Just came back from Kota Kinabalu, where my oldest cousin finally married his high-school sweet heart. *dreamy sigh*

The wedding was done Western-style - the ceremony and dinner was supposed to be held on the beach, but alas!

Stormy weather!

So we had it indoors but it was amazing nonetheless. :)

Awwww it was so romantic la...makes me wish my wedding day would come earlier. *__* Which probably explained why I was the only person who chased after the bride's bouquet after her toss missed the whole crowd of girls.

My aunt picked it up, intending to hand it to my sister, but since I eagerly ran forward she gave it to me and I hoisted it high in triumph!

Kidding. I just took a picture with the bride, who proclaimed that her wedding dress was now mine to wear for my own wedding. WOW! I love the dress, its so pretty *__*

Afterwards, the bride and groom and some of the guests (40 people only) got a little bit high and started dancing and doing some raunchy stuff.

OH and they had the garter-removing ceremony that I like so much! Traditionally, the bride wears a garter (a band of fabric normally used to hold stockings up) around her thigh underneath her wedding gown. After the wedding, the groom is supposed to slide the garter of her leg with his teeth, signifying the end of the bride's virginity. *__*

My other cousin whispered to me that she could see her pepet and that luckily she had a brazilian wax WTF HAHA. Then the bride pula was saying really loudly that she wasn't wearing a bra etcetc WTF I dowanna get high on my wedding wei!

Anyway after that someone stuffed the removed garter down the front of the groom's pants and the bride had to remove it with her teeth. AHAHA looks so obscene, and it took so long too -______-

After that the groom did a lap dance for the bride where he unbuttoned his shirt before finishing it. Then the 80-year-old grandma shouted:

"THAT'S IT? TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!"

LOLOL what la these people rawkzors la. 80-years-old wei, no joke.

Entahlah, but I really enjoyed the wedding la, it's so much more fun that the usual waiting-forever-for-the-next-dish-to-come, 150 yamsengs from 150 tables and the old fart karaoke session at the end.

Did I mention we had barbeque dinner? Oh yes, lamb with mint gravy and cheese-stuffed sausages. I LOVE I LOVE YES YES!

Okay, I want my wedding to be something like this one la. :D:D:D

Pretty pretty family pic ^__^ Yes the dress code was white - I'm going to have a dress code for my wedding too so watch out la. I'm going to make you all dress as HoN heroes or in a CS outfit of your choice to celebrate how Sam and I met - through gaming ~_~

HAHA just kidding. But maybe la. See first. :P

Very long random but INTERESTING post (Heh. Heh.)

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!

Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

GG. I'm doomed!

Oh well. Anyway it says in the 9th and final circle of hell we will be frozen eternally with our eyes and mouth shut.

Isn't that better than the 8th circle where we get burned, torn apart, boiled, inflicted with horrible diseases and wade around in puddles of shit?

???

I mean, I think I'd rather be cold than tortured lo. But I'd much rather have neither. :)

Anyway, I found that test while reading Xiaxue's archives. I was bored and those wu liao sites like Perez and IMMD weren't updated and I was hunting for interesting stuff to read so I went to read her archives lo.

Although I may not agree with everything she says, I really love her sense of humour and her opinions and blablabla.

Whatever.

Better than all the shitty commercial bloggers nowadays. Who wants to read 2342 PROFESSIONAL bloggers with their SHINY DSLRs blogging about their VIP All-American Rejects concert experience, basically sucking on their asses even though some of those uncles have probably never heard of the band prior to this concert.

Bah. I complain so much. Maybe I'm just jealous because they have 5239x the amount of readers and hits and have sponsors and all that shit.

NOT.

I'd much rather be writing about myself than getting paid and looked up to for reporting on stuff that they were paid (or felt obliged to their readers) to.

*frown*

Anyway, today I went to some games convention with Jimmy at the Royal Exhibition Building - a mere 5 mins walk away else I wouldn't have woken up at 12 to walk to some bloody faroff place.

DAMN SAD LA.

