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Saturday, June 14;
Blog Post # 71~ Farewell!
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Goodbyes are never pleasant, but this isnt really goodbye. It's merely a... goodbye-and-I'll-see-you-in-better-circumstances. Okay that doesn't sound that pleasant either. The point is, I'm MOVING!
Yupps, Jenny and I figured out we should blog together because that would be so much funner and it would keep us from blogging about the same events, therefore making it less repetitious for people who read both our blogs. It'll also keep our blog more alive. So yes, find the new me at:
I've had many good times at x3theresa.blogspot.com, after 71 posts and all. Not quite a year, but 71 posts is quite impressiv. But I know it'll be even funner at earmuffed.com. Yes people, so change your bookmarks and get used to typing the new URL (it's an awful lot shorter isn't it?)
Before I'm gone completely, I'd like to leave a nice last impression on this place.
I'd like to thank Van for lending me her credit card for buying the above domain. I'd also like to thank Jenny Lam for agreeing to be my blogging partner, which would make the whole ordeal so much more enjoyable. She also inspired the name of our future blog (yes. Earmuffed. You'll never guess how we came up with that name).
Also a big thanks to people who read my blog regularly, and a bigger thankyou for those who were brave enough to comment and share their thoughts. If it wasn't for the people who keep coming back to read and comment, my blog would've been long dead. Thankyou for motivating me to keep blogging, and for giving me something to do other than yakking to Jenny all day long, and playing Maple Story.
I guess this is goodbye. Tuesday, June 10;
That's What Friends Are For
PERMALINK
Okay, so I ended up wearing a skirt to our ice-skating trip. I opted for cute instead of sensible. But it was so not my fault. I woke up at the crack of dawn (literally. I have lost my ability to sleep, so these days, I wake up at 5am in the morning), and decided that I would be sensible. And minutes before I left the house, Jenny Lam insisted I wore a skirt because she was wearing one, and there went all my ability to think sensibly.
Wearing the skirt was a very very bad idea.
I could not bend over to put my skates on, and there were no chairs left to sit on to do up my skates. So I had to get various people in our group to do up my skates for me. Now I'm getting ahead of myself. Lets start from the beginning, shall we?
It turns out my piano lesson ended earlier than expected, and my mum refused to take me to the bakery to buy Jumbo Cookies I promised everyone, so I ended up sitting in front of the ice rink for 40 minutes, desperately texting everyone to hurry up, only to be ignored. Except by Jenny Lam, because she was by far the nicest person to me all day.
When everyone arrived, we struggled to put on our highlyuncomfortable-bostikgluestickblue-leggopiecelike-chunky iceskates. And as soon as we entered the rink, Sophie made it her goal of the day to make me fall over, and as always, Jenny Nguyen followed Sophie and attempted to do the same. Everyone made it their goal to push me over, actually. Except Jenny Lam, because she was by far the nicest person to me all day.
Funny thing is, I never actually fell over on the ice. No, I slipped down the stairs while wearing my skates. Which was really stupid if you think about it, because falling down on the ice is completely ordinary, whereas attempting to climb down stairs wearing highlyuncomfortable-bostikgluestickblue-leggopiecelike-chunky iceskates is kinda stupid, and tumbling down the stairs while wearing highlyuncomfortable-bostikgluestickblue-leggopiecelike-chunky iceskates is even more stupid.
Now that I reflect back, the three hours we spent on the icerink were very dangerous. I mean, people did stuff like trying to tackle each other, wrestle each other, make snowballs from the ice to shove down each other's shirts, putting our hands up in the air when we fell down to make sure no one skated over our fingers, and circling little kiddies. That was Jenny Nguyen and Jenny Lam actually. They were following this poor little girl and circling her like a pack of hungry sharks.
Oh, and while we were in the dead centre of the rink, everyone suddenly decided to display their affection for me by centering me in their group hug. We tried to drift across the rink while being a big blob of people, but that didn't work out too well.
When the session ended, we were all too busy talking to hear the announcement, and only realised when the whole rink was completely empty, and everyone was up in the stands staring down at us. We all decided to skate a bit more with the rink completely empty, and ohmigosh that was cool. I could actually zoom across the rink without the fear of toppling some poor little kid over. I wonder if you can private hire a rink? That would be so awesome. One day when I grow up and get rich, I'm going to have an icerink in my own backyard. Yes people, cherish your friendship with me and make sure you're my friend when I'm rich, then I'll let you skate in my private icerink in my backyard. (And what if I dont get rich, you ask? No not possible. I will get rich. It's like... a plan set in concrete. It will happen. There is no other possibility.)
