conversations

I'm putting my contacts in while Cheryl brushes her hair for the gazzilionth time. We're talking in front of the mirror.

"I think you have OCD. No, OCCD."

"What's OCCD?"

"Obsessive Compulsive Combing Disorder."

*beat*

"Well, you have...FAKE EYES!"

Gosh. I laughed so hard I messed up and had to put that eye's contact in again.

--

Cheryl just bought new earrings. She's so excited, she must put them on right away. We're in the IKANO bathroom.

*puts hand on sinkhole*

"What are you doing?"

"Um, preventing you from being very sad should you be clumsy?"

"Pfft."

- a moment later -

*drops earring into the sink*

"Argh!"

*picks it up from between my fingers*

"Heh. You really thought I was being unnecessary, huh?"

"SHUT UP!"

--

Adam, trying to tell me a joke:

"What kind of cat do you not want to play cards with?"

"Um. A dead one."

"Noooo."

"Okay, uh...one that cheats?"

"Noooo."

*beat*

"Can I tell you?"

"Okay. Fine. What?"

"A cheetah!"

I did say 'one that doesn't cheat', so technically, I was right.

But I do want to clarify that everyone should not want to play cards with a dead cat as much as they don't want to play with cheating one.

--

Me and Sna in Econs this morning:

"Hi Sna."

*punch*

"Hi."

"You awake yet?"

*punch*

"No."

- couple minutes later-

*punch*

"How bout now?"

"You know, if you keep doing that, I'll just get used to it."

"No you won't."

*beat*

*punch* *punch* *punchprodpokepokepokepokesomemore*

"OKAY, I'M AWAKE."

--

Cheryl and I were in with Ms. C's new class to talk about the A-Voice. Ms. C has some variation of the flu.

"Where's my juice?"

"Uh. Not with us."

-we talk about the A-Voice-

"I want my juiceeeeeeeeee."

"No. You have a cough."

"But I neeeeeeed it."

"But you have a cough!"

And WE'RE the ones that make her sick...

--

You don't need any context for this one to be funny.

Talking to Rach:

"ARE YOU PMSING?!?!"

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

The funny part of this story, is that we counted back and realised that I actually might've been.

--

In other news, I've decided that I'm gonna say 'ayoup' from now on, because 'hello' is getting boring.

--

Okay. Back to the genius of Larkin.

*pretends not to feel like wanting to throw up*

:D

i believe you. i do.

Recently, it's been raining at night.

That's making my room really cold. You'd tell me to turn my aircond off, but there's no fun in that. So what I do is grab my old jeans which are now a lot too big for me and pull them on over my clothes.

Then I grab my oversized hoodie and put on toe socks.

Toe socks are hilarious.

--

Philip Larkin makes me crazy.

I'll see you tomorrow.

late at night, you make strange things

because keeping this to myself would just be too selfish.

:)

no one ever winks anymore

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because I think you're funny."

--

Hi blog.

My arm's itchy. I'm also kind of really tired. Not entirely sure why. I've had a decent nights rest.

I've got a story for you.

We were all in the car on the way home from lunch and I noticed that Adam's nose was chock full of snot. Of course, I just went ahead and told him.

"Dude, you have a tonne of boogers hanging out in your nose."

And he went to pick them. Which is not the problem.

He picked a huge glob and looked at it.

Intensely.

Which prompted me to say,

"NO, MAN. DON'T EAT IT."

Which, of course, prompted him to eat it.

Alex and I then started yelling in the back of the car. Mahm was a bit peeved and asked us why the blend we were yelling. We gibbered that he had eaten his booger and we were grossed out.

When she realised that, she also started screaming.

Adam, completely unfazed, went on to show us the booger on his tongue. That freaked us out more.

So the three of us were yelling about him, and dad tried to give him a high five.

I have the weirdest family in the world.

In other news, I did coursework right after I settled in.

Then I was tired.

Then I stripped down for a nap.

Then mahm called up the stairs that we were leaving for dinner in twenty minutes.

And I groaned and pulled myself out of bed and into the shower.

Then I drank coffee.

ohmygoodnessirememberwhatiwantedtoblogaboutnow.

We went to Chillis for dinner. For some reason, I did most of the ordering. And you know how at Chillis, there's a waiter assigned to your table? Well yeah. Our waiter was cool.

