my blog is so all over the place. i haven’t even put up pics on kinabalu yet! *heh*
I rushed like CRAZY to the train station on Fri night. I’ve never packed like the way i did that day. I just THREW in clothes and things into my bag with no arrangement whatsoever. Ran outside, jumped into the car with my Dad and uncle.
“oh shit” – me “what… you forgot something..” – daddy “yA….” oh noooo i forgot my low cut bra lemme think lemme think… ok ok i can wear the oTHER dress NoooOO i can’t that one’s for the dinner!! “We have to go back!” “No time la” – uncle “….” “no i reALLY need it… i need this bra for this dress…” “Don’t wear la then…” “You must joking…*has thoughts of nipple-visibility through thin dress*…. nOOO!!” “Buy new one lor” “Thanks Tan. Make me spend more money!”
So we had to turn back after my whining. Girls. Such pests ey.
Then we rushed to my cousin’s house. Where i flew out of the car into….
Ankle deep mud. GREAT. Just gREAT. I hurriedly washed my feet while my uk aunt yelled at us three “Go back just for the bra?! i told you i’ll BUY her the bloody bra!!” “Ey joyce. you only got one bra ar?” – another uncle.
We didn’t miss the train. And there were bra jokes whole night.
I woke up awfully early on Thursday to potter around kl with my aunt, uncle and cousin. We went to klcc. My aunt got me a new book in kinokuniya *YAY!* I was hovering over so many not knowing which to choose… In the end i got Brick Lane by Monica Ali.
Then we went to kl tower for lunch.
* I went to class with a stomach full of steak smoked salmon seafood and white wine i was having insane thoughts in class must’ve been the wine were my cheeks red? oh dear i hope not
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I was happily running around Zok last night i’m calling it Zok cos my dad said so and it sounds funny or so i think *cough* It’s my playground I’m officially proclaiming Ryan
one of the best dancers i know Slut danced with Mary We share the same groove Vodka, Flamings and Whiskey Is vely the good
I left at 2 cos Aaron was sick Boyfriends are such pests in one’s social life At times Oh dear I shouldn’t be writing stuff like that for him to read He usually doesn’t go to Ghetto Heaven I said i’d dirty dance with him if he did So he went I danced And he got a stomachache
Pfft…*
I’m off to Spore tonight Fun fun fun… But i *will* miss my slut
Wednesday = Family Day So is Tues, Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun…
My aunt wanted to use the bathroom in my house. “ooh… let’s see how tidy your room is then!” *trots upstairs* “erm… er…” oh shit
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“ohmYgoD! This is AWFUL Joyce!” argh. knew that was coming.. “You should have seen it 2 weeks ago. It was worse.” Thanks dad. “eargH… all this rubbish!” what rubbish…? “yeah i know, a real eco-disaster isn’t it.” My dad is an environmentalist. Hence the term. “Oi!” this is an unfair alliance… *silence for awhile* “This is Nick’s room” Why, this is alright!” growl
I had an excellent chinese lunch with my family at The Magic Wok. FuYO… i don’t usually eat an extravagant lunch. It’s usually dinner.
I *had* to be the one to direct my grandmother and her friend to the restaurant. Imagine me. In the car. With two old ladies who speak only chinese. And *i* can’t. Torture……………………. The plan was for them to follow my dad’s car. They chatted so much (you know la, aunties) the aunty drove into a housing area. “no! nO! wrong way!” “chichichachasomethingsomethinginchinese” “erm argh this way this way” I start gesturing like a poking monkey.
I used my hands to point out the directions while they bitched in front of me how terrible and shameful it was that i couldn’t speak cantonese. I can understand them enough to know that! Plus my suspicions were lagi confirmed when my grannie turned to me in the backseat and said “kwai mui” Ok thaT i understand.
My dad called to ask where we were. I said we were looking for parking.
The aunty was looking for a space too far from the restaurant. I didn’t know how to tell her she shouldn’t park there. She drove so slow in the wrong place i was going to scream. The aunty missed the turning to the carpark. She then proceeded to reverse, also succeeding in putting my heart into overdrive. There was a car behind us, see.
*Stress*
My dad called again. I picked up and went, “arGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” “why?” “you should have asked someone who can speak chinese instead of mE!”
