Mr. Potato

Pronounced as: Mister Poh-Tah-Toe!

Ate at Kenny Rogers today.

First time in my life. Can you believe it?

So left behind.

But anyways, didn't know what to order, so I ordered the Jacket something something which is actually Baked Potato.

I get to choose 3 additional side dishes aside from that. So I skimmed through the menu and ordered Potato Salad. Yummy! I love potato salad. Mayonaisse and cold.

Then I looked through the menu again, something Savoury Rice, Garden Salad, Fruit Salad, and blah blah blah.

Mashed Potato. That sounds nice compared to the rest. So I took it.

Looked through some more and took the Tomato, Cucumbers & Onions. Hehe get muffin with the dish too.

Actually all the dishes also got muffin, which was not bad.

Then only later when the food arrived I realized, THREE different types of potatoes! OMG! I like potatoes, but THREE DIFFERENT TYPES?

The waiter must have thought I was a carbo-addict or something hahaha

And I had to stuff myself coz I had work at like in 15 minutes time! Gosh I was so scared it would make me feel sleepy at work! You know how tired you get when you eat too much? You just wanna take a nap, even when you're busy?

Lucky me that didn't happen. First thing coz 2 of my friends have filled the vacancy at the cheque clearing company. So I had someone to talk to. (Although I already had a friend there, but he's been deported to the other side of the office. Don't know why though.)

But as good as having them around, I didn't wanna disturb their concentration since it was their first day. Not good to be such bad influence.

Then secondly, SO LUCKY we finished at 5 today! That's early coz normally we finish at 6.30. Saved from the Potato Effect I say.

(The Tomato, Cucumbers & Onions had surprisingly ONE piece of tomato. The people there sure know their grammar.)

Another thing, few weeks back me and my friends had a bbq party and I made Potato Salad for the party.

Yes me. I know how to do somethings in the kitchen. Believe it. It's true. It's not great, but my Potato Salad is edible k. I like it. I'm sure you won't mind eating it either.

Although embarassingly enough, I have no idea how to cook rice. Yep. Basic, yet not so simple.

Anyways so I brought the salad I made to the party and EVERYONE didn't believe I made it.

They kept INSISTING my mom made it. They didn't take my word but whacked my salad.

So much for friends heh? Ishkkk. Doesn't mean if they don't cook, I can't cook as well.

Or at least I try to cook?

School Tales

One night I learnt the meaning of 'transvestite'. I got excited with such new knowledge. I HAD to annoy d-o-double-G with the word the very next day at school.

So I asked him: Hey are you a transvestite?

d-o-double-G: What is that?

I repeated: Are you a transvestite?

d-o-double-G: What's a transvestite in the FIRST place?

Me: Just answer yes or no. So are you a transvestite?

d-o-double-G: Tell me first what it means?! (irritation growing bigger)

Me: Just answer yes or no la.

Well, you get the picture. The conversation just went on like that. I was bent on annoying him that day. He was getting frustrated with every same question I posed. I gleamed. Excited with my successful achievement of annoying him.

The day continued, and he began to ignore me. My existence. But do you think I cared? I went on and on and on.

"Are you a transvestite?"

"SO ARE YOU OR ARE YOU NOT A TRANSVESTITE?"

"OI! You're a transvestite or not? ANSWER LA."

Finally I had enough fun with him. And I decided to let him know the meaning. But not so easy. He'd have to find out from a third person. Of course he didn't agree, but through my persuasion he finally agreed, when I managed to convince him it was a good word. Nothing obscene. Yea right.

Oh, did I tell you, he'd have to ask our english teacher what it meant? The teacher, let's call her Watermelon, for quite the handle-full reason. She was every bit a woman. The way she walked, the way she annoyingly blinked her eyes, the way she talked.

Oh yes, the way she looked as well. Put it simple, there were guys crazy enough to join the Swimming Club, in the unimaginitive hope of seeing her in a bikini. Or something close to that.

NOT ME! She was a good teacher. And that's just gross. Back then, she was almost twice my age. And I knew how to respect teachers.

Come on, they're teachers! Euwwwww....

Anyway it was so friggin' funny. d-o-double-G said: Teacher, are you a transvestite? (with such a straight face, and me from the other end of the class, turning red with laughter. Like now, as I remisnisce this memory.)

Watermelon just stared at him, eye brow raised, eyes blinking wickedly. He thought he was in deep shyt.

Watermelon: WHAT?! Why you asking this question? Why...What...Do you even KNOW the meaning of transvestite?!

Aaaaah all eyes on me. d-o-double-G let her in on what was going on. Got called over to her table.

Hehe good thing she didn't explode. ( Not literally. Although that would have been possible :P )

So d-o-double-G learnt a new word that day. Thanks to me.

I'm like a mobile educator aren't I?

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*transvestite: A person who dresses and acts in a style or manner traditionally associated with the opposite sex.

Thanks to SmarterChild for the definition.

Hormonal Problem?

Yarriba arriba,
Por ti sere' por ti sere'
Yo no soy marinero
Yo no soy marinero
Soy capitan,
Soy capitan,
Para bailar la bamba!

I just watched La Bamba over the weekend ;D

A few days back while I was still in Seremban, cuz Sash starts talking about her theory on Raven's (from "That's So Raven" on Disney) weight yoyo-ing problem.

Sash: Look at this part. She was thin! Now look at her, put on so much weight ready. Think she got hormonal problem la. That's why she gain so much weight and look so big.

Then the day after we saw one of our other female cousin, and I went:

"Hmmmm she looks so different now. Bigger la. Maybe she also got hormonal problem!"

*said with a trying-to-be-smart tone*

Sash rolled her eyes and went "haiyoooooo!".

