Day 3

Had Design Comm with Graeme again today, and yes, I fell asleep again.
It wasn't my bloody fault.

He was talking about time management AGAIN (he went on and on about it in his first class) and I dozed off as he was telling us about his part-time job as masseuse at night. -_- Irrelevant?

Been getting around class these few days, sussing out my classmates.
Ruled out Nicky and Vic who both smoke. I know Julian smoked too but at least he was courteous enough to walk/sit further away when he knew I didn't like it. (There's a gentleman for you XD)

Ruled out the rest of the boys - I hate guys who aren't courteous.
When he had to get out from class for an assignment, they all rushed and pushed their way into the lift first, laughing at all the stunned girls who were left behind and jammed the shut button in out faces.

What the fuck.
That's something I did not miss at all after leaving Malaysia - guys who aren't courteous.
That day I held the door for my classmates and all the guys just streamed in without a second glance, leaving me struggling with the heavy autoshutting door until another GIRL saw me and quickly held it for me to go in. =.=

Chivalry has all but died.

Thank god for my very own gentleman. :D
If you are reading this, take note: If you ever let a door slam in my face...ROAR!

So anyway, today I went for lunch with the other Malaysian girl - there are 2 Msian boys and 2 Msian girls including me in my class. Took a dislike to one of the boys after hearing him bragging about keying his teacher's cars and slashing their tyres.

WOW. WHAT AN ACHIEVEMENT!
So brave, so daring, my hero. -_-
Childish, more like it.

His justification?

"Well, they pissed ME off first!" [smirk]

My teachers have pissed me off a hell lot of times, but I don't indulge myself in petty acts of revenge to feel more important or rebellious. -.- They aren't really worth my time and effort.

OKAY. Enough bitching.
Accept them all, Mona says. So. Well. I'll try. But you know, I'm picky. (Which should make you feel special :D)

Went to lunch with Amanda today.
I liked her from day 1, but never really got to talk to her cause I was hanging around with other people - sampling? Haha.

Well anyway, she's a nice girl.
Graeme gave us one hour to leave the class and hunt for materials for our first assignment, a montage.

Materials needed:

3 characters/letters/numbers
2 words
1 paragraph of text/sentence
1 photograph
1 dead leaf

Scavenger hunt! WHEE.
We stepped outside and picked up the first leaf we saw, leaving us with 1 hour of free time (it was a 2.5 hour class.)

Talked to Graeme and he said that our whole class would end up with the same leaves if we didn't bother walking out to look for different kinds. He suggested that we go to the park, so Amanda, Joy and I started walking in a random direction. (We forgot to ask where the park was. Ha. Ha.)

After walking in a straight line for 15 minutes and no park in sight, I discovered I was standing at Berkeley street, where mom, Den and I stayed last year. Which meant Melbourne U was nearby!

Amanda also pointed out, "hey! Melbourne U is somewhere here. I've never been there, I wanna go see!"

So I called Den and she directed us to her main campus. :D
I got lost WITHIN the campus (freaking HUGE) so I was a pretty lousy tourguide. All they managed to see was gorgeous buildings with vines creeping up the walls and a huge construction site next to the Genetics building.

We all stared at that building in awe. Being art foundation students, the idea of having an entire building dedicated to something as scientific and specific as GENETICS totally wowed us.

There was a Genetics Lane too. -_-

Anyway, I ditched my leaf and got a cute, tiny little leaf.
I'M GONNA HAVE PART OF MELBOURNE U IN MY ASSIGNMENT!

Whoa. Prestigious.

We hurried back to class and were almost late. (Freaking far wei, Melbourne U to my RMIT building.)

Nevermind that none of us had anything but the freaking leaf off our list.
I grabbed a stack of magazines from the front desk and tossed one each to Amanda and Joy, and got the rest of the stuff there. XD

I ripped out what I wanted in 5 minutes and packed it away to do over the weekend. :D
We're supposed to do 15 thumbnails of our ideas for the assignment - but I already know exactly what I want to do, so I'm gonna have to do the tedious task of bullshitting 14 other samples from my head.

-_-

It's primary school all over again, where I used to write the answers to my maths exam before doing the working. (Got the answers right but screwed up the working, leaving my teacher scratching her head in puzzlement.)

Overall, I'm pretty excited over my assignments so far - it's gonna be a busy weekend but I think I'm going to enjoy doing my work for once in my life.

I can't believe it! I'm looking forward to doing homework!

