My Attractive Behind

Attractive to My Girlfriends (Is that a good or bad thing?)

I wore my nicely-fitting black pants to school today in case of surgery practicals in the afternoon.

Went to talk to Eileen in the front row in between lectures and suddenly, out of the blue...

Got butt-slapped HARD by Jialin on the right butt cheek as she walked by. Ouch!

I think the handprint is still there. Thanks Jialin. ; P


My butt ALWAYS gets pinched or butt-slapped by girls. I wonder why...

Ways to Die?

Heard Off Sonshine FM Which Heard From a Dodgy Source On the Net

Chances of dying in an airplane crash: 1 in 25 million

Chances of dying falling off your bed: 1 in 2 million

Which means you are about 12 times as likely to die by falling off your bed?

Opposability

Doing Everything with My Left Hand

I never realised how much I needed to use my right opposable thumb, until I couldn't use it.

Thanks tuna can. -_-

Identity Crisis

Of an Air Plant

Jianny thought Spike was a pineapple! -_-

Thinkings By Al

Paraphrased by Me

"Everybody has animal instincts, not everybody uses their "logic" button."

I just love my brother. ; )

Too Light?!

Went to play "Dance Dance Revolution" at an arcade in Fremantle with Carol in lieu of watching a movie that wasn't showing.

I was wondering why I was "missing" all the steps when I realised I was too light for the machine to detect me!

0_o

So I had to stomp instead of step. Ouch.

My Latest "Pet"


Because I Don't Have Time for My Dehydrated Sea Monkeys (Sea Monkeys Free to a Good Home!)

I bought an air plant from Fremantle last night.

It's this cool thing you can stick anywhere, no soil required! It just needs sun and a "bath" every few days.

I shall name it "Spike".

I hope it doesn't die... Then I can get more!

My Thumb

Aneta says I'm a Silly Sausage

It all happened on Thursday night when both me and Jianny wanted to cook.

I figured she was more hungry than me so I let her go first with use of the chopping board and stove. I wasn't THAT hungry anyway.

So I let her cook and I ate my pineapple slices.

Which got me hungrier.

So I got out a tiny can of tuna and opened it by the tab. It sort of got stuck halfway and I thought I could safely open it by gripping the metal with my thumb and index fingers.

Never assume, assumptions can be a very dangerous thing.

My thumb slipped and formed a semi-deep cut.

That took HOURS to stop bleeding.

I tried every way to get it to stop, applying pressure (ah, now surgery skills come into good use), applying even more pressure and even holding my thumb above my head in the hopes that the blood pressure would be lower.

Aneta my Australian flatmate taking higher level JAPANESE called me a silly sausage and gave me plasters. Aneta our "nurse".

Now I have a crooked "smile" on my right thumb that "talks" everytime I move it.

Which makes simple tasks like cooking and writing and UNPACKING quite tough and annoying.

All because I was HUNGRY.

Why do I do these things to myself...

Lost and FOUND

The Prodigal Suitcase

Remember the little orange suitcase I thought was possibly in a number of people's houses or cars over summer?

It turns out I forgot to ever take it out of my flat. Oops.

Trinh found it and nicely placed it at the end of the corridoor innocently thinking that it would still be there when I returned this year. (Student village policy states that everything left in the flats get TRASHED.)

I went to the student village office today and I asked Anthony if there was a lost and found.

Willy asked: "When did you lose it?".

Me (hesitatingly, sort of already knowing their answer): "At the end of last year?".

Willy said with a smile: "We trash EVERYTHING over summer!"

Anthony: "What was it anyway?".

Me: "It was this little suitcase...about this size...(pointing to below my knees)"

Anthony cut in suddenly (like a lightbulb went off in his head): "Was it yellow?".

Me (with hope revived): "It was orange!"

After which Anthony proceeded to show me MY suitcase sitting in the next room.

Hooray! Praise the Lord! I FOUND my suitcase! The one I thought I would never see again!

Afterthought: I was initially trying to look for it quite hard because I knew something of MINE was missing. It got me restless. I couldn't really get down to unpacking knowing it was still lost. Actually after many dead ends I had actually resigned myself to the fact that either I would never find it, it got stolen or thrown away. There wasn't even anything important in it as far as I recalled, or possibly just a few daggy clothes (there actually WERE just a few daggy clothes). But the JOY I felt finding it was so great! Even though it was just a cheap trolley bag with daggy clothes.

I was wondering, if I could feel so much happiness from something not really that significant of mine returning to me, how much MORE happy would God feel having His creation that he dearly loves, return to Him on their own accord. = )

What I Miss in the BRC

Mainly the Pigs...

The happy squeaking of the guinea pigs as the food bucket rolls around,

The way the piglets and Rambo wag their tails when I call them,

The way the weaner pigs sniff you with their inquisitive noses and look at you with intelligent eyes,

And the roller-coaster squealing of the pigs for food as "handsome" Sivam hoses down their pens.

Promise Yet Unfulfilled

To My Colleague Who Found Me a Nokia Charger When I Really Needed One

I wasn't able to buy my "handsome" Sivam his kopi-o in return for that favour.

And I'm leaving tomorrow.

Maybe he will really try to go past immigration like he said at the last minute waving his arms and raving in a sing-song Bollywood style : " Gorgeous! You forgot my kopi-Ooooooo......!"

That will be a sight to behold.

= P

Phone Conversations with Dad

While Out Late and Sounding a Little High

Dad: "Girl, are you drinking?!"

Me: "Yup. I'm drinking teh ice and teh c ice." = D

Shout Outs

In Order of Occurence

Kudos to my lovely colleagues who waited 4 hours into a Friday night while I was delivering piglets to bring me out for seafood at a popular Ngee Ann hangout, allowing me to whack light bulbs while playing pool and talking (work again) at Killeny Kopitiam while I got high on condensed milk and teh.

Caryn (my first day pal!), CLOK! SIEW HUA! and CLOK! WEILING! (aka Russell Peters) for contantly amusing me with their CLOK! BEELAY! impersonations and for getting me a pretty "skipping girl" bag (How did they know I always wanted a bag like that? It's washable too!) so that I could be inaugurated into their "skipping girl" club, a series of "goodbye kitty" magnets depicting ways of killing you cat with kitchen appliances and Body Shop soap that I always wanted to try. They know my almost OCD tendencies so well. And thanks to Rhonnie for paying for a lot of things. = D

I'm SO going to miss my BRC colleagues! I think I left my heart behind in the BRC. ; )

Many thanks to my young adult's cell group who gave me a memory book of highly amusing photos, all headed by darling Delia! I also got a can of "happy birthday" toilet paper which will be my reserve roll in student village. = D

Much thanks to Chris too for giving me his Corrine May ticket! She's not bad live and I think I like her more now because I know the reasons behind some of her songs and heard a couple of her new songs. Maybe I'll get her next upcoming CD. I hope his "hot date" with Hansel and Ansen went well. I'll keep praying for you Chris! You can make it! = )

The whole ticket-giving thing sort of started with Carol giving me her extra ticket to Kelly Clarkson's concert in Perth. Thanks Carol! Kelly Clarkson and Corrine May...maybe this is the start of more people giving me concert tickets? = P

Phone Conversations with People Who Don't Know What I Do

While Delivering Piglets from a Mini-Pig

Caller: "Hi Sharon are you free now?"

(Newly born piglet squeals blue murder in the background)

Me: "Erm, yah. Could I call you back later?"

Gender Crisis?

One drawback of being a boyish girl is that sometimes boys forget that you are a girl.