Then we split a $6 plate of potato wedges, and everyone kept attempting to get Jenny Nguyen to eat some (I swear, she's going anorexic. How could she possibly refuse potato wedges?! Especially with sour cream and sweet chilli sauce?!). Throughout the day, everyone kept chucking dares at Jenny Nguyen. Eat some of this snow and we'll give you 1mil on maple or eat this sourcream and chilli sauve and I'll give you 1mil on maple or even jump in the lake and I'll give you 15mil on maple. Needless to say, she didn't do any of the dares mentioned above, as money-hungry as she may be on MapleStory.
We took quite a long trip to the bus stop, most of which I don't quite remember because I was on the phone with my mum arguing about pick-up places and times. But eventually, we got to the bus stop. Jenny Lam and I hogged two seats, leaving Jenny Nguyen and Sophie seat-less, so they decided to sit on our laps. We had the stupidest conversation ever:
Me : Sophie, get off, your butt is so boney
Jenny Lam: Yeah Sophie, that's what you get for not eating meat. Whereas Jenny Nguyen here has a nice and fleshy butt.
And with that, both Sophie and Jenny N jumped off our laps and stood far far away, while the woman in the corner smirked at us and gave us weird looks.
The rest of the day was pretty pointless. We were all dead by the time we got on the bus, and everyone sat far away from each other in silence. Then we walked very very slowly towards Westfields, where we all sat around in the food court and drank Gloria Jeans coffee.
Yes, the day was pointlessly stupidly funny. And in case you're wondering, no there are no photos for this post. Because I was too scared to bring my camera on the ice in case it broke if I fell, especially with everyone making it their goal to topple me over. I did take a few good photos of Sophie and Jenny L attempting to do Toyota-jumps while I snapped away on my camera, but I am way too capped to be able to upload any photos. So yes. Thursday, June 5;
Death from Laughter
PERMALINK
School is an instrument of torture, invented purely to kill students, day by day, at a very veeerrryyy sloooooooooow speed.
PE in particular. I thought that doing physical exercise gave you endorphines, which supposedly make you happy. Why am I not happy? What's WRONG WITH ME?! Sigh.
On tuesday, we were made to do 100 sit-ups and as many pushups as possible in half a minute. And I have been in a constant state of pain as of that day. I can't do anything without hurting. I hurt everywhere. My stomach, my back, my ribs, my shoulders, my should blades, my upper arms, my lower arms. my front of neck, my back of neck, and... yeh that's about it.
And now, my body has shut itself down and refuses to function. Everything is potentially hurtful to do, especially laughing. I have lost my ability to laugh. I can't let out a hearty HAHAHA anymore. No, it's more of HEH*wheeze*HEH*wheeze*HEH*wheeze*. Sort of like... a few short exhales.
I swear, one of these days, I'm going to laugh so hard, then run out of air from my lung's incapability to get more air due to the extreme pain in my abdominal area, then I will die.
It feels so nice to be back and blogging. Okay, I know it says I blogged 6 days ago, but I think I'll let you in on my little secret.
Okay.
Ready?
I. Have. Not. Touched. This. Blog. For. The. Past. Two. Months.
And that's all thanks to Blogger's new schedule feature! I was bored one day, so I decided to write a million entries up and schedule them so they could leak out sloooooooowly while I was out getting drunk and doing drugs. Kidding. I was actually studying my ass off for the mid-yearly exams, then I celebrated my ass off afterwards. Actually, I did drop in every so often (Maybe only once. For that shopping trip post, but that was just because my feet hurt too much for me to do anything else).
But yes, I am back. I LOVE YOU MY BLOG AND I AM DEEPLY SORRY FOR ABANDONING YOU FOR SUCH A LONG TIME.
But let's get back to business now. I have a zillion things to say, and I'd probably forget half the things I planned to pour into this blog.