O_O

Wow. Never thought such a day would come. For now I'm going to get my 10 hours sleep and start work tomorrow. :D

ART FTW!
*happy*

First Piece of Artwork

The first piece of art was done in my Production Skills class.

The lecturer was Vanessa and she is the most chiong hei lecturer I've met so far.

LET'S DO INTRODUCTIONS!
I'll begin with myself...

[cue 30 minute long speech about her oldest boy, younger boy, daughter, siberian huskies, turtles and egg-laying discuses]

I slowly nodded off.

Anyway, our whole class was pretty excited to be playing around with charcoal!
WHEE.
Apart from the irritating, hair-raising, gag-inducing screech of the charcoal across paper...it was pretty fun! :D

After giving us 5 minutes to play around and do whatever we wanted with the charcoal, we had to draw......paper.

O_O

It was kinda cool. She made us hold up a piece of paper.

"What do you see?"
"Er, white?"

She asked us to look again properly.
Then she made us crush the paper.
Most of us went O_O whaaaaaaat? Crush a perfectly good piece of paper? T_T

But we did it, and she made us draw it.

Omfg. Have you tried drawing a piece of crumpled paper with an unfamiliar medium (charcoal in my case)?

The results turned out something like this:


LOL ARGH. Anyway I don't know why the picture is oriented this way. I was the right way up when I uploaded it. Tried to rectify it 3 times and got lazy. You just have to turn your heads. (:

The teacher didn't allow us to shade it, outlines only she said. o_O
Only on the second one, (she made us rotate our model) she asked to attempt shading.

As you all know, I hate shading with a passion. @*#^@*&^#
It turned out something like this:


Note that the model was carried back and squished in my backpack for 4 or 5 streets, bounced around and tossed to the ground before I remembered it was there and took it out to photograph it so pardon me if it looks slightly different. ^^"

(I took it from this camera angle cause it looks better. LOL. I don't want to enhance my tragic shading. THEY HAVEN'T TAUGHT US HOW TO YET! Hentam saja lollll.)

So yeaaaaaa, there's my first piece of artwork at RMIT.
Not too impressive but not thaaaaaaaat disappointing either. :/

Lol. Anyway whoever was wondering about the 'mushy' in the bf's first blog post yesterday...


That's the one I gave to him!
Better stop taking screenshots without telling him. AHAHA. Later he won't webcam me edi. ):

Cute mushy? :D

First Class

First class of Uni!

Although I do wish I had a first class ticket back home that I could blog about. (:

Anyway, English was up first, with Denise as my teacher. HOHOHO.

We started off by filling a form with our personal info, and then she proceeded to explain her name.

Seriously.

She told us that we would find it common that family names are put last in Australia, as opposed to our culture where it comes first. Now I know that roughly half my class is from China, but I'm sure that they know that the S of Denise S is her surname. :/ [surname removed as advised by Yap - some of these people are quite famous -_- don't want them googling themselves up lol]

Anyway, she had us do some reading comprehension on culture shock.

I finished it in 5 minutes but I pretended to be still doing it, cause I looked up and people were still reading the passage and hadn't even moved on to the questions yet. -_-

God knows people will be screaming LANSI KIA if I went 'MISS! I'M DONE!' just then. I only handed it in when another boy turned his paper in. Another Malaysian. Whoa. Our english owns. ^_^

But what the heck, I couldn't escape from scrutiny even after disguising my 1337ness T_T

Denise singled me out and with a whisper so useless the whole class could hear her (loud and clear,) began to interrogate me about my english proficiency.

"Do you like to read?"

"Yeah, I do."

"What kind of books?"

"Oh, I don't know. Anything."

"What kind...do you read biographies?"

"Sometimes. I read anything, science fiction, chick lit, anything."

At this point I was beginning to get a little bit annoyed, but hid it with my pro PEH face.

"Oh, so mainly you like fantasies?"

"Uhuhhh, yeah."

"I think you're fluent in english then, are you?"

"Yes, pretty much."

"Oh, where are you from?"

"Malaysia."

"You went to an english-based school?"

"No. I speak english at home."

"Your education wasn't in english at all?"

"Nope. Chinese, then malay."
"Never had any education in english at all?"
"Just one year, in college."

"How come your family decided to speak to you in english at home?"

"Er. Cause they said since I would pick up chinese and malay in school anyway they would teach me english at home."

"Have you studied in Australia before?"

"No."

"I see, then it's funny, because you seem to have a bit of an accent."

