Lamentations

Still on the topic of cold...

It's a little bit below freezing right now. With wind gusting to 60+kmph. Imagine this: driving your car with the windows down when it's 0*C out there. And just 2 days ago, I was running around in t-shirts and shorts. *Waaaaailsssss*

Don't you feel sad for me? Come on, lets here a little "owwwhssss..."

Thank you.

So this crazy girl went for a walk (to buy groceries) in this crazy weather and came back with crazy red ears (because she refused to wear a hat). Call her dumb, but she likes walking by herself, and nothing, not even the Crazy Oklahoma Wind, can stop her from her once a week trip to Ze Walmartz.

I'm sad.

I'm sad.

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Devestated.

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Angry, even.

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Disappointment has dropped a bomb shell on me.

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It dropped 20*C overnight!

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What happened to sun and warmth and happiness?

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Why?

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Oh the injustice.

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*Puts on a jacket and hides in a corner to cry*

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Tutor Girl

My career as a cikgu started sometime in 2007 (me thinks)...helping a certain 16 year old kid with Bio and Chem.

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Last year, I helped a 22 year old guy with Chem.

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My most recent Chemistry "student" is a 33 year old fella who is married with a kid.

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I am ROFLing my guts out.

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So you think #4 will be a 40 year old undergoing midlife crisis? Perhaps...perhaps...

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p.s. I am still ROFLing my guts out.

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Of Thermometers and Jeans

Ok. If you have a Y-chromosome in your body, stop reading now. I realise that this is probably making you curious-er to read this post, but I had to warn you right? I mean you could sue me for not warning you.

But if you want to read it anyways, be my guest.

But don't say I didn't warn you.

So today was a warm day...and I discarded my "thick winter jeans" for my "made in malaysia jeans" (which has been hibernating in my closet). And if you have never faced a pair of pants you haven't worn in over 4 months without cringing, you either have a freakish metabolism...or you are a guy.

Have you ever talked to your jeans? Well, today I did. I dared it not to fit me. And it got scared and grew a few inches bigger. Either that, or America has not been too unmerciful to my waistline. I stress the word too.

Generation 1, 2 and 3.

I gave birth to two papers this morning. What a joy it was to see them come out of the printer, brand new and pure and fragile and beautiful. They will come back to me scared with red ink...but that's another story.

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Say hi to my babies.

So boss was nice and gave me maternity leave yesterday...but today was back to work:

I snapped this pic while I was trying not to fall asleep in the audio room. Don't you have the naughty urge to randomly push buttons? I do. Did. Whatever.

Moving on...

Anyways, dad sent me pictures...so here is proof that he came last week:

Dad.
Dad and me in me room.

Okay, let me ask you SERIOUSLY. How old do I look? Or how young does dad look? Because the other day someone told me they thought dad was my brother.

Again.

Pa, you need to go and grow a middle aged man's gut. You ARE a grandpa now afterall.

Cause and Effect

You know you are in the middle of writting a few papers when you don't get enough sleep.

You know you don't get enough sleep when all you can think about is coffee.

You know all you can think about is coffee when you start drinking coffee - lotsa losta coffee.

You know you are drinking lotsa lotsa coffee when your tongue is boiled to a crisp.

You know your tongue is boiled to a crisp when it hurts.

You know you are writing a cause and effect essay when you start blogging like this.

You know you can't boil anything to a crisp right?

You know I could keep this up forever right?

You know I know that you know right?

You know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know....

...RIGHT?

Give..

Give the average american an hour...and he'll give you an essay.

Give the average cow an hour...and she'll give you a paragraph.

In conclusion, in order for the average cow to be like the average american, she should start writing one paragraph papers.

I rest my case.

I also rest my eyes. Zzzzzzzzz

It's been a year...

and...I still kinda miss her.

Whirlwind!

So dad came on Saturday 11ish...and left Monday 5ish...

In between was a whirlwind. Like seriously. I don't have pictures yet...coz it is in his DGcam...and he left in such a hurry I didn't have time to get it from him. But I'll post it up when he sends them to mua. =)

So anyways. I passed my airplane jinx to him. His flight itinerary got all messed up and he ended up leaving a day earlier. Heee. I'm contagious!!!