The convention was from Friday to today (Sunday) and when my sis went on Saturday she got like a shitload of free stuff - T-shirts, hugeass bigger-than-A1 posters, handphone holders, dogtags and that kind of cool geek stuff.

What did I get today?

Erm. I bought 11 Desktop: magazines for 20 bucks which I am SO HAPPY ABOUT (finally I have something to read!) but the point is I didn't get any free stuff.

SIGH.

I walked passed an anime mag stall and the guy was like waving at me to come over but I didn't want to so I tried walking past indifferently but he was holding out a magazine which I thought was free (NOT) and decided to layan him when all I wanted to do is grab free stuff and go.

Hi, do you like anime?

Err no, eh yes, um maybe. I mean I do watch anime but I'm not some huge fan or something. I only watch if my friends watch with me (NOT TRUE. I watch anime with my mom HA.) So is this a magazine stall?

Yea. This is blablabla magazine which has blablabal stuff and blablabalbaalbalbalbal...if you buy it here you can even get a poster free! /gestures to Full Metal Alchemist poster

-lost interest the moment I found out it wasn't free but decided to make small so as not to appear like a cheap cheena girl coming to collect free stuff only- ERRR so what anime do you recommend?

FMA is really good.

Watched already.

-he ignores me and goes on- You can watch it online at blablablabaldotcom...

Hey, I have the full set of DVDs at home -_-

HUH? I thought you said you don't like anime?

I said, I watch it with my friends.

Oh...-starts chatting-

AHH. Anyway I came here to look around and play with stuff, byebye thank you! -smiles sweetly and waves-

Shit. Wasted 2 mins of my time.

Watched a 1v1 CS Source tourney and some 13 or 14 year old looking boy (Pixel) beat the crap out of much older teenage/adult guy (Dewal? Dewan? Donno don't care.)

See? We cannot be ageist. I see some ppl scolding younger players online telling them, go sleep la, past your bedtime. Don't come here and be a noob etcetc.

I forgot what point I was going to make.

Anyway I don't like CSS as I complained to my bf that it is damn fake and easy to kill/die. 2 far range shots from the AK to and armored body also can die.

One headshot from DAMN DAMN far by some ciplak gun also die. Cheepet! So easy to kill, play what?

Then Sam owned me by saying, eh, real life you kena one bullet to head also die. What fake la?

-silence-

Okay. Whatever. CSS is for graphic-loving sissies! Play 1.6!

Eh. Bf habis the Dante's Inferno test also.

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

*The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 8 times.

The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge

[Stephanie] says:

ME TOO

ok

we're together

*___*

Meh. Such a cavalier attitude towards eternal damnation. Too bad I don't believe that a fictionalised test on a website with shitty graphics can dictate my fate after I die.

But nvm. As long as we're together. :D That's how much I sayang him, ahaha.

Anyway, at the convention there was a cosplay competition and there was an angmoh girl dressed up in this lace-up corset dress thing and HOLY SHIT BIG BOOBIES ALERT!

As she walked down the stage they started bouncing joyfully, happily accentuated and squeezed obscenely by those black laces.

Boingboingboing.

I see fat rippling on the surface of her boobs.

I think one boob is the size of my head.

O_O

And as she descended from the stage, grinning happily (SMUG BITCH I KNOW YOU GOT BIG BOOBS LA T__T) the WHOLE CROWD (97% male) turned and followed her movement down the stage.

HAHA.

Like a school of tetras at the fish shop following the movement of your hand when you swipe it across the tank.

Admit it, you enjoy doing that right? Watching those dirt-sized-brain school of fish following you brainlessly (I know that makes no sense) as you gloat smugly over your superior intelligence.

Well, that's probably the feeling that Ms.BigBouncyBoobs gets when she prances around proudly displaying her god-given (gene-given?) assets.

And I don't blame her.

I get the same kick when I run around in minishorts and girls are glaring hatefully at my legs (which I think are really too skinny and bony and spotty to be sexy but girls with self-proclaimed thunderthighs still get jealous of them so I like them) while old men (and some young HEH HEH) stare lustily.

Ha.

I don't care if you think I'm some hiao ah lian dressing skimpily to try and cow (kao) guys - I have Sam already ok that's all I need.

