Mission Failed

The things we do when boredom is TMTH. HAHA. (this was written at 2.01 am, when everything was still happy cheery-o)

Updated later:

So I had my fair share of holidays (i.e. almost 8 freaking months now), and holidays = boredom, and boredom results in creativity. Creativity to un-bore the Kingdom of Rottingham. And so, being the bestest pals online, me and Rachel (or Russell Peters would say, RACHEL AND I) agreed on doing a chat marathon.

For 10 hours straight.

Okay 10 hours is actually peanuts. But to think that the time in the States is actually 13 hours earlier than Malaysia time, and my slot was from 8 pm to 6 am (OH YES), it was pretty cool of me to have agreed. *beams*



The rules were simple. Nobody should be afk for more than 10 minutes. Only YouTube and blogs are allowed. And NOBODY DOZES OFF.

And yes. SOMEBODY did doze off. TWO HOURS BEFORE END TIME. And it was noon time in the States some more! Wtf.

The thing is, I think I ought to be more concerned than exasperated. Because who would doze off in the middle of a conversation?! And this was what she said when she dozed off the first time:

Rachel (after being silent for 20 minutes): omg i'm so sorry i like dozed off
Me: HAHA
Me: omg r u sick? or sth...
Me: and helloouu? im the one enduring the nocturnal part of the marathon can
Rachel: maybe my head's like kinda warm and i'm feeling like cold
Rachel: shrugs
Rachel: ANYWAY *prattles on*

The next time she dozed off at 4 am, and never came back.

So yeah. We did not make it into Malaysia's At-Least-A-Bit-Smarter-Than-Usual Book of Records. But 8 hours was still pretty amazing. TELL ME WHO CAN CHAT FOR 8 HOURS NON-STOP.

Though of course, the next day was hell. Burning.



P/s: See Rach. It's short, and simple, and not angry. So you thank your fake God.

Damai was Vwardeharhar

And so, the (highly anticipated) trip to Damai is over. Haha. I suppose Sherene will fill us up with loads of killer details, so I'm just gonna make it short.

You have no idea how dramatic it was! We had to deal with our parents, evil siblings who constantly trash and tell on us, rhinoceros (omg YES endangered wildlife are involved during the production), F-O-O-D, travel agents, phone calls, strawberry milk, gas... *chokes* But yeah, we made it all the same.



We damn cheapo and calculated the moolah we're spending on food at the freaking supermarket.






My covered-with-crapp-looking-sand foot.




Some stuff we drew:


The originals.


The new and improved.


My mom will be so happy to see this.





HAHA!




Yes. It was haha very entertaining. Feeding/killing mozzies for hours at the children playground. Screaming 'yellow is an evil colour' at each other at midnight. Sherene bitching about her freaking Mantoux test again and again.

And nooooo, I got no sleep at all, thanks to Edwin who kept pulling the blankie away. HORRORS he even taped a line and played it at my ear over and over again. I assume it to be a recording, because there is absolutely nobody in this world who can repeat 'Eddie, why you keep hogging the blanket?' FOR A GAZILLION TIMES! And he even accused me of snoring. Dr. Eddiope Snorres. I mean, how could I possibly be snoring when I had no sleep at all?! Right? I didn't snore right? *pokes* Sherene?

Anyhoo, Damai was just a tiny speck of our grand plan. *NNMUAHAHAHAHA* Sigh. So little time, so many things to do. But it's still okay. At least we have two more years before the dramatic beyotch leaves for the States. Haha. I love you guys. *hyugs*






P/s: WOOOT YVONNE! Haha, thanks for the lunch at the club today. I totally forgot to be grateful (???). LOL.

English

You know, by bringing up their children in a very chinesey Chinese traditional (sorta) way, my parents were actually worried that my English was going to be deplorable. So they sent me to tonnes of tuition, tried to speak English at home, just to make sure I would not end up embarrassing myself with broken English in the future.

And hell yeah I'm extremely thankful for that, because man I don't wanna be this girl:



LOL kudos to Sherene and her very rewarding inquisitiveness.

Judge: And what language was that again?
Girl *very confident and full with herself*: English.