"Hm. Really?"

"Yea, you have this sort of...European accent. Have you been here for a while?"

"Nope. I got here on Friday."

"Well! That's funny."

"Maybe I picked it up while I was here."

"Well...maybe. Anyway, since you seem to be fluent in English, I was thinking that maybe you could bring a book to class for times like this."

"Bring a book?"

"Yes, a storybook. Seeing as you finish so fast, you might get bored while waiting for others, who may take longer, like now."

WALAO.

I was like "..."

Here I was trying hard to stay inconspicuous, and there SHE was helping me lansi the rest of the class. THANK YOU.

-_-

She started quizzing me after she gave me a sheet of paper - a student guide - to read and I finished it off under a minute. Then she handed me another sheet of paper detailing the curriculum for the year. I only read it cause I was bored.

I guess she started embarassing me cause she ran out of paper.

._.

But I don't think my classmates hate me.

:D I walked into class and decided to plop myself next to this guy who had the whole cool nerd thing going on.

A couple of girls stared at me for a moment, probably wondering why I passed them over in favour of a lone guy with a semi-shaved head, cowboy boots and his PSP on the table.

Nicky is from China, but has stayed in Aussie for 3 years+

He's restless and fidgety and does things that may seem awkward for other people, but I find quite endearing - tossing a crunched up ball of paper into the bin and missing, then jerking and jumping out of his seat with an 'oh!' to race to the fallen piece of paper and dispose of it properly, then zooming back to his seat with loud clatter and looking round to see if anyone noticed.

Naturally, everyone did.

He let me play with his PSP during our 15 minute break in class.

(It was a 3 hour class WTF.)

Got this cool Japanese drum game that works like Guitar Hero. Just follow the beat and whack the buttons accordingly. XD

Hou fun ar. :D

Later we had icebreaking games, and I can proudly say I know the names of everyone in class - around 20 people I think. WHEE. I suck at names so this is a first for me. ^_^

This year looks promising, ignoring the 4 hour classes. T_T

FOUR FREAKING HOURS WTF.

But I hope I'll enjoy drawing so much the hours will fly by unnoticed, leaving me hoping for more time at the end of the day. After all, why would I leave home (and mom and Mona and friends and doggies and CS/DotA) and fly 7000 km away, if not to do something I love?

(Besides escaping from corruption, horrible political situation, rising inflation, scorching weather, food I don't really like, discrimination, horrible drivers and sometimes discourteous citizens?)

By the way, I semi-forced the boyfriend to start a blog.

Which is here.

HAHAHA. I SWEAR THAT WASN'T WHAT HAPPENED!

My bitch.

Full of shit!

And that's why he's my bitch. :D

(Among many other redeeming qualities. :P)

Orientation Day

One picture to sum up my first day at uni:


/me doodles aimlessly

Kampung kia!

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

aikss

eh steph

[文] says:

ya?

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

justtnow

at ts

i went to toilet

and i forgot to zip

......

[文] says:

LOL?

AHHAHHAHA

i hope you were wearing boxers

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

then i put my both hands into pockets

[文] says:

:/

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

posing there

[文] says:

LOL

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

looking at the mirror in front of fashion shop

= =

.......

[文] says:

AHAHHAHA

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

i saw it through the mirror

...........

[文] says:

SOZAI

LOL

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

wa such a big hole

[文] says:

OMG

#(&$^*@&#^

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

stone there for 10 mins

waiting for my sis

the worker there stare at me

AHAHHAHA

i duno

sei loo

[文] says:

LOL

WTFFFF

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

hahaha

hopefully it wont happen again when im with u
HAHAHAHAA
[文] says:
GG
[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:
kesian wei
[文] says:
how can you forget?
I TAK FAHAM
[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:
decided to use the hanging bowl
but then, oh boxer today
so i turned into toilet
then i forgot
hahahaa
[文] says:
LOLLL
Remind me, why am I dating him again? D:



Cause he's my little farmer boy, that's why. :D

Meowww Burn

Hi. I'm 3 hours away from home...in my second home.

:D

This is my 4th time (I think so) in Melbourne and I still love it as much as ever.

Orientation is tomorrow and my classes will probably commence on Tuesday, unless my batch (those with surnames at the end of the alphabet) has briefing on that day instead.

I'm just feeling slightly apprehensive about tomorrow - first day at uni.

