Summer 09

Since I have 15 minutes before I run along to wash my face and blast my teeth before I run along to find some H2O to consume before I run along to Gate B5 to wait and be bored, before I run along to catch my connection to Hong Kong, I shall blog again.

I'm sorry, I have a 8 hour lay over in Singapore. I have like 2 things to do. Blog, drink coffee, and blog again.

But yes, summer holidays. People are forever asking me what on earth I did for 3 months. So here's the answer:

1. Sleep. My favourite past time.
2. Hang out with family.
3. Catch up with friends, friends and more friends.
4. Watch mum cook. I shall be setting my kitchen on fire very soon.
5. Bake bread, get disappointed, bake more bread, get disappointed again. =)
6. Be siewpau something like 7 weeks in a row. Like seriously, I don't get what's so funny about siewpau.
7. Do mum & dad's powerpoints.
   
8. Teach mum and dad how to use their phones/gadgets.
9. Fix the sound on the family computer.
   
10. Volunteer at NASAM.
11. Learn to drive properly. Alone. Not get my license, mind you.
12. Fall sick. I'm only allowed to fall sick while I'm in Malaysia. Grab the chance, germs.
    
13. Read the books dad selected for me. Didn't happen, btw. =D
14. Go church camp and be useful. Sorta.
    
15. Go SS Mid Year Review and be useful. Sorta.
    
16. Shop like a girl. Try to, at least.
    
17. Reunite with the guitar-hubby.

I shall add to the list if I can think of anything else. But for now, I shall run along to wash my face and blast my teeth before I run along to find some H2O to consume before I run along to Gate B5 to wait and be bored, before I run along to catch my connection to Hong Kong. See you there!

Again.

Changi airport's wifi is awesome. Like seriously, I'm in love.

So I left the house on Friday, 14th August at 6pm. Will arrive in Oklahoma on Sunday, 17th August at 7am (Malaysian time) or Saturday, 16th August at 8pm (American time). That's if United Airlines doesn't screw up my flight itinerary again.

But if they do, its OK. I'll just turn nasty and demand that they promote me to first class.

Yeah right, like that will ever happen. The nasty bit, not the first class bit. =)

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So it will be another 35 hours before I get another bath. I feel all nasty already. But this time, I won't be going back to a dark, nasty, stinky dorm toilet. This time, the toilet wouldn't have been left vacant all summer. And this time, I won't be greeted with brown, rusty water from the faucet. I hope. Coz if it does, I'll just curl up in a ball and die.

Not that I died last time. But I do hope for a better toilet, now that I've moved to the apartments. Which brings me to my next point...

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I got a place in the apartments this coming school year. Which means I get my own room, share a bathroom with 1 instead of 4 girls, and avoid eating in the cafeteria. But it also means I'll be starting over with getting to know my apartment mates. Again.

Not that that is a bad thing. Just that it would be nice to know that the people you live with don't think you are a psycho and vice-versa.

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On 14 Aug 2008, exactly one year ago, I was freaking out about leaving. This year I ran out of freaks to freak out. I'll miss home so, so much. But I know the same God who saw me through the last year will see me through another.

Leaving on a jet plane again...

Leaving tonight, 9.45pm. Will blog from singapore again.

Lame-O Potato

I am gonna make a lame analogy. But its 2:30 am, I'm dead tired, and I still can't sleep. So as I said, I am gonna make a lame analogy.

There's this route that I always take to come back home. And every time I take the car out, I have no clue where I am until I hit that lane. The moment I signal, turn left and accelerate up that road, I know I'm home.

I also know I won't be spending the next 2 hours driving in circles, trying to read a map upside down and getting horned by people. Not like I've done that before.

Sue me, I've only been really driving for 2 months.

The point is, these 3 months has been like driving up that road. Everything's familiar. Everything is safe. And I know exactly where I am.

I'm being sentimental, yes. Lame, yes. But really, its 3 am now, and I still can't sleep.

Poor Bald Cow

On May 11th, 2009, I wandered around KL Central with a HUGE 29" bag, phoneless, trying to find my mama and papa, had my first paper tosai in 9 months, bathed in my own (sweet!) bathroom, peeled taugeh, and ate homemade popiah. I also got my hair cut.

Fast forward 3 months and I found myself back in Mid Valley - in the butcher's chair - getting my hair cut. AGAIN. Apparently, there are no hair-butchers in America. Apparently I have to fly 10,000 miles to chop off the black stuff that sprout-eth from my head. Apparently I digress.

So the unruly mop got mowed today. Do I like it? No. Remind me never to shave my mane so short again. But more than that, this is a reminder that my holiday is over. Time to go back. I'll be more than fine once I get there. But for now, why can't my rich old man come and marry me so I don't have to go back to school?

*goofy grin*

Bovine Flu

Just in case someone forgot what bovine means:


It sounds so much better than 'cow flu', or 'cattle flu', or 'ox flu' doesn't it? 'Buffalo flu', on the other hand, shows some promise, but 'bovine flu' beats all for that smooth, intellectual feel.

Whatever, I'm talking crap. But let me clarify something, (before people start getting the wrong idea). Bovine flu doesn't exist. I just made that up because I fell sick. And let me clarify something else. I don't have swine flu. I'm just a sick cow.

It started sometime during bbq night last friday, and didn't get all that bad until saturday afternoon: after I cooked scrambled eggs for breakfast, deposited aunty jo with uncle cal, and taught a last minute guitar class. After 20 minutes, the real, legit teacher came and I scooted back to my bed and slept for 6 hours like a dead man.

I figure I caught the bug from one of the strokee patients. Must have been during one of the "how many grandchildren do you have?" conversations.

Anyways, this sick cow is feeling much better now. She's still coughing so that her little brain jiggles in its skull-case, giving her some massive headaches. But on the whole, everything is A-OK.

I think my body is realizing that this is the last time I'm letting it fall sick in a long long time. Getting ill in America is SO NOT an option!

1/100th of a century later...

I've been blogging for a year now. When I started, I was convinced "siewcowpau.blogspot.com" would surely die a lonely and horrible death. Well it didn't. Hasn't.

People say my blog is funny, or entertaining or whatever. And in a sense, that is true. I don't blog about dark, moody & depressing stuff. If you want that, go visit the bladdah's blog. It will surely make you depressed. But it is good for your soul. In a depressing way.

Anyways, my point is this. All you see on this blog isn't everything. I can't bring myself to bare my poor naked soul to the world wide web. It's too...naked. *squirms* Its not like I'm trying to hide stuff. I just rather find the light side of a dark situation. Take Mr. Creep for example. Short, round and bald Mr. Creep was SO NOT FUNNY. But after 2 weeks of getting creeped out, I began to find things to laugh at. If you look hard enough, you'll always find something to laugh at. Sue me, I like laughing. I like making people laugh.

So here's to 1/100th of a century of blogging about my life. Or part of it, at least.