Or that I managed to attract my boyfriend by flashing 10 excessive inches of thigh. Go die la.

If you must know, when we were in the cowing phase I went out with him with greasy uncombed hair and unshaved legs and guys t-shirts and hideously baggy house pants that I used to adore when I was 11.

If you don't believe me I have photographic evidence la:

HAHA. FUCKING UGLY D: Some Thailand t-shirt and ah beng shorts! See those 2 lenglui next to me? Miniskirt, tight jeans, tight top. Wtf I epicfailed.

See? When I wanna cow guys I dress damn horribly. So that I know that it's not my appearance in any way that they are falling for and mistaking for true love.

Some may argue that CHEH this is not paktor also, going out out with friends ma (albeit with the guy I want.)

But you ask him la, went we paktor what kind of shitty stuff I wear. Don't even wash my oily face before I go out. GG.

Anyway, before you start thinking that I look that horrible all the time, here's a normal, pretty picture of me with my big big anime eyes, petite nose and cute kissable lips:

HAHAHA!

Mac's photo booth is a horrible, horrible application D: *feigns distress*

I digress.

Although I still think I'm not pretty and cute and feminine, there are some days where I go OH THANK GOD I DON'T LOOK LIKE HER! Which appears to be very bitchy but I'll bet that most of you do it too - you just deny it.

:o

I mean which guy wants to look at Rowan Atkinson and think OH he's so handsome I wish I was born with a stunning face like his!

Or any girl looking at Jocelyn Wildenstein and saying OH what a beauty!

Surely you're thinking somewhere deep down inside (or really not that deep):

THANK GOD I'M NOT HER.

There you go. Hypocritessssss.

OHHHHHH I almost missed the point I wanted to make.

So I was talking about big-boobied girl and telling my bf that these few days I've seen so many angmoh girls walking around with no bra!

Yes I know it's hot, but please! Us girls inferior in the chest area do not want to see your succulent, rippling globes of sexy fat!

I know guys will surely love it but! But! But!

HOW CAN YOU NOT WEAR YOUR BRA OUTTTT D:

On that note, I was rushing out to meet my sis at Safeway for grocery shopping. I grabbed the trolley, locked the front door and rushed down the stairs.

Then the wind blew and I felt rather chilly.

Something was not right.

I looked down and GASP! I FORGOT TO WEAR MY BRA!

WHAT THE FUCK!

-scurries back up to put it on-

My boyfriend was laughing like hell.

Damn.

Complain about ppl then sendiri also buat. -_______________-

But I think my boobs are small enough to go unnoticed if I really wore no bra out lor.

Summore wearing black t-shirt.

Geez.

-_-

Okay. This post is too bloody long already.

Good night :)

6 months :D:D

Yes we made it! Sounds like a long, hard journey doesn't it?

Well, it was. Long and hard and emotional.

And I'm making myself sound overly dramatic again. :/

Happy 6 months together Sammy! <3

He's currently employed by my mommy, working 12 hours a day at Pavilion selling jewellery. I'm really happy that he has a job now, even if it's only for a month. Although I'm battling anxiety attacks over the fact that I'm going to spend time with him online only once a week now, I know it's great that he's getting on his feet :')

All this makes me wonder what it'll be like at the end of the year when he has probably found a steady job and will be working from 9 to 5.

It never occurred to me that I won't be able to spend as much time with him as I did in those 2 blissful weeks in July. :| It also never occurred to me that our 5 year age gap meant that he will be working already while I'm still studying and immersed in assignments.

Will we have enough time for each other?

I would really like to be selfish and have both of us stay up til wee hours in the morning just to see each other - bad enough that we're physically 7000km apart, but to be emotionally cut off would be devastating for me.

Sadly, I can't allow myself to be selfish. After all, I have a responsibility as a daughter to do the best I can in my studies and not waste mom's money sending me to Melbourne to study by choosing to talk to my boyfriend over assignments.

And I cannot let him stay up late to the point where he has insufficient sleep and feel miserable and the job, and perhaps eventually fall sick.