Firstly, I have recently upgraded my computer from the ancient Microsoft XP to Vista! It's so strange and new and I still feel like I'm exploring it. While I was transferring my things from my old computer to my new one, I realised how much junk I kept. I have over 200 files in my Received Files from MSN, as well as a zillion super old songs.
I was listening to some of these old songs, and they brought back so many memories. Especially We Belong Together by Mariah Carey. Anyone remember that song? I remember it was a huge hit when I was in year 7 and half the talent quest contestants sang the song, which kind of ruined the song for me.
I have also become crazily addicted to Maple Story. I used to play it a couple of years ago, and I still get nostalgic about it every so often. So my friends and I decided to start again. And now I'm crazily addicted and it occupies 70% of my thoughts. I swear, Jenny Nguyen is such a slut on maple story. She greets all the guys with 'Hey cutie!'. Her aim is to get as many boyfriends as possible, so she can use them and take their money. I am so glad she is not like this outside.
If she turns out like the whore and the golddigger she is on Maple when she grows up, the world better watch out.
Next monday is a public holiday, meaning we'll be going out somewhere or other. We've been looking forward this day for ages now, and we've decided to go ice-skating. It's suitable, non? It's one of the few American Winter Joys which us Australians can enjoy. Actually, it's getting so cold and wet these days that I wouldn't exactly be surprised if snow started falling out of the sky.
But anywhos, ice-skating. I am still contemplating what I should wear. I have two options:
a) I can look cute by wearing a skirt (because wearing skirts with skates is always tres cute!), but by wearing a skirt, I run the risk of falling over, flashing to the world, and freezing my ass off. Or I can opt for b) Wear pants like any normal person would, look ordinary, and save myself from possible embarassment, pain and coldness.
Sigh. Such a difficult decision. The world is such a hard place to live in. Saturday, May 31;
Someone Chuck Me In A Loony Bin
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My cousin Chu-Chu.
The name says it all, doesn't it? His name isn't actually Chu-Chu. It's Francis, but everyone has called him Chu-Chu for as long as anyone can remember. And by saying everyone, I mean everyone. As in, his friends, my friends, his parents, my parents, and his teachers. Yes. Teachers.
Chu-Chu is currently in year 1. He's very accident prone- he's broken his arms god-knows-how-many-times, and he has more stitches on his skin than a tapestry. Oh, and a few weeks ago, he burst his bladder (don't ask me how that happened) and had to have an operation to get it fixed somehow.
Just the other day, there was a family dinner at some distant relative's house (it turned out to be a birthday, although I didn't know this when I showed up), and I found Chu-Chu on the hammock swinging and banging his head against the wall. On closer inspection, I found that he had a band aid on his hair. It's been there for a few days, and no one quite knows how to get it off.
Cake time rolled around. Whenever there's a cake, everyone likes to stampede to and fro the cake, trying to get as many servings as humanly possible.
I was sitting on a particularly comfortable chair, gobbling down my coffee flavoured cheesecake, and watching Chu-Chu's interesting strategy of getting several servings of cake.
He left his plate of cake on the ground, then scurried back towards the cake for yet another slice. While he was gone, my cousin John walked by and stepped in Chu-Chu's cake. There was this comically large shoe-shaped indent in Chu-Chu's cake.
Then Chu-Chu returned, and ate the stepped-in cake, oblivious to my hysterical laughing. And the shoe-shaped indent in his cake. He even commented on the cake, saying 'Yum yum!'
And all I could do was laugh and laugh. While my cousin was eating a squished piece of cake possibly infested with billions of bacteria and germs. Sunday, May 25;
Glamorous Lives of the Rich & Famous
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With our Half-Yearly Examinations over and a full day teacher's strike on the day after, it was the perfect opportunity to go blow some big bucks at Westfields to celebrate. Especially after my spending drought of approximately 2 months. Only, Jenny L and I ended up spending most of our money within the first 45 minutes of our supposed 6-hour shopping trip, so we spent the rest of our time trying on expensive things we knew we wouldn't be able to afford.
So someone (maybe me. I can't remember) came up with the genius idea of trying on a bunch of formal dresses in preparation for our formal later on in the year. First we went to Forever New, and tried on this gorgeous dress we saw. Only, I think I ripped my zipper as I was struggling to zip up my dress, so I quickly returned the dress before someone realises that I perhaps had damaged their dress. However, Jenny was persistent and insisted I helped her zip it up. She thanked me by elbowing me in the nose.