Check list

Check List: Things To Do Before Dad Visits

1. Clear the massive pile of books and notes and receipts and ziplock baggies and cereal crumbs from your study table.
2. Wash the massive pile of bowls and cups and spoons and bottles that have been sitting on your dresser.
3. Fold your massive pile of dirty laundry so it will look like a unmassive pile of dirty laundry.
4. Throw 4 bags of garbage and 2 inches worth of last semester's notes away.
5. Crawl on your knees and sweep all the hair off your floor with your mini 15cm broom.
6. Maketh thy neglected kiam-chai sleeping abode.
7. Oh...HIDE THE BOOZE!!!

Check, check, check, check, check, check, and CHECK!

Oh krrrrawppp...I forgot my dad reads my blog.

14 hours later...

I really don't think I should do the "leave at 8am and come back at 10pm" thing too often...

Facebook status updates...

The most important piece of plastic in MY world:

No, it's not my Credit/Debit Card...although that is pretty *tooooot* important.

It's this:
Let's get a lil black 'n white goin' shall we?How about a bit of old school eh?

So...if you read my last post, you'd know that I dropped my Student ID...somewhere...and basically, I was stranded for the weekend. Without that piece of plastic, I can't...

1) Get into my dorm. Illustrated here.

2) Go to the Cafeteria or Alvin's Cafe to eat mush. Athough I can't understand why anyone would want to do that!!!

3) Print out stuff from the computer lab.

4) Go go to the gym and not sweat.

So that's me spankin' new Student ID...and I ain't losin' that baby anytime soon.

=.=

I think I slept my weekend away...but that's no surprise...since I'm always sleeping...

Always have...

...and always will...

...forever and ever, Amen!

But I did do something non-sleep related. That is, I woke up, went to lunch, and went straight back to sleep. Seriously, I'm a pig. Wait, I'm a cow...whatever.

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So this is Scarlett. I met her on the plane (the flight that got delayed for 2 hours) last month. And yesterday, we went to consume yummy food.

Gorgeous, ginormous portions of non-cafeteria food.

Anyways, that was my last proper meal for the weekend. Coz I terhilanged (lost) my Student ID and couldn't get into the cafeteria to eat. So I've been living off oats and cereal. >.<

Ahh...the wonderful life of a college student.

TGIF

Weekend, I welcome you with wide open arms.

*drops on bed in exhaustion*

Will you marry him?

If you don't know who I'm talking about, you don't know me at all...

Let me introduce you to my life long passion:
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GETTING THIS BOY MARRIED!!!

This boy loves God so much...he'd throw away his degrees and go "full time" if/when God calls him.

This boy is so smart...I feel dumb when I stand next to him.

This boy is so gentlemanly...he won't kill me for blogging about him.

and oh...

This boy can cook.

Oven Fried Chicken with Veggies

Lentil Curry

Blackberry Cookies

Oh wait, I baked those Blackberry Cookies, not him. And they were charcoalbread men, not Blackberry Cookies.

He's funny too. See? He makes me laugh.

Correction, he makes me laugh BAD.

Interested females, please send your resume to siewpaupau@gmail.com. Interested males, run far away. I will BEAT YOU UP.

Happy Birthday David. Have a good one.

Caryn: Go forth and get married. Marriage is GOOD.

David: Hold it, hold it! First of all...*ramble ramble*

Pore pore me...

I DON'T HAVE PORES!

*HYPERVENTILATES*

*FAINTS*

*WAKES UP*

In Anatomy class, I discovered that I don't have sweat glands and therefore no pores. Fine, I discovered that I had 3 pores on my forearm per square inch as opposed to others who gave up trying to count.

I'm abnormal, I tell you. First I don't stress, now I don't sweat?

Now, if only that were true of my face. I'm 18 already. Face, you need to stop breaking out!

Acts 3:6

My claim to innocence has been lost forever. And I blame Ian Kam for introducing me to the world of lame jokes.

So here's the story:

I'm at work, and this guy is telling a joke. "Have you seen the latest pirate movie? It's rated aRrrrrrr!!!!" Fine. Not funny. But that's besides the point.

So I retort: "Have you seen the movie Constipation?"

And here's the punch line. *If you have a full bladder, please excuse yourself and go pee now.* Ok, ready?




"It hasn't come out yet."




Ian, if you ever read this, know that you have brought joy (and pain) to an office full of people in America. No one at work will ever look at me in the same way again.

I *heart*...

I *heart*...

...starry nights
...kopi ais "kao"
...long hot showers
...warm breezy days
...good hair days
...finishing a paper
...hearing my boss say "go home"
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and most recently...

...clean sheets and blankets straight out of the dryer.
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*snuggle snuggle snuggle*