I cannot I cannot.

I mustn't be selfish. :(

Now I'm just praying that somehow we'll both be happy, even with only a few hours we have together. I think I'm just taking it too hard because over the past 6 months I have grown accustomed to his company.

Now I find it hard, or awkward, to strike up a conversation with others. Perhaps I've been too lost in my little cloud of bliss and forgot how to live my life as me - as an individual.

It strikes me as pathetic that I can't go a single day without seeing him without feeling miserable.

I love him so much, even more with each passing day, but it is vital that I find myself again.

I hope that his one month stint as a salesman will teach me to be independent once again. :)

After all, he didn't fall in love with a needy, clingy girl. I am determined to return to the person I was when I met him - secure, emotionally stable and ABLE to have fun without taking everything too seriously.

Hehe. I'm doing this because I love you Sam. I hope you will support me while I hunt for my former self. I know I've been an emotional hurricane recently and god knows I'm feeling extremely confused and panicky over things I'm not even sure about.

In the past 6 months, you have been the best boyfriend - better than anything I have ever fantasized about having, and I want to reciprocate this by being myself - the one you fell in love with and not some creepy, warped version of her.

I don't want you to feel cheated :)

Long-distance is wearing me down, but it will never break me.

Because you are so much more significant than a paltry 7000 km.

You mean the world to me and I do love you that much. :D

You still have my heart.

Happy 6 months baby.

4 months!

:D No I'm counting up not counting down, like KC says.

Yes we've gaduh-ed before.

Yes I've sulked.

Yes I've been a selfish bitch.

And yes I still love him muchmuchmuchiessssssss :D

I still remember when I used to semi-stalk queenofpain in CS and I'm sure he remembers meeting itu snowbunnie in the zombie mods.

Kinda of funny to think that when we first heard about each other I thought he was a girl and he thought I was a guy. :D:D

Internet does wonders for obscuring one's identity.

Meh.

Love you bitch. :)

Watching you sleep makes me giggle like a 13-year-old girl with a crush on her senior. D:

:)

116 days since I last hugged and kissed you.

18 days until I next hug and kiss you!

XD I can't wait until the gangly girl with the imba temper goes out with the shyshy geek with the even more imba temper.

Nananana chocolates and CS and goleks :)

Happy goleking time!

Okay I'm rambling almost incomprehensibly like a primary schoolgirl again. D:

You made me that way :o

Aw blush. -^_^-

4 am and you have yet to make a sound in your sleep.

:/ I wanna hear something in return for all the snores I gave you!

Heehee.

Good night. :)

Update

Hello again. I've been contemplating abandoning this blog but I suddenly have an urge to babble. And so I abandon the idea of abandoning my blog.

Today I was amazed at how well I can control my temper now.

I spent hours on the comp last night editing parts of my group english assignment. 2 of my group members - Jimmy and Lala - had already given me their parts long long ago.

The only person I was waiting on was the person who asked for a favour - to let him join our group. We were dubious at first, but there wasn't really a strong reason to reject him- then.

Oh. I really regretted that.

For 5-6 weeks, we had been researching and compiling data to write a 500 word report with citations and references. We handed in the draft a couple of weeks ago.

His was returned, and the lecturer said NO NO NO this is all wrong. It was off topic! So we had discussions. Yes. Numerous discussions.

Fast forward two weeks and I was sitting at my computer being fed BULLSHIT about how his computer had a virus, MS Word wasn't updated, internet was shitty, he was not used to using Mac BLABLABLA...all pure fucking bull.

All I wanted was his 500 words - ON topic - with citations and references. No problem, the rest of us had already told him that we would write the summary, intro and conclusion as well as do the cover, layout and table of contents ALTHOUGH it was GROUP work.

So yeah, there I was, at misnight last night almost heaving a fit over the fact that I had yet to see ANYTHING he had researched and written over the past 5 weeks.

Finally, he sent me his report.

I read it and it was:

- Off-topic

- Citations were all wrong

- References were not done

- Grammatical mistakes everywhere even though he speaks English fluently

- Format wrong

- PLAGIARISED.