Nothing new, I always feel this way when I start at a new place. I hope I get along with my coursemates just fine and not be overshadowed by those pure artsy fartsy types. O_O

But it should be fine.

Look at me, the science and art hybrid geek.

I get along perfectly well with Ling, right? XD

Anyway, sis is walking me to uni tomorrow in case I get lost (highly probable.)

Life here is great - been stuffing myself with food. I feel hungry almost every hour and the weather seems to be made for me - warm in the sun, cool in the shade, chilly in the breeze.

(Though the weather forecast predicts hotter days next week. Boo.)

I'm currently staying with Den at this fantastic apartment a few minutes walk from my uni and tons of food outlets. HOHOHO. FAT STEPH IMPENDING.

My room is freaking awesomeeeee. For months, I had this niggling bother in the back of my mind that I'd be cooped up in some pidgeon hole - an 8x8 box with no windows and a dim yellow bulb dangling from the ceiling.

Look what I got instead:

Chris' old bed and comforter that he left behind.

My toys already make me feel so at home - Sheepy (from Mona,) Mushy (from Vivi) and Sylvester (I bought it for myself.) The view out my window is a relatively quiet street with a row of carparks and a church with stained glass windows. If you leave the window open at night, it's like a natural aircond. :)

My closet.

My huge red luggage bag is on the top rack (the handle of which broke on its virgin trip overseas.)

Underwear, towels, pajamas, socks and extra bedlinen on the rack, legwear on the ground, random junk in the corner and all other clothes hanging. :)

I didn't even realise how boring my wardrobe was until I had my life basically packed into a big red suitcase. 50% black 35% white and 15% fiery colours. -_-

Like my plushy pink bathrobe? It's just as soft as it looks! :D

(Or softer than it looks, if it looks hard to you.) That's my prom dress hanging next to it - it's so long it's sweeping the floor. ):

Ha. My awesome room from another angle.

Thanks Den for the double bed and her cozy Ikea lamp. My room feels so nice that I didn't want to wake up this morning. XD And that's Chris' reading lamp on at the left side of the picture - yet another item left behind to make my life even more comfy.

Lying on the bed is my very own version of Boyfriend Pajamas.

AHAHA. [insert smugness here] Den and I were amused when we saw shirts like these at Cotton On (Aussie pajama and underwear shop we both like :D) selling as 'boyfriend shirts.'

MEHAHAHHA I have my own now!

You can call it ugly if you want, but it's so comfortable that I'll let you call it whatever you want while I lounge around in soft linen bliss not really listening. (The shorts are mine. No, I didn't get round to hijacking his boxers. Yet. He offered, though.)

Got another 3 tees of his but this is my favourite - he used to webby me wearing this while chewing a toothpick (out of habit), looking for all the world like your basic kampung boy. We call it the farmer shirt.

Anyway, Den and I shared a very sisterly moment today in Nando's.

"So, he's trying to kao you one ar? I heard mom saying."

"Already la."

"Oh? You said yes already?"

"Yesterday. Mom likes him."

"Mine also, we have good taste!"

"Good lar. :D"

"HIGH FIVE!"

*piak*

So Den got her doctor who knows the Heimlich (and calls it Helm-Lich) on the 21st of Feb and I got my kampung boy who steals and fries me bacon* (and tells me a week later that he almost ate it cause it smelled too good) on the 16th of Feb.

*He stole the bacon and THEN fried it for me. He doesn't steal steal. Sorry for the confusion. My english has deteriorated, I know.

Perfect. Buahahaha.

Double happiness for mommy?

Or twice the stress?

...Or twice the fun? -_-

Mom already gave me this application form and my bitch (yes that's what I call him and probably what I'll use to refer to him from now on) blanched.

"Please allow 4-6 years for processing?"

Then he just crumbled into laughter. o.O''

*pats my little farmer boy*

So anyway, ironically I'm actually consenting to do this LDR thing - after having previously scoffed at the notion: "Pfft. Dump the boy better la, bring extra baggage overseas for?"

-_- A picture of me is proudly displayed next to the word 'sucker' in the dictionary.

That's my bitch. (:

I don't really mind being a sucker anymore. Heh. Heh. :P

V

So, as you all (or at least, old friends and faithful blog readers) know, yours truly has always been slightly skeptical about Valentine's Day.