He kept coming by to check if we were alright.

I don't know if that's a thing they're supposed to do or not, but it doesn't happen most of the time I'm there.

And he was all smiley and stuff.

At first, I was really nice to him because I didn't want him to spit in my food.

But then he was really nice back, and then I was just being nice because he was awesome.

When we were done with the eating and walked past him to leave, I caught his eye and thanked him again. He smiled and winked. Okay, I know what you're thinking (yes, I mean you) and I wanna clarify that it was NOT the creepy kind of wink.

It was the friendly kind.

I SWEAR.

Right. So. That was a great story. No one believes me. Awesome.

I'm going now.

BAI.

you'll grow up someday

Hi blog.

I got into Knox today.

My tumblr says about everything I have to say about it, so here:

i got into college.

I’ve spent the past few days wondering if I’d managed to persuade them I was good enough. Despite the fact I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to go yet, it would have been nice to know I could get in anyway.

After watching my friends getting accepted these past few days, I actually noticed myself checking my email more often than usual just in case.

I thought I wasn’t gonna be anxious.

I thought wrong.

And this morning, I found the email I had been waiting for. I opened it. They let me in. They let me in with a scholarship that covers almost half the cost.

Dad says there will be a bit more financial aid boosts in the entrance pack.

-

I still haven’t decided if I want to go this year.

-

But it’s cool to know that I can.

So yeah.

I'll admit that this is kind of exciting. Because until today, this wasn't real for me. I'm trying to react to it slowly because I wanna make sure I make the right decision.

Two kinda celebratory events today. :)

Anne swung by and took me out for frozen yoghurt, which was way yum.

And the whole fam went over to Rawang to eat dinner with my Grandma.

Cheryl and I are making plans to go ice cream in celebration of not being hobos for the rest of our lives.

We're also actually making plans to run through the streets of New York from hobos that we have pissed off. Come to think of it, I don't know why they're chasing us in the first place. But that's not gonna stop me from learning how to ride a unicycle so that I can make sure they don't catch me.

The squish called at nine to wake me up this morning so that I could hit the books and get some coursework done.

I thought it wouldn't have been such a bad idea to just skip the email check so that I wouldn't be distracted by the interweb and the sin it offers. And when I finally checked it at half past eleven..

there was a big fat golden egg sitting in my inbox.

Hah.

It's been a quiet day.

Nothing particularly exciting, but pleasant nonetheless.

Hope y'all are alright.

:)

"i loved you best, sid."

Okay.

Skins is the BLEND.

--

Hey blog.

My brother's out with his friends at some party, staying the night.

My parents and Adam are at cell.

And I'm sitting on my bed under the sheets in an oversized hoodie and boxers with a Skype chat open with a recent winner of admission to NYU.

:)

Well done, Cheryl.

We're all stoked for you.

I went for lunch with mahm today. Yummers.

I've totally been guzzling this past few days. No idea why. It's like. I'm blending hungry all the time. It's odd.

Like, right now. I'm starving. I had dinner just a couple hours ago. Could probably fit in a whole 'nother round at the moment.

Oh crap.

Just remembered that there is chocolate in the fridge.

*wills self not to go get some*

I've actually had a really decent day.

Hope you're all well.

:)

it's not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball

Heyo. :)

This morning, I got a call from an unknown number.

"Uh, hello?"

"Hi. May I please speak to Amanda Shiew?"

"Speaking."

"Hi. I've got someone here to speak to you."

"Cool."

"Hello!"

"Hey, what's up dude?"

"Where is everyone? I can't find anybody and I left my phone at home, hence the call now."

"Heh. Well, Econs was cancelled, so I think we're all coming in later later."

"I am aloneeeee."

"Yes, way to be not dramatic, Cheryl."

*sulky face* (I imagined this happened. I don't really know if she pulled it.)

"Tell you what. I'll give my mahm a call and ask her to bring me in ASAP. That cool?"

"Oh-kay. I'll be in the Wisma library."

"Righto. Cool. I'll see you soon then."

"BYE."

"Bai."

As you can imagine, I had a right little smug moment right there. You know, because Cheryl was lame and left her phone at home.

Then I got ready and gave my mahm a call so that I could get into school.

She dropped me off and I quickly made my way up to the library.

As I was walking, I habitually put my thumbs in my front pockets.