And it was LATE.

I asked him very calmly where his references were.

And THEN he tells me, OH I THINK I GAVE YOU THE WRONG REPORT.

...

Then he went offline.

...

......

..............................................................

I made Jimmy call him and he promised to show up today during our FINAL english class to finish off his part.

And surprise, surprise. No sign of the retarded asshole.

1.5 hours into the class, where I was fuming silently and finishing up the assignment. He calls me and says that he was at NGV doing his gallery review - which was due later in the day and should have been done days ago - and that he sent me his second version of his part.

I said ok and hung up.

Then I told the lecturer that he had just sent me his second part...AFTER I've finalised the assignment.

And then I told the lecturer that I didn't give a shit about him any more and that I was NOT going to do his bloody work for him and he can fail for all I care, taking all of us with him.

*insert heavenly music here*

My lecturer said she completely agreed.

Let him fail, he deserves it.

His shit will not affect our marks, but the group mark for compiling the whole thing will still be awarded to him.

I let my displeasure be known and Raz told me she had the same problem with her groupmate. Amanda too.

How fucking fair is it that we lose marks because of HIS shoddy work, and he gains marks for OUR effort?

Fuck group work.

I've always hated it.

=___________=

Rant over.

Amanda and Jimmy said my face and tone of voice was pretty much furious although in a very calm way. I didn't raise my voice at all!

I'm so proud of myself.

:/

Apart from that fucking asshole who does not deserve to be named - (I hope he gets and STD and has itchy testicles for the rest of his life. Padan muka for fucking around and not taking responsibility for group work.) - I'm pretty happy with life here actually.

:) /strained smile

My beloved boyfriend finally got tired of my grandmotherly nagging and called people up to get an interview.

Calling on Monday.

Interview on Tuesday.

Hired on Wednesday.

SIBEH PRO LA!

So happy for him :D

I'm also happy because I went shopping at DFO Spencer Street yesterday and got a pair of sunnies! Cheap ones - only 12.50 but they don't look cheap at all. :X

Also got a yellow skirt, a white skirt, shiny stretchy rockstar leggings that I can wear as pants and a t-shirt that says I love FUN. :D

Sunnies = 12.50

Skirt = 5 each

Leggings = 5

Tee = 5

DAMN CHEAP LA WTF I'M A PRO SHOPPER!

Laaalalalala...

Also had a wicked birthday party on Friday. Had my classmates over and Lala got drunk after half a Bacardi and 2 shots of Absolut. =___=??

Squirming and the floor begging for another shot.

ONE MORE SHOT PLEASE

PLEEEEEASE MANDAH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

I rolled over in my bed where I had just fallen asleep and said:

"No more alcohol for Shella."

HALF? HALF? JUST HALF! PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEEEEASEEEE

All this while red in the face and kicking around my bedroom floor.

Hilarious. XD

Oh. I fell asleep cause I was pretty much high - had beer and Bacardi and 3 consecutive shots. Sammy asked me to go to my room so I can hear him on the phone and after giggling and babbling and being obscene I couldn't get off the bed.

It was just so fucking comfortable.

My head was spinning and I couldn't walk straight, but I could still get up and talk normally when my friends came in to sleep. =_=

My common sense never abandons me. :/

No fun la.

I leapt out of my bed and puked in the toilet.

:D

No more shot after shot after shot thanks. :(

It just feels so good to feel your throat burninggggggggggggggggggggggg XD

Haiya. I feel like doing my textile design already.

It's 8 degrees out there and my fingers are numb.

If you want a post with pictures - jangan harap.

Go to my facebook if you want visual representation of what's going on in my life now.

Tata.

Happy 2-month anniversary :D

Heh heh.

Hi 5 baby! We made it, no sweat. :)

It was around 2.30 am on the 16th of February where one Lo Chang Sam asked me to be his girlfriend.

Before then, I had doubts about long-distance relationships. I even told people I'd rather break up than leave the country tied-down to someone with no way to continue the relationship through other means besides phone calls, video calls and msn.