I spent last VDay blogging about how I spent my day in college.
The year before about how my class fucked up the system and how I got myself in a shitload of hell from pretentious figures of authority - the post has since been removed due to numerous threats from said figures.
And each year before that mocking how commercialised the day has become and listing down my exact criteria for any potential boyfriend candidates. (Most of them are pretty childish. Hey, I was just a kid in a girl's school who beat boys up as some sort of sick, twisted way to establish leadership.)

I skipped blogging on this year's date altogether, completely abandoning my blogging principles and set out on the morning of that day to have fun. Breakfast, movie, shopping, dinner and clubbing planned to conclude the day.

Only the 4 people who went clubbing with me experienced my full-on drunkedness and the complete lack of inhibition that came with it.

The night was spent in a haze - in the arms of a friend, collapsed on a stool, face down on a table, crouching over the toilet bowl unable to throw up, stumbling through the club in almost into a mirror, hyperventilating and sobbing and chuckling in turns on a bench in the lobby of Sunway hotel, slurring out Viv's number while laughing at the sound of my own voice, spitting up water all over myself laughing, cursing at another friend's incessant vomiting, stumbling to unlock the main door, showering with my head on the bathroom wall and finally collapsing into bed with my heartbeat pounding in my head.

As I mentioned in the previous post, I sat up straight in my bed at 6 something, fighting mild waves of nausea, dizziness and a general sense of confusion.

Well, anyway the post ended as my friend knocked to enter the room.
(I went to the toilet earlier to pee and he smsed me to ask if I was ok and if was puking again. I DID NOT PUKE! He asked if I needed someone to talk to and please let him in to charge his phone.)

Anyhow, I don't let anyone who doesn't know that I blog know that I blog. (Wow, my language skills died. But that's besides the point.) So I closed the window. Lol.

Basically, I spent another 30 mins or so being cajoled to get some rest while I frowned in my chair playing Minesweeper, hoping that the game would make me drowsy so I could finally rest my aching body.

"I am NOT going to sleep. I'm going to SIT here and play Minesweeper until I WIN and THEN I'm going to sleep."

I was scowling as he came over to watch.
Fuck. 2 mines left and it was a 50-50 choice.
With my luck, I watched glumly as the smiley sunglasses minesweeperman face popped up and I had no choice but to stumble back to bed.

"Off the lights please."

I turned my back and promptly shut my eyes to feign sleep.
He texted me again to say goodnight, and being the sucker I was, I made him come back to sit with me. (Kononnya I can't sleep until sunrise - out of habit.)

So he perched on the computer chair while I whined about my aching head.

"I'll use this, ok?"
"Yea sure, whatever. What the fuck, my headache is a bitch."

I didn't even bother to see what he was holding.
I just squirmed irritably and buried my face in my pillow.

"Hey Steph?"
"Whaaaat?"
"Can you half sleep and half do something else?"
"Er, I should think so. Why?"
"Paint for me?"

I sat up.
What the hell, he was holding up my bottle of nail polish.

LOL. I couldn't help laughing when I remembered leaning over the bed before that day, painting his toenails a hideous combination of purple, electric blue, red and copper - in addition to the gold and copper brown his sister did for him when he fell asleep.

"Sure!"

I crawled over and did the shittiest paint job in my entire life, being half asleep and having a monster of a headache and a hangover.

I painted my hair, I painted his fingers, I painted MY fingers. -_-

"Wow, your nails look shitty."
"Hmmm. You missed a spot."
"Where?"
"Right there."
"Oh sorry, can't see."

I gave another half assed swipe of the black nail polish I had forced him to wear the previous day, paiting even more of his index finger before I finally covered the empty patch of nail.

"Nah. Done."
"Thanks Steph."

I snorted in amusement and fell back onto my pillow.

That son of a bitch. My headache was gone.
I stoned happily lying down with my eyes shut against the creeping dawn.

(I have no idea how long) later, he whispered, "good night Steph, please sleep" and exited through the bathroom door back to his room.

I cracked an eye open.
The sun was high and all traces of night was gone.
I fell asleep smiling.

Looking back, I should have known.
I probably was in denial again. My pride sat on its high horse and reigned over all other attempts to reason.

A few times from the time I fell asleep at sunrise until I finally got up at around 3 pm, I woke to the familiar sound of springs - which abruptly ceased whenever I cracked open a sleepy eye to survey my surroundings.

But he was always there, turning my Rubik's cube over and over in his hands, in the line of sight of my one open eye - leaning against the wall next to the adjoining bathroom door, perched on the computer chair with his knees drawn to his neck, toes curled over the edge of the seat.

