12 February 2004 8:57 a.m. had ramen for dinner last night. burnt my tongue on the v.v.v.v.v. hot soup. every thing tasted the same after that. we're encouraged to speak during japanese class, because it's the best way to learn a language. so after teaching us some bits of grammar, the lecturer prowls the room, asking questions. most people are afraid when he does this, because most malaysians are so he came over to where me and Grace were sitting, and we knew one of us was in for it. first, he says, 'ja, hai...,' indicating the victim before asking something. this was what he said to Grace before asking her something, in response to which she turned to me and tugged at my sleeve in desperation. the three of us, me, lecturer and RH (who was seated behind us) couldn't believe our eyes. she eventually came up with an answer, and the lecturer went away. if it were me, i'd have spouted some crap, but then that's just me, and she's like that when she's nervous. so yeah, RH sat behind us, and he wore blue and so did me and Grace and this sounds so schoolyard and we were sitting in the back and i was imagining that we were a kinky, dirty, blue little threesome and that's what happens when i'm hungry. but i kept that to myself. the only way to not wet your pants is to not wear any. :D it means 'witch'. ha. went to times square for the last-class-gathering-before-the-end-of-the-semester thingy. really, it's just chicken. what's the big deal about Hartz' Chicken Buffet? and then i had the crispy chicken. i don't even like chicken skin, usually, so liking this was a big deal. for me, anyway. it even made up for having to wait for half an hour for the stragglers to turn up! :D did you know that everyone had skipped breakfast in anticipation of the buffet, so having to wait longer for lunch made most of them grumpy. yours truly here had already had breakfast. oh, the cleverness of me. there was this shop called the Wet Wet Shop, which at first glance looked like beachwear (in the middle of KL?!), but then i noticed the glow-in-the-dark condoms in the shop window. they're looking for sales assistants. there was also a shop selling camouflage combat pants!!! don't stop me! i don't care if you think that's naff! i want them!!! in addition to burbling happily at the huge amount of naff clothes there, i had to remind meself to breath and NOT scream at the sight of the Real Madrid (10" tall and poseable!!!) action figures in the window of this figurine shop. ... i only want the Zidane, i'm not willing to pay RM400 for a set of 3... i want to pose him with bro's Legolas doll, hahaha. and then there was this other figurine shop that had even cooler footie action figures - 2" tall and in a set of 7 (i think). their advantage over the giant Real Madrid dolls was that Raul, Figo and French team!Zidane was in the set, so it was good like that. almost makes it worth the RM135 tag. needless to say, i went home (on a rain-splattered monorail train) clutching my bootleg Ludacris cd. i spend time and care cultivating what i think is the ultimate look that says 'don't fuck with or i'll come and kick your face in' look, and i think i'm really good at giving that look, but what do i get? classmate: hey, Angela, i met one of your college friends in my class the other day. i'm sorry, i do think it's funny that Jose Antonio Reyes' debut Premiership goal was scored against his own team (Arsenal). it is funny! saw darling Ruud on tv last night. *coos nauseatingly* he was donating some money to this kids' footie club or something. there was a shot of him watching a game with them, and the face he made when he was blocking out their screams (of excitement, mind, not fear or lust) was ADORABLE. i'm so in love. *points to rating thingy* i just can't win! i feel like a death row-er who's been pardoned. the pharmacology presentation that i thought that i had to present tomorrow is actually due in two weeks. unless my classmate has a sick, twisted sense of humor and was atually lying to me.... but really, my mind boggles at the range of quack remedies categorised under 'alternative medicine'. have just watched 2 Fast 2 Furious. i couldn't see the plot for all the testosterone dripping on the screen. it was so macho. Devon Aoki's character, Suki, didn't excite me as much as i (or the producers) thought she would. Ludacris did it for me. c'mon, you can't say no to those muttonchop sideburn thingies, can you? oh, and that swagger. he does me, he does. so what if my classmate is younger than me and we get along great and we watch movies together why the rant? i deserve a good friend after my last one finished her course requirements. i can have more than one good friend, damn all of you, i'm not fickle; i didn't take no damn friendship chastity vow. i still talk to her, but why the hell can't i have a good guy friend without jackasses gossiping? where does it say you may only have one good friend anyway? and that friend has to be the same gender as you? that would take all the fun out of kissing practice, you fuckers! did you know that in a month and a half i will be free from the shackles of academicia (?)? and that i have no idea what i'll do then because i missed the career fair that my varsity organised? ... blotchy that i look like the victim of an amateur drive-by love-biter. shut up. at the very best, i look like have a freaky sunburn. i have to pick my jaw off the floor. i have to! but i can't help it, see, cos i found this forum about footballers and the people there are more gatal than any yaoi-mad fangirl i've ever seen. seeing what the other side is really like is certainly an eye-opener, and a jaw-dropper to boot, but you knew that already. i will never look at Michael Owen the same way again... p.s. - gatal = pervy, as in pervy elf/hobbit/man/boy fancier. but you knew that. after surfing health care sites and looking at pictures i wish i didn't have to look at, the only conclusion i've come to is that i may have suffered an allergic reaction to latex fucking gloves. and the heat seems to make it worse. that is an excuse to stay home. here's a situation - how do you stop someone from calling you? especially when the sneaky so-and-so changed his number and you only found when you decided to take a chance and answer the unknown number that flashed on your mobile this morning? things i've done (in the vain hope of getting him to stop) - fuck me, am i being too subtle? is there a diplomatic yet firm way to say, "please don't call me. ever," without actually saying it? huh? huh?! maybe i could pretend my phone was stolen. that, and these two rules - i wish it was as easy as that (it is, actually), but i'm a romantic who imagines it's Prince Charming on the other end. except that the real PC is actually RH, whose number is totally different, and i know this because i have it! ah, Britney... your toxicity is so... i like your violins, is all! p.s. - have you ever wanted to sms your online pals when you see/hear something you're all interested in? it doesn't count if you've met the online friend(s) before.
things are like that sometimesdipwads shy.
pandering to your fancy...
happy valentine's day indeed...
so... this looks like a random pic of His Hotness with a random model, except that she's Missus His Hotness, and her name is Helene and she was an Elite model! and she lost his phone number the first time he gave it to her! i got it from a gay site, and i assume the manipulation was done by the person who submitted the pic.
monday, back from the dead
it's just like that sometimes
me: oh, really, which one?
classmate: B. she asked how you were.
me: ooh. so what'd you say?
classmate: i told her you were as happy go lucky as ever, and B said that was how she remembered you.
me: damn.
it's so hot today
got class tomorrow. in the universal term of distaste - yuck!and he pays for all of them and we have our little inside jokes that other people don't get? that's why they're called inside jokes anyway. but really, it doesn't have to mean we're dating.
i'm so...
help!
1. not answering... dur.
2. giving really short, non-commital answers when you answer the phone and find out it's him because you didn't recognise the number.
3. always giving an excuse to get off the line when you find out it's him.
rule #1 - never answer unknown numbers.
rule #2 - never break rule #1!