Then we decided to go to the Myer's kid's section, thinking perhaps we might just fit into the kid's size 14 dresses. There's no harm in trying!. Turns out we couldn't even fit in the size 14 dresses because we were too small, so we ended up mostly trying sizes 12 instead.
Richard was telling us how people kept walking by and looking strangely in the direction of the changerooms, and now that I think of it, I suppose we were rather loud in our hysterics. I mean, we did say some pretty stupid things. Like:
'Hey Jenny! Where does my head go?!'
'Hey Richard? Grab me the yellow dress in a smaller size? And chuck it over the door?'
'OH MY GOD JENNY I THINK I'M STUCK'
'No you aren't'
'YES I AM. I CAN'T CLIMB OUT OF THE DRESS'
'Crawl under and I'll help you' (the wall between our two changerooms started 20cm off the ground, so someone could easily climb under if they really needed to.)
We pretended to be perfume-critics, by walking around all of Myers spraying perfume on the strips of cardboard and either commenting 'yuck!' or 'yum!'. I ended up keeping all the perfume strips (all 40 of them), of which I all re-smelt when I went home. I still have them in my room somewhere.
The next crazy idea was to try on all the accessories, fully intending not to buy any of it.
We thought we'd have a giggle in the kid's toy section before we left. It was dead empty in that area, except for this one little kid who kept following us, probably thinking 'what the hell are these weirdos doing taking pictures of themselves with all the toys'
Oh, I saw the giraffe toy below and couldn't help but think of Jenny Nguyen, whose dream is to one day own a pet giraffe. (She has many weird goals. Including one day becoming a cloud, and driving a silver Toyota)
After a day of shopping, I was so tired I could barely walk. I sat down on every seat we passed. and ended up sitting on the elevators, just to give my feet a few seconds of rest.
Another notable event of the day was lunch. Jenny and I decided to split a pizza, because it was SO LOADED WITH TOPPINGS that it was super thick and you couldn't possible eat the thing by yourself. The pizza should have a label on it saying WE GUARANTEE THAT HALF OF THE TOPPINGS ON THIS PIZZA WILL SLIDE OFF AS YOU ARE EATING IT.
Blog Post # 71~ Farewell!
Goodbyes are never pleasant, but this isnt really goodbye. It's merely a... goodbye-and-I'll-see-you-in-better-circumstances. Okay that doesn't sound that pleasant either. The point is, I'm MOVING!
Yupps, Jenny and I figured out we should blog together because that would be so much funner and it would keep us from blogging about the same events, therefore making it less repetitious for people who read both our blogs. It'll also keep our blog more alive. So yes, find the new me at:
I've had many good times at x3theresa.blogspot.com, after 71 posts and all. Not quite a year, but 71 posts is quite impressiv. But I know it'll be even funner at earmuffed.com. Yes people, so change your bookmarks and get used to typing the new URL (it's an awful lot shorter isn't it?)
Before I'm gone completely, I'd like to leave a nice last impression on this place.
I'd like to thank Van for lending me her credit card for buying the above domain. I'd also like to thank Jenny Lam for agreeing to be my blogging partner, which would make the whole ordeal so much more enjoyable. She also inspired the name of our future blog (yes. Earmuffed. You'll never guess how we came up with that name).
Also a big thanks to people who read my blog regularly, and a bigger thankyou for those who were brave enough to comment and share their thoughts. If it wasn't for the people who keep coming back to read and comment, my blog would've been long dead. Thankyou for motivating me to keep blogging, and for giving me something to do other than yakking to Jenny all day long, and playing Maple Story.
I guess this is goodbye. Tuesday, June 10;
That's What Friends Are For
Okay, so I ended up wearing a skirt to our ice-skating trip. I opted for cute instead of sensible. But it was so not my fault. I woke up at the crack of dawn (literally. I have lost my ability to sleep, so these days, I wake up at 5am in the morning), and decided that I would be sensible. And minutes before I left the house, Jenny Lam insisted I wore a skirt because she was wearing one, and there went all my ability to think sensibly.
Wearing the skirt was a very very bad idea.
I could not bend over to put my skates on, and there were no chairs left to sit on to do up my skates. So I had to get various people in our group to do up my skates for me. Now I'm getting ahead of myself. Lets start from the beginning, shall we?
