I feel so brain dead that I'm determined a car crashed into me and killded my brain.
I need a hug =((( I want my mummy's cushie tummy to rub my face in. (Yes I still do that to my mum)
Sometimes I ask myself, how long more am I going to cuddle and hug my mummy till? Whenever I go back to her I become a child again, regardless of how old/massive/giant I am (my mum has shrunk considerably due to her aging porous bones and muscle atrophy) But she's still as cushi as ever and I love it =)
If she ever went for liposuction I'd be devastated.
I NEED A HUGGGGG
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Interesting things in Good ole' Brissie
I realised I hadn't actually done a proper update regarding my new house etc in Brisbane and felt that it's high time I do it, regardless of whether people actually see it or not. It's awhole new feel this year, a whole new ball game at school too. Everyone's all warmed up and it kind of gives the same vibes as being in J2 again. I suppose it's because my course is so small and we actually see each other pretty much all the time (Our guy count has gone down to 2, aww) I just noticed how different the whole vibe and feel of the course is just because there aren't many guys in the course. Guy deprived.
ANYWAYS, yes back to the main point of this post. ( I jsut woke up and my fingers aren't very coordinated. They're typing clumsily) Pictures!!!!
This is what happens to you when you enter the household of Audrey/Siyi/Cui.. your IQ undoubtedly drops by 200 points and you hit rock bottom (if there actually is one) of the negative IQ scale and end up doing retarded things like this. The guy on the extreme right has already done plenty of regretable stupid things in our house, like paint his nails pink, get guy-liner drawn and get hooked on Glee. The rest of us are just normally retarded anyways (hurhur... oxymoron worrrr)
This is Condo my pet Praying Mantis which I kept for about a week! I let him go and he came back a couple of days later! I felt so touched and attached to him, he helped me eat like 5 moths in total. Don't ask me how he got his name, it's a long story. But from now, praying mantises (?) are my official favourite insect =)
I baked egg tarts during Easter break! Ok they were flat and kinda failed in my opinion, but I'm gonna work on them till I successfully make awesome tarts. Until then everyone's gonna have to eat my horrible flat tarts. Actually you know what, I won't call them egg tarts, I'm gonna call them flat tarts.
And my awesome scooter!! I HAVE A SCOOTER. I ACTUALLY OWN MY OWN VEHICLE! Man topping up petrol for the first time was so embarressing cos I didn't actually know what to do. How bimbo is that, hur..
Picture from a while back, this is the colour of the hair dye they used on me in china. It came up Red after that.
ANYWAYS, yes back to the main point of this post. ( I jsut woke up and my fingers aren't very coordinated. They're typing clumsily) Pictures!!!!
This is what happens to you when you enter the household of Audrey/Siyi/Cui.. your IQ undoubtedly drops by 200 points and you hit rock bottom (if there actually is one) of the negative IQ scale and end up doing retarded things like this. The guy on the extreme right has already done plenty of regretable stupid things in our house, like paint his nails pink, get guy-liner drawn and get hooked on Glee. The rest of us are just normally retarded anyways (hurhur... oxymoron worrrr)
This is Condo my pet Praying Mantis which I kept for about a week! I let him go and he came back a couple of days later! I felt so touched and attached to him, he helped me eat like 5 moths in total. Don't ask me how he got his name, it's a long story. But from now, praying mantises (?) are my official favourite insect =)
I baked egg tarts during Easter break! Ok they were flat and kinda failed in my opinion, but I'm gonna work on them till I successfully make awesome tarts. Until then everyone's gonna have to eat my horrible flat tarts. Actually you know what, I won't call them egg tarts, I'm gonna call them flat tarts.
And my awesome scooter!! I HAVE A SCOOTER. I ACTUALLY OWN MY OWN VEHICLE! Man topping up petrol for the first time was so embarressing cos I didn't actually know what to do. How bimbo is that, hur..
Picture from a while back, this is the colour of the hair dye they used on me in china. It came up Red after that.
Thursday, April 01, 2010
The path we go down
Isn't it amazing when you take a step back and look at all your friends that you have acquired over the years, how each one that you are considerably close to would probably be able to bring up significant reminders of a time that once was? For instance that one friend from your primary school whom you actually keep in contact with. Or the close clique you had in secondary school. They remind you of who you once were, regardless of whether you have changed (you probably have) over the years. I know this is a little random, but I was just thinking about it today when I read Roger's retarded April Fool's blogpost (haha, nice one Roger, but predictable of a man of your amazing bullshit ability level, haha)
Havingn old friends is an amazing thing, but I find that they might hold you back as well. Not in the literal 'don't do this' sense, but subtle things like viewpoints, mannerisms, outlooks and what not. Especially with girls, since we are (mostly) social creatures who can't seem to shut up when we're around our kind. (heh) But the dangerous thing to me is ending up talking and revolving about the same thing over and over and losing perspective about larger things.
A Psyc lecture I had about aging brought something really interesting to my attention, something regarding older people and friends. To many of us young ones, we look at the old granny and say 'aiyo, so poor thing, she no friends'. The logical thing is to presume that it's because either all her friends are dead, or she's a little mentally unstable at that age and hence cannot keep friends. Contrary to popular belief, the opposite might actually be true. The fact is, this old granny is CHOOSing her friends and cutting them off as she ages, to optimise and maintain a high 'standard' of friends. In all honestly, I never thought of it that way until that lecture. However I already begin to see myself displaying behaviours as such, which, at the yound tender age of 20+ may not actually be all that healthy.
My point? I have no idea. Precisely why this site is called blabber, whether or not it's ACTUALLY interesting is another matter. Heh..
Havingn old friends is an amazing thing, but I find that they might hold you back as well. Not in the literal 'don't do this' sense, but subtle things like viewpoints, mannerisms, outlooks and what not. Especially with girls, since we are (mostly) social creatures who can't seem to shut up when we're around our kind. (heh) But the dangerous thing to me is ending up talking and revolving about the same thing over and over and losing perspective about larger things.
A Psyc lecture I had about aging brought something really interesting to my attention, something regarding older people and friends. To many of us young ones, we look at the old granny and say 'aiyo, so poor thing, she no friends'. The logical thing is to presume that it's because either all her friends are dead, or she's a little mentally unstable at that age and hence cannot keep friends. Contrary to popular belief, the opposite might actually be true. The fact is, this old granny is CHOOSing her friends and cutting them off as she ages, to optimise and maintain a high 'standard' of friends. In all honestly, I never thought of it that way until that lecture. However I already begin to see myself displaying behaviours as such, which, at the yound tender age of 20+ may not actually be all that healthy.
My point? I have no idea. Precisely why this site is called blabber, whether or not it's ACTUALLY interesting is another matter. Heh..