Yea, it does sounds somewhat stalkerish. o_o

But I swear, it's a really sweet feeling when it's someone whom you trust completely that's the person who's just watching you as you sleep to make sure you don't have to suddenly jump up and run to the toilet bowl puking.

It wasn't until I realised that he'd do almost anything for me - wait for 4 hours just to play with me online, handcarry more than 2 kgs of freshly frozen prawns back from his hometown cause he knew I liked them, let me knife me in CS just because it soothes my nerves, calling me every morning to make sure I don't oversleep, insist on buying everything I wanted (not that I let him after the first couple of times - it mostly concerned food anyway,) paint his fingernails black on one hand and red on the other and attracting stares from everyone on the lrt, sit with a girl out cold from too many drinks, too fast on clubbing night, completely sober, to make sure I was safe and that I constantly had someone beside me to tell me so repeatedly - just to see me smile, that I discovered this scruffy, gangly geek had somehow wormed his way into that cold, barricaded ice cube I considered my heart.

Well.
What the fuck.

Who would've thought?

A few hours ago he broke down and spat everything on his mind out.
An epic mind regurgitation.
I ceased packing and sat down with my handphone in my hand, stunned.

Henry paused and looked up from his game of CS.

"He's smsing you?"
"Uh huh."
"AAHAHHAHA no wonder he keeps dying!"

I managed a weak smile until he turned his attention back to the game.
For a few minutes, I just sat there, blank while he poured his whole heart out.

"Hey, where did he go? He's still texting you?"
"Yeah...but I...don't know where he went."

Even as the texts kept coming through, I was still in denial.
My brain refused to absorb anything he was saying and I crawled into my walk-in closet out of Henry's sight (he was oblivious anyway) and took a few deep, shuddering breaths.

Then I realised how close I was to walking out of his life - like so many others before.

He was already lined up to be the next distant memory crammed into a dusty corner of my mind the moment I left for Australia. And I finally found out the reason behind his sleepy demeanour lately - sleepless nights spent crying over the fact I was leaving.

I didn't believe it until I saw his swollen eyes on the webcam, coupled with the most sheepish - and completely, fucking, heartmeltingly adorable - smile I have ever seen in my entire life.

And then I remembered all his other sleepless nights and subsequent daywalking-zombie stints in the past.

"A clean slate, a fresh start - what could be better?"
"I can't wait to leave this fucking place."
"I am never coming back here."

Each of those statements that I spat out in one of my many raging tempers wounded him.
I never knew. How was I supposed to know?
I mean, he never told me.
Until today.

...

I want him.

He's shorter than me, my sister's age, chinese-educated, has no idea what an oxymoron is (maybe hasn't even heard of it), gels his hair, endlessly teases me about my haircut, is unapproved by my dogs and is a real, bonafide kampung boy.

And I still want him.

He is also a perfect gentleman, has the right mixture of confidence and humility, a natural balance of IQ and EQ, has this contagious smile that I love, acknowledges all my shortcomings yet accepts them, can end one of my spitfire rages just by being there, sends me texts on my silent handphone even though I'm merely 10 feet away just so we can chat without mom noticing and didn't buy me chocolates or flowers nor soft toys for VDay but gave me the best Valentine's ever anyway just by being with me from the moment I woke up that (he called me) until the end of the next day (where I smiled goodbye to him as he exited mom's car at the monorail station - and texted me the second he was out of sight to remind me to rest after that killer night out clubbing.)

And he's all mine.

I'm putting a lot on the line here - my feelings, my pride, my principles. and my love..basically what I live for - to say this:

My heart is officially his to break.

Happy belated Valentine's Day, bitches!

With love - a virtual chocolate heart to celebrate the end of 17 years of skepticism.

-_-

6.27 am. I distinctly remember being extremely drunk a few hours ago.

After barely making it home in time to pee, I had a shower after much insistence from Viv and finally collapsed on my bed in sweet, sweet sleep.

I jolted awake roughly 30 minutes ago and I couldn't sleep again.

Wondering exactly what the fuck I did when my brain was addled.

Is it weird that I'm slouching in my computer chair blogging right before daybreak, knowing full well I'm going to spend the whole day after this nursing a hangover from hell?

At least I didn't throw up.

I mean, I felt like I wanted to and Mona got me to the toilet in time - but I just crouched there stoning for a while before unlocking the door and stumbling back out slightly abashed.

And of course he doesn't believe me when I said I didn't throw up at all. -_-

I'm never going to get drunk again, I swear. High yes, drunk no.