It turns out my piano lesson ended earlier than expected, and my mum refused to take me to the bakery to buy Jumbo Cookies I promised everyone, so I ended up sitting in front of the ice rink for 40 minutes, desperately texting everyone to hurry up, only to be ignored. Except by Jenny Lam, because she was by far the nicest person to me all day.
When everyone arrived, we struggled to put on our highlyuncomfortable-bostikgluestickblue-leggopiecelike-chunky iceskates. And as soon as we entered the rink, Sophie made it her goal of the day to make me fall over, and as always, Jenny Nguyen followed Sophie and attempted to do the same. Everyone made it their goal to push me over, actually. Except Jenny Lam, because she was by far the nicest person to me all day.
Funny thing is, I never actually fell over on the ice. No, I slipped down the stairs while wearing my skates. Which was really stupid if you think about it, because falling down on the ice is completely ordinary, whereas attempting to climb down stairs wearing highlyuncomfortable-bostikgluestickblue-leggopiecelike-chunky iceskates is kinda stupid, and tumbling down the stairs while wearing highlyuncomfortable-bostikgluestickblue-leggopiecelike-chunky iceskates is even more stupid.
Now that I reflect back, the three hours we spent on the icerink were very dangerous. I mean, people did stuff like trying to tackle each other, wrestle each other, make snowballs from the ice to shove down each other's shirts, putting our hands up in the air when we fell down to make sure no one skated over our fingers, and circling little kiddies. That was Jenny Nguyen and Jenny Lam actually. They were following this poor little girl and circling her like a pack of hungry sharks.
Oh, and while we were in the dead centre of the rink, everyone suddenly decided to display their affection for me by centering me in their group hug. We tried to drift across the rink while being a big blob of people, but that didn't work out too well.
When the session ended, we were all too busy talking to hear the announcement, and only realised when the whole rink was completely empty, and everyone was up in the stands staring down at us. We all decided to skate a bit more with the rink completely empty, and ohmigosh that was cool. I could actually zoom across the rink without the fear of toppling some poor little kid over. I wonder if you can private hire a rink? That would be so awesome. One day when I grow up and get rich, I'm going to have an icerink in my own backyard. Yes people, cherish your friendship with me and make sure you're my friend when I'm rich, then I'll let you skate in my private icerink in my backyard. (And what if I dont get rich, you ask? No not possible. I will get rich. It's like... a plan set in concrete. It will happen. There is no other possibility.)
Then we split a $6 plate of potato wedges, and everyone kept attempting to get Jenny Nguyen to eat some (I swear, she's going anorexic. How could she possibly refuse potato wedges?! Especially with sour cream and sweet chilli sauce?!). Throughout the day, everyone kept chucking dares at Jenny Nguyen. Eat some of this snow and we'll give you 1mil on maple or eat this sourcream and chilli sauve and I'll give you 1mil on maple or even jump in the lake and I'll give you 15mil on maple. Needless to say, she didn't do any of the dares mentioned above, as money-hungry as she may be on MapleStory.
We took quite a long trip to the bus stop, most of which I don't quite remember because I was on the phone with my mum arguing about pick-up places and times. But eventually, we got to the bus stop. Jenny Lam and I hogged two seats, leaving Jenny Nguyen and Sophie seat-less, so they decided to sit on our laps. We had the stupidest conversation ever:
Me : Sophie, get off, your butt is so boney
Jenny Lam: Yeah Sophie, that's what you get for not eating meat. Whereas Jenny Nguyen here has a nice and fleshy butt.
And with that, both Sophie and Jenny N jumped off our laps and stood far far away, while the woman in the corner smirked at us and gave us weird looks.
The rest of the day was pretty pointless. We were all dead by the time we got on the bus, and everyone sat far away from each other in silence. Then we walked very very slowly towards Westfields, where we all sat around in the food court and drank Gloria Jeans coffee.
Yes, the day was pointlessly stupidly funny. And in case you're wondering, no there are no photos for this post. Because I was too scared to bring my camera on the ice in case it broke if I fell, especially with everyone making it their goal to topple me over. I did take a few good photos of Sophie and Jenny L attempting to do Toyota-jumps while I snapped away on my camera, but I am way too capped to be able to upload any photos. So yes. Thursday, June 5;
Death from Laughter
School is an instrument of torture, invented purely to kill students, day by day, at a very veeerrryyy sloooooooooow speed.
