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[Oct. 28th, 2008|05:30 pm] |
Hi okay yay
I've moved!
And the reason for moving
and blah blah is all stated here:
soupersam.blogspot.com
Yeah the name is not awesome
I made it at 115am.
OKAY HAVE FUN!
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[Oct. 25th, 2008|11:51 am] |
I used to whine/bitch/grumble about my brother
dating (and ultimately, somehow, really ends up marrying)
a Viet chick. And now, I've decided she's not that bad...
Okay, no I still don't like her that much.
And I don't think you can blame me
for checking if anything got stolen everytime she
leaves our house.
But on that note, if she ever did feel funky
and felt like cooking up something we've never eaten, she
can go ahead and take our psycho dog.
Anyway, I guess I should be pretty fair since
my brother's (Gordon's) christmas/bday presents for me
don't suck ass so much anymore.
Oh wait no, that's a different brother (Gareth).
Which doesn't matter because his new wife to be
has also managed to stop his book buying habits 101 for
every occasion. For my birthday this year, I got something
that isn't recyclable. And that, my friends, is one for the books.
(no pun intended.)
Because since I was 8,
and the only time I receieved a south park chocolate
dispensing toilet bowl from Gareth (yes the chocolate
was the shit. Not THE SHIT, just shit.), I've only
receieved things like Shopaholic and sister,
Shopaholic and Baby, Be Careful What You Wish For,
and other books you'd anticipate if you took a rock
and threw it around the Chick lit section of any library.
But I digress. Viet chick has actually offered
some tasty morsels and treats. I don't think Gordon would
have ever bought me an FCUK skirt (because he is el cheapo)
but his girlfriend went ahead and got it and gave him a stroke.
Between you and me, the stroke was the real birthday present.
And since here I am, eating some viet snack she gave us
called Banh Com.. or so I think it is, I'm discovering first bites
can always taste much better later on. And same for her.
The thing is, it's a little worrisome when my brother chooses
to date chicas, from countries who cook 7958458357043574
animals for herbal purposes, and are known to rip off
both your pants and wallets.
After China chick (ssssssssssssss) left, the sssssss is for
representation of numbers, we thought he'd be a little.. smarter.
I guess not.
As sisters, we always say we just want what's best for them.
What we really mean is:
we just want what's better than what they'd have orginally
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|10:28 pm] |
I used to have this teacher, Mrs. Fernando, who scared the
beegeezus out of me.
She half reminded me of the Abba song, Fernando,
and of some big beaked orange bird.
Not to be disrespectful or anything, it's just she looked
like that to me.
She also, by the way, hated me.
I think it had something to do with the way I never handed in
homework and she thought I was sure to fail PSLE maths.
Anyway, why I thought about her today was because I was about
to sms "5 mins" to someone and thought if I should use "5 min" instead.
Evil Fernando used to remind us that "mins" was wrong by humiliating
students who ever wrote that on the board.
"Oh no, mins? M I N S (Am I an ass)?
Class, is she an ass?"
And everyone would say yes and the person was an ass.
She probably meant donkey, but we were primary 6 - not
retarded. We knew that ass also meant.. well. Ass,
butt, part of body you sit down on in the toilet when doing business.
Till today, I never got why students liked her.
They thought she was SO FUNNY. YEAH RIGHT.
My ass. |
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