Feels like shit I'm telling you - I was the first one to be dragged out of the club and I spent god knows how long slumped over a table with a killer neckache until the bar shut down and I was dragged back into the club nauseous and dizzy to look for the others.

Anyway, I lost.

Totally lost all sense of inhibition after 6 cups. =_= I could've sworn I've done more and come away high but not drunk.

[Post ended]

Tag

Tagged by Sui Yi

001. Real Name → Yeong Shan Wen, Stephanie

002. Nickname(s)→ Bunnie, Bitch, Wenwen, Stef(fy), Stefan(ia!), Snowbunnie, Snowtoad, Choco, Nie

004. Zodiac Sign → Gemini

005. Male or Female → Female

006. Elementary School → SJK (C) Kuen Cheng

007. Middle School → SJK (C) Chung Hwa

008. High School → SMK Convent Bukit Nanas

009. College School → Taylors University College

010. Hair Color → Brown/Black

011. Long or Short → Now middle length. Possible short (if I get a haircut) or long (if I grow it out)

012. Loud or Quiet → Loud when hyper/angry/excited, quiet otherwise

013. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans

014. Phone or Camera → I have both. But I'd like a better camera. My phone is a bit cranky, (auto restart, lag) but still serves me well. :-)

015. Health Freak → Hello. My username is Chocolate_XD for a reason. Yumms.

016. Drink or Smoke? → Drink. I hate smoke.

017. Do you have a crush on someone? → TVXQ DOLL-LIKE GUY. AHAHHAAH. KC intro me one. ):

018. Eat or Drink → Eat!

019. Piercings → 3

020. Tattoos → None, I don't want one either unless it's temporary.

FIRSTS :

023. First piercing → One hole in each ear when I was 15/16. Forgot.

024. First best friend(s) → Ismail? :D Never had any after that.

025. First award → Erm. Drawing contest in kindy and 3rd place overall? (Also in kindy)

026. First crush → Er. In primary. Let's not name him since I still know him. LOL.

027. First pet → Snowy and Polar. A pair of Spitz(-es)?

028. First big vacation → Beijing. I celebrated my 4th birthday there.

030. First big birthday → The day I was born! =D

CURRENTLY :

049. Eating → Nothing. Just had dinner.

050. Drinking → Water

052. I'm about to → Take a shower/DotA/stone

053. Listening to → Walking Dead - Chester Bennington

054. Plans for today → There's only 50 mins left of today. Refer to question 52.

055. Waiting for → DotA/CS kaki to play with!

YOUR FUTURE :

058. Want kids? → Perhaps. I think at least one. I know last time I didn't...but it could be fun. -_- I can't believe I'm saying this.

059. Want to get married? → SURE. My friend and I even have had our general wedding ideas laid out. LOL. That's KC. :D

060. Careers in mind → Artttttttt. Design/gaming. HOHOHO ^_^

WHICH IS BETTER IN THE BOY/GIRL YOU LIKE?

068. Lips or eyes → I used to say eyes, until I saw totally chewable lips. OMG. I sound horny. ):

070. Shorter or taller? → Taller or at least same height. AHAHA. Too much to ask for?

072. Romantic or spontaneous → Errr. Depends on my mood that day?

073. Nice stomach or nice arms → Nice armsssss. But of course, duwan a potbelly either. -_-

074. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive. I can make enough noise for the both of us.

075. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship.

076. Trouble maker or hesitant → Hesistant. Let me be the troublemaker. :D Okay, not hesitant, but not overeager to nosedive into shit either.

HAVE YOU EVER :

080. Lost glasses/contacts → YES. AHAHHAHA. Vanishing contacts. Geng mou?

081. Ran away from home → No.

082. Held a gun/knife for self defense → No.

083. Killed somebody → Only in games XD

084. Broken someone's heart → Presumably. O_O I never asked him. AHAHA.

085. Been arrested → No.

087. Cried when someone died → Yes.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN :

089. Yourself → Only sometimes. Check my confidence level on that day.

090. Miracles → Yes.

091. Love at first sight → No.

092. Heaven → Still undecided.

093. Santa Claus → Yes! AHAH. Saint Nicholas :D

094 Tooth Fairy → No.

095. Kiss on the first date → Depends on the circumstances.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :

097. Is there one person you want to be with right now → /cough

098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → Not ecstatic, but quite content. :-)

099. Do you believe in God → Yes.

100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people→ No, I'm too lazy.