PE in particular. I thought that doing physical exercise gave you endorphines, which supposedly make you happy. Why am I not happy? What's WRONG WITH ME?! Sigh.
On tuesday, we were made to do 100 sit-ups and as many pushups as possible in half a minute. And I have been in a constant state of pain as of that day. I can't do anything without hurting. I hurt everywhere. My stomach, my back, my ribs, my shoulders, my should blades, my upper arms, my lower arms. my front of neck, my back of neck, and... yeh that's about it.
And now, my body has shut itself down and refuses to function. Everything is potentially hurtful to do, especially laughing. I have lost my ability to laugh. I can't let out a hearty HAHAHA anymore. No, it's more of HEH*wheeze*HEH*wheeze*HEH*wheeze*. Sort of like... a few short exhales.
I swear, one of these days, I'm going to laugh so hard, then run out of air from my lung's incapability to get more air due to the extreme pain in my abdominal area, then I will die.
It feels so nice to be back and blogging. Okay, I know it says I blogged 6 days ago, but I think I'll let you in on my little secret.
Okay.
Ready?
I. Have. Not. Touched. This. Blog. For. The. Past. Two. Months.
And that's all thanks to Blogger's new schedule feature! I was bored one day, so I decided to write a million entries up and schedule them so they could leak out sloooooooowly while I was out getting drunk and doing drugs. Kidding. I was actually studying my ass off for the mid-yearly exams, then I celebrated my ass off afterwards. Actually, I did drop in every so often (Maybe only once. For that shopping trip post, but that was just because my feet hurt too much for me to do anything else).
But yes, I am back. I LOVE YOU MY BLOG AND I AM DEEPLY SORRY FOR ABANDONING YOU FOR SUCH A LONG TIME.
But let's get back to business now. I have a zillion things to say, and I'd probably forget half the things I planned to pour into this blog.
Firstly, I have recently upgraded my computer from the ancient Microsoft XP to Vista! It's so strange and new and I still feel like I'm exploring it. While I was transferring my things from my old computer to my new one, I realised how much junk I kept. I have over 200 files in my Received Files from MSN, as well as a zillion super old songs.
I was listening to some of these old songs, and they brought back so many memories. Especially We Belong Together by Mariah Carey. Anyone remember that song? I remember it was a huge hit when I was in year 7 and half the talent quest contestants sang the song, which kind of ruined the song for me.
I have also become crazily addicted to Maple Story. I used to play it a couple of years ago, and I still get nostalgic about it every so often. So my friends and I decided to start again. And now I'm crazily addicted and it occupies 70% of my thoughts. I swear, Jenny Nguyen is such a slut on maple story. She greets all the guys with 'Hey cutie!'. Her aim is to get as many boyfriends as possible, so she can use them and take their money. I am so glad she is not like this outside.
If she turns out like the whore and the golddigger she is on Maple when she grows up, the world better watch out.
Next monday is a public holiday, meaning we'll be going out somewhere or other. We've been looking forward this day for ages now, and we've decided to go ice-skating. It's suitable, non? It's one of the few American Winter Joys which us Australians can enjoy. Actually, it's getting so cold and wet these days that I wouldn't exactly be surprised if snow started falling out of the sky.
But anywhos, ice-skating. I am still contemplating what I should wear. I have two options:
a) I can look cute by wearing a skirt (because wearing skirts with skates is always tres cute!), but by wearing a skirt, I run the risk of falling over, flashing to the world, and freezing my ass off. Or I can opt for b) Wear pants like any normal person would, look ordinary, and save myself from possible embarassment, pain and coldness.
Sigh. Such a difficult decision. The world is such a hard place to live in. Saturday, May 31;
Someone Chuck Me In A Loony Bin
My cousin Chu-Chu.
The name says it all, doesn't it? His name isn't actually Chu-Chu. It's Francis, but everyone has called him Chu-Chu for as long as anyone can remember. And by saying everyone, I mean everyone. As in, his friends, my friends, his parents, my parents, and his teachers. Yes. Teachers.