Which is exactly when I realised,

that I had left my phone at home too.

Not so smug after that, eh?

Yeah. And because everything just works awesomely on days like this, of course Cheryl wasn't in the library. Or Chillax. Or the conference room. Or KE.

I found her later outside the staff room, bothering Ms. C on the intercom.

--

Also, because I brought my computer, Eli, to school today, we had a bit of fun after class.

And by 'a bit of fun', I mean we were in stitches almost the whole time.

Lol. Afifah.

Hee! Dickie, I wanna PUNCH you.

We laughed the hardest at this one.

We had a good laugh, the lot of us.

This afternoon totally beat whatever the photo session we were supposed to have could have been.

It was awesome.

Love y'all.

Much much.

But I'm forever gonna have a hard time convincing any of the other people I know that any of you are remotely attractive in real life.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

bai.

--

Hope you are all doing really really well.

:)

the man with the double chin

iloveyou.

--

Yesterday, Cheryl picked me up as usual to go to school.

We were chugging along as usual, talking casually and laughing about nothing when suddenly, Cheryl stopped talking in favour of looking in the rearview mirror.

She kind of did a double take.

"Is the man in the car behind us wearing a neck brace?"

Of course I turned to look and sure enough, there he was in his neck brace.

"Gosh. Yes!"

This guy was middle aged, both hands on the wheel sitting really stiffly against the back of his seat. He was kinda peering at the road through the rimless glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

And he was wearing a neck brace.

Which was the best part.

We were very mature about the whole situation and immediately started giggling about the fact that he was wearing a neck brace. I quickly compared him to the dude who tried to jump off the building at the beginning of the Incredibles. He was wearing a brace in the courtroom when he was suing Mr. Incredible for saving his life.

Oops, I meant 'ruining his death'.

Yeah. I'm going to stop describing this because those of you who know what I'm talking about already know what I mean and those who don't aren't going to even if I continue so yeah.

MOVING ON.

This guy, right. He pulled out from behind us and into the next lane. He sped up to be right next to us. On our right.

And I took one look into the car, right. And I freaked out.

THE NECK BRACE MADE HIM DOUBLE CHIN.

It's like the brace caught the extra fat/skin on his chin and bunched it all up under his face.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.

After that, right, neither Cheryl or I could contain our excitement. We laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and told each other that we were horrible people for laughing at the poor injured man.

But that didn't stop us from still laughing.

Laugh laugh laugh.

Gosh. We were almost crying.

Then a thought occurred to me.

"I hope he isn't in pain."

"Me neither. I don't want to be laughing at someone who is in pain."

"Yeah. That would make us bad people."

*beat*

"We are going to hell, aren't we?"

--

Heh.

Hope you're all well.

:)

what are you doing?

"Eh."

"B"

Bahahahaha.

--

Hey guys.

You might remember that some time last week, I ditched y'all for my coursework. Hah. Well, seems that the job I did back then needs a bit of reworking.

SO, my posts might get a little sporadic.

And short.

Like this one.

Hope you're well.

:)

babies have funny butts

This is a picture of Toma.

Sorry, I'm a bit too preoccupied to write anything else.

Um. Goodnight.

tell me something

sired

Hey guys. :)

The draft is done and has been handed in. I spent my entire Friday floating around talking about how sired I was.

'Sired' came to be during a convo Dickie and I shared that night about the frustrations of being a Lit student the night before your Lit draft is due:

Asdixon Cyrillus:00:28:42

ma ma ma ma

Amanda Shiew:00:29:00

I'M SO SIRED

Amanda Shiew:00:29:02

TIRED

Amanda Shiew:00:29:06

AND SIRED

Asdixon Cyrillus:00:29:15

i sired too

Asdixon Cyrillus:00:29:23

hahaha

Asdixon Cyrillus:00:29:54

my eyes are tired

Asdixon Cyrillus:00:30:00

my brain is sired

I'm so appreciative of the fact that Dickie totally played along like that was always a word that existed in the English language.

It was very coolpants of him. Forserious.

We're both trying to make that a word that the rest of the Motley Crew use too.

So far, I think it's working.

We even got Ms. C to say it.

Hey, here's an idea. YOU SHOULD START SAYING IT TOO.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Hope you're well.

