins on fire...
and the same goes for shaz: yoohoo girl! how have u been? i miss ur ceaseless prattling so much! im placing u on the bloggers' pedestal by replying to ur tag here! arent you honoured? ;) c'mon, dun be shy lah, i know u cant wait to do more than just dropping of pencil boxes haha. thats so juvenile isnt it? perhaps its high time to start dropping your boxers instead. =)
ok. back to blogging proper, or rather, rubbish-accounting. lets see... what has been interesting so far? i handed e mooncakes to my prof a few wks ago and she treated me to lunch! not bad rite, e effort wasted in lunging my heavy luggage around was worth it. just 2 exotic (read: westernised flavours to suit their palates) mooncakes and i get a meal haha. of coz i offered to pay my share SEVERAL times, but well, she declined. anw she was like how suaku when i told her what mooncakes were. i hope she didnt expect to find anything moon-related inside. and how she ooh-ed and aah-ed over the box, the plastic knife that came with it, and the whole packaging. i think she needs to go over to japan, where she would be bowled over by e impressive and super-nice packaging that the jap are so renowned for. and boy would she gasp in pain/joy when she discover that toilet bowl with that water jet that shoots at where the sun doesnt shine.
ok back to topic. she brought me to this french restaurant tt looks quite posh, with gilded walls and full-length mirrors, high ceilings, and scantily-clad chubby cherubs staring out from their picture frames everywhere. ive nothing to complain about save for e price, but that isnt relevant since she paid. anyway, the moment the waiter welcomed us in and showed us the coat-hanger, i cld feel the eyes riveted on me everywhere. i dunno wassup with the goons dining there. sure, a middle-aged female caucasian walking in with a young asian boy is not a very common sight, but theres no need to care so much about it. and no need to stare so hard rite? but stared they did, from the ordering to the meal itself. and the blardy kpo couple beside us kept trying to eavesdrop. seriously ah, at times these ppl can be even more kpo than singaporeans, and that IS saying a lot.
and... theres nothing i can think about. ok just one, dun watch miami vice if u havent. my gdness, that was one lousy shitass of a film. i dozed off twice in my comfy seat watching it. tt film really CMI despite starring gong li and colin ferrell. the former really sounded gong like anything when she spoke so feebly in english. thankfully she didnt mangle up e english words as badly as my favourite zhang ziyi in tt advert when she complained that the soup was too salty. omg, tt moment was classic. it ought to be immortalized in 15 seconds of fame or smth to that effect. that zhang girl is a comedian in e making im telling you. in e event that she decides to retire from acting, she wld seriously make it big as a comedienne. just cast her in any show tt requires her to speak english and i wld crack up big time. ok lah, in all fairness she spoke quite decently in that geisha movie. and colin ferrell is just.. him. unkempt trying to pass off as cool. PUI.
oh dear, i wld have loved to continue on with my rubbish. alas, theres something even more rubbishy playing from my speakers: ZG's singing on msn. in an woeful attempt to sing soul music, he has so successfully massacred the song and my urge to blog that ive decided to go cook dinner now instead. if ive managed to sustain your interest to this very last statement, thank you and ciao!
Raunchy!!! I like!! haha :)