Chu-Chu is currently in year 1. He's very accident prone- he's broken his arms god-knows-how-many-times, and he has more stitches on his skin than a tapestry. Oh, and a few weeks ago, he burst his bladder (don't ask me how that happened) and had to have an operation to get it fixed somehow.
Just the other day, there was a family dinner at some distant relative's house (it turned out to be a birthday, although I didn't know this when I showed up), and I found Chu-Chu on the hammock swinging and banging his head against the wall. On closer inspection, I found that he had a band aid on his hair. It's been there for a few days, and no one quite knows how to get it off.
Cake time rolled around. Whenever there's a cake, everyone likes to stampede to and fro the cake, trying to get as many servings as humanly possible.
I was sitting on a particularly comfortable chair, gobbling down my coffee flavoured cheesecake, and watching Chu-Chu's interesting strategy of getting several servings of cake.
He left his plate of cake on the ground, then scurried back towards the cake for yet another slice. While he was gone, my cousin John walked by and stepped in Chu-Chu's cake. There was this comically large shoe-shaped indent in Chu-Chu's cake.
Then Chu-Chu returned, and ate the stepped-in cake, oblivious to my hysterical laughing. And the shoe-shaped indent in his cake. He even commented on the cake, saying 'Yum yum!'
And all I could do was laugh and laugh. While my cousin was eating a squished piece of cake possibly infested with billions of bacteria and germs. Sunday, May 25;
Glamorous Lives of the Rich & Famous
With our Half-Yearly Examinations over and a full day teacher's strike on the day after, it was the perfect opportunity to go blow some big bucks at Westfields to celebrate. Especially after my spending drought of approximately 2 months. Only, Jenny L and I ended up spending most of our money within the first 45 minutes of our supposed 6-hour shopping trip, so we spent the rest of our time trying on expensive things we knew we wouldn't be able to afford.
So someone (maybe me. I can't remember) came up with the genius idea of trying on a bunch of formal dresses in preparation for our formal later on in the year. First we went to Forever New, and tried on this gorgeous dress we saw. Only, I think I ripped my zipper as I was struggling to zip up my dress, so I quickly returned the dress before someone realises that I perhaps had damaged their dress. However, Jenny was persistent and insisted I helped her zip it up. She thanked me by elbowing me in the nose.
Then we decided to go to the Myer's kid's section, thinking perhaps we might just fit into the kid's size 14 dresses. There's no harm in trying!. Turns out we couldn't even fit in the size 14 dresses because we were too small, so we ended up mostly trying sizes 12 instead.
'Hey Jenny! Where does my head go?!'
'Hey Richard? Grab me the yellow dress in a smaller size? And chuck it over the door?'
'OH MY GOD JENNY I THINK I'M STUCK'
'No you aren't'
'YES I AM. I CAN'T CLIMB OUT OF THE DRESS'
'Crawl under and I'll help you' (the wall between our two changerooms started 20cm off the ground, so someone could easily climb under if they really needed to.)
We pretended to be perfume-critics, by walking around all of Myers spraying perfume on the strips of cardboard and either commenting 'yuck!' or 'yum!'. I ended up keeping all the perfume strips (all 40 of them), of which I all re-smelt when I went home. I still have them in my room somewhere.
The next crazy idea was to try on all the accessories, fully intending not to buy any of it.
Oh, I saw the giraffe toy below and couldn't help but think of Jenny Nguyen, whose dream is to one day own a pet giraffe. (She has many weird goals. Including one day becoming a cloud, and driving a silver Toyota)
Another notable event of the day was lunch. Jenny and I decided to split a pizza, because it was SO LOADED WITH TOPPINGS that it was super thick and you couldn't possible eat the thing by yourself. The pizza should have a label on it saying WE GUARANTEE THAT HALF OF THE TOPPINGS ON THIS PIZZA WILL SLIDE OFF AS YOU ARE EATING IT.
That picture only depicts the incidents where we managed to aim for the plate. It does not show the toppings which fell on the table or on the floor.
The day was super fun, although a tad bit too hard on my feet (I KNEW! I shouldn't have worn my 3cm heeled boots. Lucky I downgraded from my 6cm superboots though.)
The day was super fun, although a tad bit too hard on my feet (I KNEW! I shouldn't have worn my 3cm heeled boots. Lucky I downgraded from my 6cm superboots though.)