So, it was rather shocking (to myself) when I found myself saying yes, yes I will be your girlfriend. o_O Having a mere 4 days for us to familiarize ourselves to being in a relationship, I had no clue what we'd do when we were 7000 km away from each other.

Can I hold his hand and go shopping?
Nope.

Can I sleep on his shoulder in the cinema?
Nope.

Can I go to Ftz to play CS with him?
Definitely no.

So you may ask, what's the point in a LDR if we can't date or do all those couply things?

Well. I found out that there is more to a relationship than the courting phase.

As for Sam and I, we kinda compressed that whole thing into the week before I left for Melbourne. However, the whole getting-to-know-each-other thing had already been carried out online since November.

People have asked me, what on EARTH do we talk about from dinnertime to 7 am in the morning? Er, I don't really know. Is there supposed to be a standard agenda when we conduct our nightly chats?

But yes, over time I had fallen for this skinny geek with the sexiest piece of asslessness I have ever seen (cue: barf from audience) and yes, I am 100% happy that he is my boyfriend now.

As for the standard problems that come with a LDR, I guess those can be overcome if both parties work at it.

Insecurity?
Errrrrrrr, I have no doubts that my boy will stay faithful to me. Call me stupid, but I trust him fully and have no problems sleeping at night. :D

And he said, though rather unhappily, that I can flirt with any guy I want if it makes me happy. I don't feel guilty, as long as he knows I only love him, hehe. I DON'T FLIRT btw.

Being unable to see each other?
HA. Problem wiped out since the webcam was invented.
Hi baby. Eat my internet quota, I don't care. :D

Also, my boy has spent tons of money on phonecalls to me that I really feel very guilty especially since Skype is free. -_- Wtf I'm such a bitch. But everytime I know he's calling I can't help but pick up T________________T

Won't pick up your calls already la baby.

Hugs and kisses?
Ha. We just have to be content with the few memories we have and look forward to JULYYYYY.


Nomnom. I wanna chew him right now. ):

So anyway, this post is to commemorate the 2-month anniversary of our somewhat conventional relationship and surviving almost the whole of those 2 months 7000km apart.

We met each other on Garena near the end of last year.
He thought I was a guy and I thought he was a girl. Fine and dandy.

A mutual friend acquaintance, Bryan, told Sam that I was a girl when we were playing together on the now defunct CS zombie server.

We started chatting online regularly while playing until daybreak, every day. (He just graduated and I was fresh out of college.)

The sms relationship started one early morning around 4 am, where Sam, being the charming boy he is, texted me, telling me that he was hunched over a toilet bowl in a club puking his guts out.

Yea, attractive right.

He should've known that I'd already put him on my hit list when I didn't blow my top at him for messaging me randomly at 4 freaking am. I found it rather amusing instead.

The verbal relationship eventually resulted in our first meeting on the 7th of December.

Jk picked both of us up and we had dinner at the mamak store outside my house. Which I paid for. HA. I'm such a gentlewoman.
After that we went to Ftz to play CS and DotA. This was also the first time met Henry :D


Sam got sick in the car, or so Jk and I THOUGHT.

I knew he was prone to throwing up (again, so attractive O_O) and I thought he got carsick.
But just a few weeks ago he told me that what really happened was that he was just dying to pee.

Oh well.
Inconsequential errors.

The night ended with my first gift from my future (I didn't know it then!) boyfriend - my very first set of gaming headphones. Hi fishy :D

Sorry don't have a better pic at the moment.

Without sleeping that night, I flew straight to Australia the next morning for my sister's graduation. And I DID miss the carsick/needtopee Mona for those 3 weeks I was away.

x_x

Well. I ended up asking him out a few times at the end of January and early February just cause, well, you won't know what you've missed if you never tried it, right?

And from the 'few times' mentioned above, it's obvious that I really enjoyed his company. :D

Of course, neither of us dared to admit it. -_-

We spent Valentine's Day watching Slumdog Millionnaire and eating KFC with Henry. The night ended with me getting pissedface drunk at Cocobanana and chewing his whole head off on the dancefloor (yes, embarassing yet precious memory.) Believe them when they say alcohol gives you temporary courage boosts. (Or boosts of recklessness, whichever you may prefer to see it as.)

