fie-guratively speaking

top eight (fuyoh. prosperity giler!) things to do this chinese new year:

1) have two scrumptious home cooked meals that could possibly fill you up for a week.

2) replace fireworks for mentos in coke explosions.

3) make a (fe)male doll out of a chubby wine cork and christen her/him (i don’t know ok!!) missy handsome.

4) watch shooting stars and learn the names of the constellations.

5) play finger football using jolly green grapes.

6) lounge on uber comfy chairs that double up as thighmusclebuilding exercise machines.

7) put a grown boy to shame by letting a girl beat him in opening a chinese new year cookie jar.

8) get red in the face from too much sparklychampagne.

special thanks to the three amigos who never fail to put a smile on my face. being away from home, i couldn’t have chosen better people to spend the festivities with.

benthebei: thanks for an awesome dinner. and yes, you can rock my socks. hrrhrr…

missy handsome: for teaching me the names of stars, playing psycho shrink with me, and for constantly astounding me with your random bursts of knowledge and questions.

eric ejoos: for always letting me ride shotgun (b* seat!), fetching and carrying me even if it means turning around from hoddle street and being just too nice. rawrr! :)

i can safely say…

i’m loving every bit of this.

happy chinese new year to all back home! eat lotsa mandarins for me. the ones here are shrivelled and prune like.

automatic car washes officially terrify me.

but i did not spaz out! (hah! in your face ejoos and b :P)

on a totally different note, i am no longer staying at crummy college square. even though the lease only ends in feb, i’ve moved out and am currently in an awesome, air conditioned summer home. so hold on to your goodies, cards and little packages tied up with string which you plan on mailing me. i’ll give you my new address as soon as i get one.

like riding up four car park floors perched precariously on the boot of a car; raiding 7-11 stores at one a.m. for sorbets; having the luxury of air conditioning during summer; getting excited about being one of the few rgp wearers and comparing eye notes; finger ddrs; more finger ddrs; absolut cuts; rock climbing and fishing trips; fiveinthemorning plans to cycle; and random conversations like why soap is good for you.

hooray for harimaus, big birds, benbens, eric ejoos and mr woons.

(will someone please remind me what the nama kimia for soap is again?)

thirtieth floor sunsets, bubble blowings, earlynight city traipsing, twinklelittlestar, nonsensical llama badger renditions, whispered secrets, not so whispered secrets, happysmiles, head to shoulder rests, carefully handled hearts, flushed face roll arounds, TPM and crazy duckies.

hand in hand journeys.

today, i was a naughty little girl.

tee hee…

don’t you breathe a word.

:)

the apartment has been reverberating with grammatically-skewed, cheesy-titled japanese techno beats (you was born to belove??). even in the silence, i promise you i can hear (or imagine i hear) whiny strains of the synthesizer.

i officially crown eric si fu of the O2 jam finger ddr obsession. and when i say it’s an obsession, i mean it’s an obsession.

okay, so finger ddr games may seem like a pretty cool activity. get to exercise them fingers, your hand eye coordination skills sky rocket and there’s a healthy (!?) competitive spirit jumping about.

however.

when three grown boys and two perfectly sane girls start playing barbieandken with their ddr avatars, you know something’s slightly amiss.

:)

luggage cling wrap: RM21

overweight luggage penalty: RM210

unexpected business class upgrade with best pal: priceless

:)

and they’d say who would have thought
while i resist the urge to spill a smile.

under my skin

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happy two thousand six.

:)