:)

most people get the lyrics wrong

I have not had enough sleep.

Therefore, I am going to bed now.

Goodnight.

of sweetness and hair doss

Tonight is gonna be a long night.

3000 words.

Larkin.

It's on.

So I'm up with carrot mug, Eli and Jay Brannan for company.

Hope you're all well. I'll see you soon.

:)

you

"What am I to you?"

"You're my best friend."

*beat*

"And what am I to you?"

"You're my best friend too."

"You're the only one I've had and probably the only one I will ever have."

--

From the way we manage to talk about everything, anything and nothing at all into the wee hours of the morning to the way that you force me to study and be productive, there is no doubt in my mind that you are any less than my best friend.

You've saved me from myself on numerous occasions.

There are certain days when I feel an impossible sense of gratitude for you and all you have shown me. For all that you are for me. For how often you hear me out. For how much I know you love me.

And on those days, all I want to do is tell you.

Tell you simply.

Tell you explicitly.

I love you too.

Always,

me.

Talking in Bed

Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest.

Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside, the wind’s incomplete unrest
Builds and disperses clouds in the sky,

And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
At this unique distance from isolation

It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.

- Philip Larkin

celibacy can!

My laptop is broken and this development saddens me so. :(

I'm now completely dependent on Bot 1 who is a dead iPhone that won't work as a phone for me. Sigh. Woe is me.
Pfft. Okay. Done feeling sorry for me now.

I'm back from celibacy camp!

It was kinda fun. I am going to get crap at school for saying that but I don't really give a blend. HAH. But yeah. They managed to get me into a dress.

Well, it was really Rachel's stubborness and my resignation to the unfortunate occurence that got me into it. See, I knew I had to wear a dress when I signed up, so it was really a non issue. Mostly.

There was a speed dating game.

Alex and I crossed each other.





Yeah.

If you look harder, you may notice that we have pencils and sticker paper to write on. After the two minutes of talking, we're supposed to write a comment about our 'date'. Alex and I spent the two minutes playing rock, paper, scissors, getting in trouble for it, then having a staring contest. He won. He commented on my giant gorilla eyebrows and I called him a blender.

Fair trade, I say.

So yeah. We also arm wrestled ad gathered a huge crowd on the last day. He also won. But he was upset about the fact that he was using his body weight and I refused to. Haha.

I have a lot of work to do and am going to start doing that once I finish this.

Which is now.

Goodbye.

Hope you are well.

:)

4hourLECTUREEGFORELITTTRAEWEJWJRARRRRR

today must have been the most giggliest i have been throughout the entire month. i have not giggled this much since forever. usually for this sem, we have never had lectures on friday, cos Lit was pushed to another day. But cos of replacement classes, we had a 4 hour lecture running from 10 to 2 of Larkin, Larkin, Larkin.

The Ultimate Giggle was when Sha transformed into a dinosaur/hulk/RAPTORRRR whilst talking to Ms. c. Seriously, I have this scene stuck in my mind being replayed over and over again. During dinner, I started laughing to myself thinking about this incident.

"Ms. C i have to collect MY CAR THEY CALLED ME AND I HAVE TO GO AND MYTUTITON GOT CANCELLED---"

At this moment, the whole class had turned back to look at Sha. I was frikkin mesmerized at how she could go on without clearing her throat to kill the dinosaur in her. BUT NO, SHE WENT ON.

"SO CAN I PLEASE GET MY CAR NOW? ITS AT SHELL-"
The whole class was just amazed by the transformation. heck i was hypnotised. then of course, of course, i knew this was gonna happen.

"SHE'S TURNING INTO THE HULK!"

At that, i couldn't stop laughing for the whole day. Amanda & I tried desperately to reenact the scene over and over again.. but failing. we had to lower our chins (to make a double chin) and frown, and speak in this DEEP VOICE.

Sha, u are so multi talented what with the cat and dinosaur voices. SALUTE.

Then the other Giggle was after a meal of claypot chhicken rice. in class, I heard amanda scream. not a proper scream. like a yodeling scream. and i whipped my head to look at her clutching her boob in vain.

yar. I havent done this kind of stupid posts for too long.

This weekend, is packed with fun: Larkin research + START WRITING 3000 WORD ESSAY. woooooo love my life.

"Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it" PL

- Afifah Darke

EXPLANATION

I didn't post on Friday because of the craziness, so I'm shamelessly stealing Fifa's post about Sha the dinosaur which is admittedly a hundred times funnier than mine could have possibly been.

tepid

"You know, you're so careful with me and when you're not; well, it really hurts."

--

After such an emotionally charged yesterday, today was a nice change.

Today was results day and though I didn't score at all for my math papers, instead of getting upset, my brain switched to 'rational mode'. Though I understand getting upset at this stage, the results weren't particularly unexpected, so there was nothing really to mope about.

After much thought and a discussion with both Ms. C and my mahm, I've decided to drop math as a subject.

You'd think that I'd want to stick it out because I've suffered through most of it already, but we decided that forgoing it is my best option.

I feel okay about it.

I'm off for V weekend (or Celibacy Camp, as the Motley Crew so enjoy calling it) on Saturday morning and I haven't quite worked out my blogging schedule for then.

I'll probably just put a couple of things in queue. Then I don't have to worry about it.

Yeah.

Okay.

Tired.

Goodnight.

not one of my better days

Today was kinda stressful for me.

Not such a good day.

I did have a mini breakdown after the entire room cleaning I did because I was just so frustrated with everything going on and what people were saying and what was happening to make them say that.

A short call to the squish sorted me out.

After dinner, my mahm and I were washing the poor stuffed animals in my room. Mahm gave them voices and pretended to down them.

She enjoyed every second of it.

That considerably lightened my mood and I'm really glad that the yelling stopped there.

Then the internet died before I could post this.

The end.

omg, dude, you're such a blender

I've decided to dedicate this post to how much I hate the word 'shit'.

Mostly I think it just really sounds bad as a word. There is no way that anyone can say it and continue looking/sounding remotely attractive.

I came to this conclusion today in the middle of the ruckus that is KE. The new intake kids tend to swear after every other word. It's funny. Then annoying. Then stupid. They don't sound educated at all.

SIGH.

In school, I'm trying to insert the word 'blender' into natural conversation because it is much less obscene than any other swear word you can think of.
Because it isn't a swear word.

Cheryl started this during the blender incident with the truck. Haha. Jit had been my accomplice in this task.
So far, we are doing very very well.

I feel like a clever rabbit.

In other news, people really do pay for convenience.
I chose the expensiver (notaword) stuff store over the cheaper option of Shell. It's just across the road. Well, a bit further.

But I couldn't be bothered.

--

Yesterday, I saved a man from a noodle avalanche.

I was in Jaya Grocer and he was pulling a pack of noodles off the shelf he was alone and carrying a fully loaded basket with his other hand. Whatever he did cased the noodles to fall off and though he caught everything, he couldn't put it back up himself.

I saw this from the opposite side of the aisle and RAN over to him to help him put everything back up.

He thanked me.

I felt like a super hero.

HOPE YOU ARE WELL.

:)

my internet is tempramental

it hates me and refuses to work properly.

Also, my phone is stupid.

This is my suspension post until the next one comes in later. I'm busy cleaning my room at the moment.

Okaybai.

the book of rooms

Hello.

There is a little brown notebook that I carry with me to school. It's called the book of rooms. I'm trying to pass it around so people can doodle in it to have some fun. I doodle in it too.

The first question people ask is why it's called the book of rooms.

There are two answers to that question. The first is a waffly answer that I think is super fun to expand on and the second is closer to the truth.

a) Each page will have something different on it. That something different represents a room in the doodler's mind. Also, each page provides room for whatever doodles one should choose.

b) It sounds cool.

I'd love to show you pictures and stuff and stuff, but I'm SO tired.

AND I promised someone I'd sleep earlyish tonight.

So I'll see you soon.

Night,

:)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX!

Today is Alex's birthday.

He turned fifteen.

Most people don't know this, but we are actually twins. Telepathy and all. No joke. So it's cool most of the time when he's around. You know, when he's not doing the Hoedown Throwdown or singing badly.

This year, he collected all his CNY money and put it in the fund he's working to raise for the victims of the Haiti earthquake.

As much as he acts like a total tard most of the time, he's a good kid.

There isn't anyone I'd rather call my twin brother.

:)

This is the part where I post a picture of him.

You'd think that this is a picture from a while back, but no.

I took that last week.

hah.

kid.