We went home and I spent the first couple of hours passed out on my bed before waking up to pee. Sam, who was next door making sure drunken Henry didn't do anything stupid, heard me (sweet. He heard me peeing.) and texted me to ask if I was ok and could he come over to my room for a while?

I said ok. And that's when I spent god knows how long perched on my computer chair playing freecell and minesweeper while trying to pretend nothing just happened earlier.

My mind was so clear by then (my body processes alcohol fast) I could already finish Minesweeper on expert with no difficulties.

To cut a long story short, I continued to act like nothing happened and eventually fell asleep while HE perched on the computer chair and watched me sleep.

24 hours later, he finally got the guts to ask me to be his girlfriend. I guess he interpreted me headbutting his spectacles off and making him drag me to the toilet to throw up as an encouraging sign that he would not be rejected this time.

And he was right.

I had fallen for him in a big way and he knew it. And vice versa. He giggles like a girl and I swear like a boy so it was perfect.

Some of you may be skeptical to find that he asked me to be his after a very drunken night out, but it wasn't like that. That night was just a result of months of slowly falling for each other and a healthy (ok maybe not) dose of alcohol. On my part. He barely drank, thanks to me. -_-

But yes, I care for him a lot and I know he does too. (Care for me, not him.) So I guess that's all it takes for a long-distance relationship to work.

I love him. He loves me.

Yay. :D

My sister was lucky, she studied in the same college as bf #1, lived together with bf #2 and now lives a 2-minute walk away from bf #3.

): I live an 8 hour flight away from mine.

But I might as well be sitting right next to him every night with my webcam and skype on. I am now hearing him doing his girly giggle as he watches the same video of a pig getting his balls caught on barbed wire for the 3928468235th time. (Watching the video, not the pig getting its balls caught.)

You should watch it. It's the kind of guy humour that I can appreciate. (Though I feel extremely cruel and sadistic laughing at a poor pig's misfortune.)

Sigh. I miss my baby. Gonna pounce on him and kiss him at the airport right after I give mommy a big big hug. :D Yes, my mom is such a good sport. I kissed him goodbye at the airport the night I left for Melbourne and she pretended she didn't see a thing.

Yay for mommy. :) Don't know if she saw our cao mei though. HAHA. Wonder what she has to say about that.

Rarrrrr. I miss you so much Sammy. Good job making it through these 2 months! Hi 5, bitch! :D

Amanda's Birthday surprise

:D

Last night, after having dinner with Jen and Shella at Ying Thai, we walked down to A'Beckett Street and Jimmy let us into the building. He stays 3-4 doors away from Amanda and the building is shut at 11pm so we had to camp in his room for slightly over an hour, waiting for midnight.

Oh my God, his room was filthy. He insisted that it was none of his mess - his roommate is a complete slob.

There were dirty socks on the floor, a half-eaten pack of biscuits on the TV, 3 empty coffee stained cups on the table, an shiny oily-looking mess on the chair (God knows what it really is) that was partially mopped up by a Melbourne city brochure and left there...

Add to the fact that the hall + dining is only roughly 8x8 feet...that's a whole lot of mess for one small area.

Well anyway, I asked Jimmy to play DotA so I can watch.

He had to take a phone call outside so he asked me to use his hero for a moment.

Less than a minute later, he returned to find his Level 7 Akasha fresh out of respawn. HAHA.

Oh well. At 12, I have to give him the props for being able to leave his game with minimal insistence to go and knock on Amanda's room door to ask her to come out into the corridor where Jen, Shel and I were hiding behind a pillar holding the cake.

Lol, we half mumbled-half sang the lamest rendition of the birthday song ever - the neighbours were probably asleep and we were rather tonedeaf too.

Hehe. We cut and ate the cake in her apartment and Jen, Shel and I walked home at around 1.30 am.

Wow. I am never doing that again man.

Even for a friend's birthday and I'm with 2 other girls, it's OBVIOUSLY not safe in Melbourne. We passed about 4 pubs and they were full of noisy tipsy/drunk people.

