Just yesterday I was skyping with my kaki from church, Sze May.



"Eh, when's your birthday ah?"

*whinges she forgotten my birthday*

"30th la"

"Hah? I thought 29th? 30th ah?"

"....."



I know she purposely wun.



"Eh you have no australian slang!"

"I don't want an aussie slang lar!"



And then more ramblings about life here and life back home.



"Eh.. our bah ku teh plans never work wun."

"Oh really? How come"

*evil grin*

"Don't know lar..*

"Don't mention about bah ku teh lar. I WANT to eat bah ku teh!"



See, she purposely rub all this into my face wun. Damn teruk. Evil lar you Sze May.

I think I sort of screwed up my 15% marketing test.

/sadface.

I know. I should have, could have.. and everything else.

/sadderface.

I cannot do anything now other than whine. I passed my marketing oral - but it was something that I did not expect lah. Okay. That's it. Enough slacking for the week. I have my marketing plan to bring me back to my 7. I am so going to work my ass off during easter break. I am serious. Can't you see my serious face?

On a brighter note, I've got a 6 for my other oral presentation. Whoopeedo. Could have got a 7 though. If only... Yeah,yeah. Here we go with the if only's, could have's and should have's... I hate whining about my results.

AND

another reason why is,

Li Peng is TWENTY! Happy Birthday Li Peng! Hope all's well in busy-Sydney.

*hugsloveandkisses.

This is NOT good.

Blog surfing when I am suppose to be studying for my 15% marketing test tomorrow. But one needs a break right? For my case, many breaks. Haha.

So as I was blog surfing aka kepo-ing, I saw some turned eighteen.

And you know I am damn random right, out of no where I wished  I was eighteen. Maybe when I was eighteen, I have not matured much and I remembered when I was eighteen tmf, amanda and rach brought me out for steamboat seafood dinner - rawkso!, but back to the point, eighteen sounds like a good age kan?

;) although twenty-one sounds good. Gawd, I have NOT even turn twenty officially. Someone please knock some sense into me.


Oho! I am shakespeare. I am serious! Okay, we had class on genre and discourse and well, we were suppose to come up using both. So I thought of using, poem as my genre and school activities as my discourse. This is what I came up with;

When I was five,
Kindergarten was a place
Where I learnt phonetics and numbers
I remember them well.

When I was ten,
I played the game of hang-man
It was as easy as I thought
School was all about fun.

When I was fifteen,
Puppy love and gossips
Scribbled into a little book
Never to be seen by teachers.

Now I am twenty,
Assignments and exams
Lectures and tutorials
No guesses where I am.


Haha. It is based on true experience. All my essays handed up to the lecturer are written based on true experience. I guess, being older has the advantage of having more stories to tell your lecturer. ;)

Just me being random, once more. I have to return to my marketing notes.

 Mwahs*


P/s: Happy BUTT-day oops* BIRTHDAY Therese Tan! MANY more birthdays to come for you. Many more days for us to disturb each other. May God bless YOU! *hugslovekisses.

Random breakfasts.

Impromptu yum chas.

Surprise parties.

Girltalks.

Chocolate cakes.

Chocolate cheese brownies.

Dinners.

Craptalks.

Nonsensical jokes.

Laughing back at old times.

Pissed-off moments.

Shopping sprees.

Mall-hopping.

Heartfelt gifts.

Warm hugs.

Camwhoring. (how could I forget?!)


*pause*


Chatroom late nights.

Daylight skype.

Holiday plans. (ffk-ed my me)

Sensible advices.

FFK moments. (no guesses who's the queen of ffk!)

Piano duets.

Trio-moment.

Study groups? (trust me, we sort of studied)

Bitching session. (... damn suka!)

Silent treatments.

Cookies distributions.

Cook outs. (did we even have one?)

BBQ's.

New year's celebrations.

After exams celebrations.

A drive away from each other.






the list is never ending.



"When you ask God for a gift, Be thankful if he sends not diamonds, riches, nor pearls, but the love of real true friends."

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATTY!!!!"

Ah, my dear brother has turned 14!

Goodness gracious, he must be so tall already.