Xiu showed me this:
LOL!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Bake the WHA?!
After lesson, bought Kambing Soup for Dad while I waited for him to pick me up. (Kambing Soup is mutton soup, indian style.) As we were entering the house Dad turned to me and mumbled (he was very tired), "Later bake the rat."
Me: WHAT?!
Dad: Bake the raaaaattt....
Me: Whaaaattt???!?!?!?!??!
Dad: The rat the rat, bake the rat.
Me:.... you mean bread.
Dad: Ya la, I said bread what.
Me: No, it sounded like rat.
Dad: No ah, I said bread.
Me: No, bread is brrrrrrrrrrr-ead.
BRRRRR!
Me: WHAT?!
Dad: Bake the raaaaattt....
Me: Whaaaattt???!?!?!?!??!
Dad: The rat the rat, bake the rat.
Me:.... you mean bread.
Dad: Ya la, I said bread what.
Me: No, it sounded like rat.
Dad: No ah, I said bread.
Me: No, bread is brrrrrrrrrrr-ead.
BRRRRR!
Monday, July 27, 2009
.........
Why did I even bother?
Fuck it.
(Yes, please pardon this slip of vulgarity. Pissed is understatement right now.)
Fuck it.
(Yes, please pardon this slip of vulgarity. Pissed is understatement right now.)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Nana
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Enough?
Been playing with the idea for some time, but decided to be a better person, let live and forget. But I think my threshold of tolerance has been crossed far too many times.
Enough.
I'm sick of people using me as an excuse.
Enough.
I'm sick of people using me as an excuse.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Mas's prezzie
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Whhhhaaaa????
Sis must have a in-built sensor or something. Half of the time she calls, either I am asleep or half-asleep. This morning, I was sleeping in because I spent half the night trying to get the mucus out of my lungs, (without much success I should add), when she called. This is the conversation, or what I remember of it. (Sis, this is seriously what I remember. Please double check. LOL)
Me: Hello....
Sis: Eh, you sleeping ah?
Me: No. Why?
Sis: Eh, I ask you ah, you Sunday free or not?
Me: Uh... yeah. Why?
Sis: You never teach meh?
Me: Uh... one, afternoon, why?
Sis: Orh, one student only har?
Me: Yeah, why?
Sis: No la, thought you free can help me look after Zelene mah, cos Jessica sick but my Dad say he can look after her but, you know la, my mom house la...."
Me: Huuuuuuhhh????? What you saying? I don't understand.
I can't remember the rest of the convo. I found it funny (when I remembered it later) because I remembered asking why after every sentence. Yeah, I get taken over by Gin Z when I am sleeping. I am not myself~
Me: Hello....
Sis: Eh, you sleeping ah?
Me: No. Why?
Sis: Eh, I ask you ah, you Sunday free or not?
Me: Uh... yeah. Why?
Sis: You never teach meh?
Me: Uh... one, afternoon, why?
Sis: Orh, one student only har?
Me: Yeah, why?
Sis: No la, thought you free can help me look after Zelene mah, cos Jessica sick but my Dad say he can look after her but, you know la, my mom house la...."
Me: Huuuuuuhhh????? What you saying? I don't understand.
I can't remember the rest of the convo. I found it funny (when I remembered it later) because I remembered asking why after every sentence. Yeah, I get taken over by Gin Z when I am sleeping. I am not myself~
Monday, July 20, 2009
Gotta let it run its course
Still mucus-y and cough-y when I woke up. Decided teaching in a music studio with only the gap under the door for ventilation not the best idea if I don't want my students to catch my bug so went to see the doc.
She said it's a normal virus so I'll just have to wait til it has run its course. Gave me an MC for the next two days.
Bahhh.....
Darned bug has cost me $130 dollars so far.
The price I pay for not taking care of my immune system.
I suppose it is a good time to start project LR with all these time on my hands.
Bahhhh....
She said it's a normal virus so I'll just have to wait til it has run its course. Gave me an MC for the next two days.
Bahhh.....
Darned bug has cost me $130 dollars so far.
The price I pay for not taking care of my immune system.
I suppose it is a good time to start project LR with all these time on my hands.
Bahhhh....
Toys and oxymoron
1.50am and I am still fiddling around this new commie. Can't stop using it, prolly the intermittent geek in me is warpedly fascinated. The phlegm rattling about in my lungs is not helping me fall asleep either. Well, better mucus than fever.
I wonder if opening hotmail using safari qualifies as an oxymoron?
And laptop should really be renamed as bedtop.
I wonder if opening hotmail using safari qualifies as an oxymoron?
And laptop should really be renamed as bedtop.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Too many! Too many!!
Been trying to set up Mail in my Macbook Pro, turns out they don't accept hotmail, and yahoo will charge me if I use Mail to access it. (Yahoo mail plus or summat.)
So I had to make a new account.
Gmail.
That makes a grand total of 3 email accounts. Whee.....
I have the memory space of a pea....
Mom said something fairly amusing today.
I was watching my Bro trying valiantly and pathetically failing to enter his DotA domain when Mom waltzes after checking I wasn't in my room.
"Eh, your laptop can download and play that game or not?"
"Huh? The ball game?"
"Ya ya. That shoot shoot ball one."
"Why leh?"
"No la, thought maybe your one easier to use."
My bro and me looked at each other in disbelief. Yeah. Mom and Dad are addicted to Zuma but my bro's com's the only one that has the full version. Mebbe I should download it on my crappy lenovo lappie and let them play.
So I had to make a new account.
Gmail.
That makes a grand total of 3 email accounts. Whee.....
I have the memory space of a pea....
Mom said something fairly amusing today.
I was watching my Bro trying valiantly and pathetically failing to enter his DotA domain when Mom waltzes after checking I wasn't in my room.
"Eh, your laptop can download and play that game or not?"
"Huh? The ball game?"
"Ya ya. That shoot shoot ball one."
"Why leh?"
"No la, thought maybe your one easier to use."
My bro and me looked at each other in disbelief. Yeah. Mom and Dad are addicted to Zuma but my bro's com's the only one that has the full version. Mebbe I should download it on my crappy lenovo lappie and let them play.
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