If that wasn't enough to make us nervous, a group of guys in a taxi that passed us on the sidewalk began howling and catcalling and yelling propositions. =_=

It was dark and we were alone and God knows if they'd pull over and ...

We reached the end of the sidewalk and waited for the light to cross, and I made the mistake of looking back to check if they were still around. And they were waiting at the traffic light also.

The guys began signalling us to come over with their fingers and when I gave my bitchface and looked away they began laughing and barking. BARKING. Oh God, how uncivilsed can you get?

Contemplated flipping them the finger, but that just seemed too childish and who knows if they might take is as an invitation or an offence and come over and ...

I wish my Sammy were here. :(

In a tense silence, Shella and Jen walked me back to my apartment, thank God I asked them to and they agreed. After the barking incident, they asked me if they could stay overnight at my place.

I insisted that they must. =_= If we felt so insecure when there were 3 of us, how about those 2 alone? Not to mention that they are really small and look so vulnerable. T_T At least, if a guy takes a look at me he might think again - what would one of these legs might feel upon a hard impact on his groin?

Shella, however, reaches about my chin and has a 14-year-olds face.

No way la anyone would let her walk home alone.

So Jen slept on my couch (cause she WANTED to - she said it was really cozy) and Shella fell asleep Facebooking on a beanbag on the floor.

Never never never walking out again after 11 without a guy's presence. :(

Anyway Amanda's roommate had the cheek to ask if her EX-boyfriend could stay over IN their room for TWO weeks.

Of course, it's also because Amanda and her other flatmates couldn't say no that it really happened.

The guy arrived and Amanda had her most sleepless night ever since arriving in Melbourne (I'm just assuming here, but it's very likely.) Imagine going to bed at 1 am, and being unable to fall asleep until 4, because a very, er, vigorous couple was ROCKING the freaking bed for HOURS doing God-knows-what in the presence of their underaged roommate.

Amanda shares a double-decker bed with her roomie and sleeps on the top bunk. Enough said about the rocking.

In addition to the rocking, throw in some dirty talk about her boobs and him playing with them...it totally adds up to a sleepless night for poor Amanda.

The irony is that the busy couple fell asleep BEFORE exhausted Amanda. -_-

But then she should really learn to speak up lor. If it were me, I'd have chased them the hell out of the room already. Or actually, he wouldn't have even stepped foot into the apartment in the first place. -_- Get a hotel la, cheapo.

If you can fly all the way from Malaysia just to cheat on your girlfriend with your ex, you definitely can afford to book a motel and do your dirty deeds there.

-_- Sohai.

Anyway, I told Amanda to report this to the building supervisor and she was really hesistant as she 'didn't want to be the bad guy,' so I sighed and offered to do it for her, if the roommate refused to move out the following night.

We went back to the apartment and she packed her bags to stay a night at my place, while I stayed in the hall and gave my passive bitchstare to her roommate and boyfriend.

At least they got the point. They started a whispered conversation - parts of which I could hear - and when Amanda finished packing they told her that they'll get a hotel room for the rest of his stay.

VICTORY!

What a bitch though. She gave Amanda this really spiteful glare and asked her if she 'said anything' downstairs to the supervisor. Of course, we hadn't done it yet so she said no and the roommate says 'OH I'm just checking' and gives us another of those horrible stares.

Slut. -_-

Shel, Jen and Amanda all agreed that if a couple ever sleeps in the same room, they will have sex for sure lo. Of course, I can argue otherwise but I was just too lazy to share details with people I've known only for a couple of months.

Let's just say having your boyfriend kiss your forehead, tuck your blanket around you and watch you sleep is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. I love you baby :D

So anyway, we were supposed to go shopping with Amanda today - it's her birthday! But I feel exhausted - cramps =_= and Shel just reached home from church and Jen is nowhere to be found.

Sigh. I feel a bit bad lor. But Amanda's going out for ice cream with her other flatmates so that's good that she's not alone on her bday. :)

To end the post, camwhoring pictures with the Apple webcam in our New Media lab.

Taktaupaisehness is an acquired skill.