WHERE IS NUMBER 03? It's driving me crazy! ARGH!

Get your story in order please

Please take this test to check how stressed you are...

The Banana Test

There is a very, very tall coconut tree and there are 4 animals.

King Kong, an ape, an orangutan and a monkey pass by.

They decide to compete to see who is the fastest to get a banana off the tree.

Who do you guess will win?

Your answer will reflect your personality.

Think carefully...

Try and answer within 30 seconds

Got your answer?

Now scroll down to see the analysis.

If your answer is:

Orangutan = you're sick

Ape = you need a break

Monkey = worse, you suppose to be in the hospital right now...

King Kong = I think you better take 1 year's leave...

.......

Why?

A Coconut tree doesn't have bananas!

Obviously you're stressed and overworked.

Take some time off and relax! ☺

_____________________________________________________________

A friend of mine emailed that to me.

Sad to say, I (and Viv I think) were totally mindfucked. Never speed read.

So anyway, KC decide to run his own version of that by me today.

[?] K.C. says:

if a gorrila and a monkey climb up a tree which will get the banana first?

[Stephanie] says:

i thought

it was a coconut tree

XD

[?] K.C. says:

/gg change of plans.

[Stephanie] says:

LOL

[?] K.C. says:

bananas dont go on tree

yuhuu

lol

[Stephanie] says:

they do

actually

._.

LOL

[?] K.C. says:

they do?

[Stephanie] says:

YES

[?] K.C. says:

i tot

plant

[Stephanie] says:

AHHAHA

NO

[?] K.C. says:

WTF

LOL

i owned myself

cibai

LOL

[Stephanie] says:

HAHAH

SOZAI

And the valuable lesson KC just taught you?

Get all your facts straight before you decide throw it in a conversation. ^^''

The problem with chatting behind a screen

At times, sarcasm doesn't show.

[04:58:24] h3nRy| err

[04:58:25] h3nRy| steph

[04:58:25] kamona AHAHAHHAHAHAHA

[04:58:27] h3nRy| do i need bring my

[04:58:29] Chocolate_XD -_-

[04:58:32] h3nRy| shampoo ?/

[04:58:33] h3nRy| LOL

[04:58:38] Chocolate_XD yea

[04:58:39] kamona sozai

[04:58:40] Chocolate_XD my house

[04:58:41] Chocolate_XD bo shampoo

[04:58:44] h3nRy| okay

[04:58:45] Chocolate_XD thats why my hair so awful

[04:58:45] kamona AHAHAHAHHAHA

[04:58:47] h3nRy| HOW U WASH

[04:58:48] Chocolate_XD ):

[04:58:49] h3nRy| OMG

[04:58:50] Chocolate_XD soap

[04:58:55] h3nRy| FOR HAIR ?

[04:58:56] kamona walao?

[04:58:56] Chocolate_XD yea

[04:58:57] h3nRy| WTF

[04:59:00] kamona DONT DO THAT

[04:59:01] h3nRy| GO BUY SHAMPOO LAR

[04:59:04] h3nRy| later ur hair spoil

[04:59:05] kamona IT HURTS UR HAIRRRRR

[04:59:06] h3nRy| ye

[04:59:06] Chocolate_XD i'm kidding -_-

[04:59:08] Chocolate_XD wtf.

[04:59:08] h3nRy| yes.

[04:59:09] h3nRy| LOL

[04:59:11] Chocolate_XD you two sama stupid

[04:59:11] h3nRy| HAHAHAHAHAHA

[04:59:15] h3nRy| mona

[04:59:15] kamona ..............

[04:59:16] Chocolate_XD omg -_-

[04:59:17] h3nRy| we trust her

[04:59:21] kamona i dint

[04:59:21] kamona lol

[04:59:22] h3nRy| she say we stupid

[04:59:23] h3nRy| :((

[04:59:23] Chocolate_XD LOL

[04:59:24] h3nRy| WTF

[04:59:25] h3nRy| bb

[04:59:26] Chocolate_XD cover cover

[04:59:27] kamona im just explaining

[04:59:28] kamona AHAHAHAHHA

[04:59:33] [System Message] h3nRy| has left this room

[04:59:38] kamona lol?

[04:59:38] Chocolate_XD A(@*$^(@

Henry's coming to stay with me next weekend.
:D

Now everytime he makes fun of me, I threaten to throw him out of the house to sleep with my dogs.