Then the following day, she starts bout my pimple outbreak. How once my face was clearer than hers, but no anymore. And I replied, with scrutinized eyes:

"Maybe I've got hormonal problems!"

...which she got very benggang hahahahahaha and went: NOW EVERYTHING ALSO HORMONAL PROBLEM LA?!

No no I don't mean the SAME kind of hormonal problem like Raven or my female cousin. But doesn't hormones cause pimples too? Or did I read wrong? Lol.

NOW, I'm just wondering. My dog, a bitch, she's been having terrible fur loss. Maybe she has got .....

LOL.

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Just switched my blogging account to using my gmail account last night. Much easier to navigate stuff now without the html codes. Was just wondering, if anyone knows, does this easier-to-navigate-without-html_mind_boggling system work on other skins, ie NOT the free skins by blogger too? Please inform me, save me the time finding out myself right.

Added a few new addictive links on the sidebar:
- Caroline: USED-TO-BE frequent blog updater. (notice the USED-TO-BE carol?)
- craSy Yvonne: loud bashing self proclaimed princess but actually a monsta OBSESSED with the colour blue and her hubby. She is also secretly in love with me.
- Janice: blogger with an unfathomable mind for unforseen remarks and reactions. Writes to make a buck. Most importantly, my cousin.
- SriChantique: blogger from across the causeway, with an amazing penchant for writing. Like cooking your own food, worth every second of your life.

The others there on the addictive list, don't need much introduction, are well established bloggers. *laughs*

Added a reader counter at the foot of the blog. Number still very small though hahahaha. So I'm gonna frequent this page much more hahahahahaha

Oh last but not least, cuz Yujin intro-ed me to Miss Swan on youtube. And OMG its so friggin' hilarious! To me.

Its very idiotic kinda humour which I don't think would be SIL's taste of bonkers, that kinda thing, but after watching a few of it, I'm pretty hooked!

Youtube her and see for yourself if its your kinda prick.

Just A Worry

I was not surprised when you did not reply my text at such an odd hour. You must have had a long day. You must have been tired. I did not persist much further, you needed rest.

I was taken aback, into a confused state of many questions when you did not reply my text again. Those repetitive words jumbled into one text over and over again, sent one after another, would have certainly sent your hp on a ringing marathon. At a time of day when you would most definitely be awake, aware, and messing around, I was getting to a point of uneasiness.

Why wasn't there a response?

Why wasn't I getting on your nerves?

Why weren't there any messenges venting out some anger my way?

This was unusual. Did I do something wrong?


So I rang you up, and what a warm welcome I received! Obviously I wasn't expecting this. You rarely sent me into this direction. The smooth and calm voice that received me were not pleasant nor welcoming to my ears. I am used to, and absolutely look forward to the hyper yet slightly secretive voice of yours. This indeed was a change:

" I'm sorry. The number you have dialed could not be reached... "

Maybe you were on the line. So I waited and called you back after a few more minutes.

Still the same reply I got.


Worried. Please forgive me for my sickeningly stupid wild irritating sense of imagination. I somehow have the ability to look at things from the unwanted view at uncalled times. I do not intend to, but it just happens. Something of a sub-conscious act. If you only could read my mind, you would understand the melancholic thoughts that devulge my mind.

I really don't know where these thoughts stem from. Or even why I am capable of thinking of such. Its just friggin' weird. And scary. Not just this time, but many times before. I freak myself out. Even when its such a miniscule misintepretation. My OWN misintepretation at that.

But you have no idea how much that singular word text messenge meant. Everything began to resemble the normal vivid life I thought I had lost grasp with. Just that one word made me feel so much better.

Just that one word that rhymed with yellow and fellow and bellow...

Noticed

I saw a cheque:

Ringgit Malaysia One Million ONLY.

-_-!!! wow. Only.

I was up in Penang for Thaipusam. In the crowded streets, among the busy-ness of the day & night & traffic, pranced groups of indian fellas.

I just found it irritating that they blast their tamil-techno songs and "dance" like they're damn blardy great, when they have nothing to do with the festival.

Anyways, there were 2 guys dancing. Rather intimately and rather provocatively. It disgusted me. Imagine butt-grinding if you must, but with two possibly wastedly drunk guys.

And its also weird how these guys end up "dancing" with a group of guys only. You dont see a girl anywhere near them.


One more thing I've noticed, it is MORE common to find a maliayee man and a teo chew woman getting married than any other combo. I have yet to find a conclusive reason for this, but further research will be continued. Donations to support my useful cause is encouragingly accepted.

-leftover update-

* People who dance to tamil songs, make VERY good shufflers.

* Saw a pair of eagles gliding around outside our hotelroom in Penang. They looked so calm and majestic and without worry. Just gliding round and round above the sea. Got me fooled for a kite, but won't it be great to just fly?

"Now everybody can fly too"? I really wish I could AirAsia ;D

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(absolutely hillarious to me)

A horse and a chicken are playing in a meadow.

The horse falls into a mudhole and is sinking. He calls to the chicken to go and get the farmer to help pull him out to safety. The chicken runs to the farm but the farmer can't be found. So he drives the farmer's Mercedes back to the mudhole and ties some rope around the bumper. He then throws the other end of the rope to his friend, the horse,and drives the car forward saving him from sinking!

A few days later, the chicken and horse were playing in the meadow again and the chicken fell into the mud hole. The chicken yelled to the horse to go and get some help from the farmer. The horse said, "I think I can stand over the hole!" So he stretched over the width of the hole and said,

"Grab for my 'thingy' pull yourself up." And the chicken did and pulled himself to safety.

The moral of the story: If you are hung like a horse, you don't need a Mercedes to pick up chicks.