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*