Thursday, March 31, 2005
"Hello, Brandon here. Forgot to inform you tat I've touched down safely. So here goes... "I've touched down safely"
enjoy your trip, have fun, be safe, take good care, revel in the experience, take lotsa pics, dont get lost, dont terrorise the australians too much, make funny home video for us to watch, love to sue-lynn.
"miss, are you malay? you speak malay? i am malay!"
(er, yes, ok uncle. you malay. i not malay. so what you want me to do about it?!)
"hey, how come you can speak chinese?! i thought you were malay or something."
(na. beh. next time dunno ASK lah. jumpin to your own silly conclusions.. tsk.)
"wah, xiao mei, ni shi hua ren ah? bu xiang leh! xiang ma lai ren. ni hua yu hen hao hor."
which means "wah, little sister, you're chinese ah? dont look like leh! look like malay. your chinese very good hor."
(yes thank you auntie. now please just gimme me magazine so i can move away from your table under the blazin sun. hot lah, dei!)
"excuse me, would you like to donate?"
as i am diggin for coins, she suddenly bursts out "are you malay?"
huh. so i smile politely and say no.
"oh, ok. *giggle giggle* you looked abit malay. *giggle giggle* your eyes very nice. *giggle giggle* thanks for donating! bye! *giggle giggle*"
(... meh. at least she said i had nice eyes. but the giggling! my god! spawn of joker, i tell you!)
this guy just comes up to me and starts blabberin away in malay while i sit and stare at him.
after awhile and gettin no response from me, he finally thinks to ask "oh, sorry, you're not malay? i thought you were! sorry sorry."
then he starts the entire speech again. in english. sigh.
(i donated the $10 though. i almost always do. i'm a sucker for these help-the-needy shite. easy prey, i think i'm called. huh.)
at first there was many many - me, bran, scott, wayne, mike, trev, pete
then the tired ones went home - bran and scott
then the late one came - roy
then some went to play game at mike's - pete, trev, mike
and then there were just three little piggies - me, wayne, roy
Q : what do you call a fake subaru WRX?
A : bluff-u-R-X.
Q : what do you call a fake mitsublishi evolution?
A : evo-loser.
things happen. people change. environments are different. you get lonely. you meet new people. make new friends to replace the ones you left behind and start to have more in common with the new people than with the old. you start thinking too much or too little. blah blah blah.
it hurts even when close friends leave you and are no longer in the same geographical location as you. it hurts because deep down, you know that things will never be same again, no matter how many promises are made and no matter how hard you try to maintain it.
i need to see my loved ones, to be with them when i can, to hear their voice and know they are just a taxi / bus / mrt ride away.
NOTE : and because i'm feeling so pathetic about my unhealthiness and my hopeless inability to do pull ups, i am now attempting to console myself by gorging on a tub of swensen's sinfully yummy disgustingly fattening STICKY CHEWY CHOCOLATE ice cream. this stuff rocks! slurp!