A happy birthday to you, Alex.

I'm proud of the person you are and who you are becoming.

Always,

me.

the metaphor game: chair edition

Hey there, blog.

I've had a mad day. It was great though. I'm super exhausted.

If you're observant, you'll notice that I missed the 4th March on my blogroll. Now, this is not entirely true because I have yet to sleep today.

TECHNICALLY, it is the fifth already, but because I haven't slept since the third, I don't consider this the fifth yet.

Lunch at delicious with most of the Motley Crew. Lunch with these people is dangerous, man. Because, right, you set out to eat with a budget and certain amount in mind and you end up blowing it just because everyone at the bloody table is an enabler.

My lunch was supposed to be light and full of vegetables.

It ended in pavlova.

Can anybody say fail?

Heh.

Anyway, we had a brilliantly long conversation about the kinds of chairs we were. Don't give me a weird look yet, let me explain. You know how those weird internet quizzes ask you questions about yourself and then come to the conclusion that you are a certain object or what not?

It was like one of those. Minus the quiz and internet part.

I'd like to call it the metaphor game.

I have yet to tell any one of them this. OH WELL. What a shame they are missing out on this fun.

We also went around the table trying to decide what OTHER name would suit our faces. I think we spent the most time on Cheryl, who ended up being a Dianna.

Sna got Jasmine, Jit got Daniel, Pan got Sally/Tiffany and I got Michelle.

Funny story is that whenever someone forgets my name and calls me something else, it is Michelle. This has happened more than one time and I cannot explain why.

It just does.

Tonight, Cheryl, Dickie, Sna and I went on an adventure to KLpac. Of course, we got lost in the rain in the middle of traffic. OF COURSE. But by the time we figured it out and got there, we had plenty of time to lounge and drink coffee like the posh people we are.

Actually, we mostly chugged it like barbarians.

YUM.

We went to watch Bernarda Alba which is on till this Sunday the 7th March.

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT.

Please, if you get the chance, do go and give it a watch. It was surprisingly mind blowingly awesome. Really really good stuff.

Getting home real late sealed my fate today which is why I am still awake at this hour.

Because I haven't been home these past two days, I haven't seen either of my brothers. I saw Alex briefly yesterday, but that's about it. I haven't seen Adam at all.

Yeah. Anyway. My plan is to stay up until sixish so that I can wish Alex a happy birthday. Then, I am going to sleep and not waking up till I absolutely have to at noon.

Yes, that is the plan.

Okay.

I am tired.

GOODNIGHT.

--

P.S. I like y'all and all, right. But I don't have the attention span or focus to colour this now. I'll do it when I wake up later.

Bai.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

- Elie Weisel

of course it's nice hearing your voice everyday

When I wake up after a nap, I squeeze my eyes shut real tight before turning to my side.

That's because a small part of me hopes that when I open them, you'll be there.

--

I magic swept the whole house just now.

As I did, I began thinking about something. Now, I have talked about this before but not here. It's not that I was hiding it from you guys, just that the situation never arose.

I have a fear of incompetence.

If you know me, you'll know that there are plenty of things I can do. It's not because I'm particularly talented in everything I attempt, but I make enough effort to make sure that I can DO whatever it is relatively well by the end of it. For example, fixing stuff, sewing, other chores. Boring stuff.

But useful stuff.

I've noticed that these things don't really interest me. I know how to do them because I need to know how to do them so I'm not useless.

I'm afraid of being useless.

--

Cheryl and I rushed like lunatics for our early consults this morning.

Our lecturer is on MC.

*sigh*

--

On a happier note, when I was talking to Sna yesterday, this happened:

Amanda Shiew: okay enough

Amanda Shiew: i am confused

Husna Qureshi: LOL

Husna Qureshi: i don't see why

Amanda Shiew: Your face

Husna Qureshi: MY FACE

Husna Qureshi: is worshipped by remote african tribes

Amanda Shiew: OMG

Amanda Shiew: *dead*

Amanda Shiew: that is so hilarious i cannot breathe

Amanda Shiew: bai sna

Amanda Shiew: i'm dying

Husna Qureshi: haha

Husna Qureshi: don't get too exited

Husna Qureshi: and please don't die

Husna Qureshi: that would be bad

You can't make this stuff up, man. :)

I'll see you tomorrow.

:)