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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

isabelline.

howdy do?

i havent been online for a whole three days, imagine that. i had to do this and that, that and this. BAH.

flag day was excruciating. as i said, i'm not cut out for stuff like this. nonetheless, i managed to pull through. i collected more than half a tin of coins for each day, though i have to give all credit to my friend as she did most of the asking. "would you like to make a donation to st. john's?" HA, you can never get tired of saying that... yea right.

what's the story, morning glory? / notable occurrences;
  • had a mighty 'scolding' from some uneducated, racist uncle on sunday. he told me to go study hard, saying i should leave all this to the malays and indians. i was utterly dumbfounded.
  • had another uncle asking me if i would like to have lunch, his treat (though he said he couldnt afford treating a 2nd person upon seeing my friend appear behind him LOL). again, utterly dumbfounded. it caught me off guard as we, meaning us pesky rascals with donation tins whom people avoid on sight, quite rarely get to meet nice, friendly people who treat strangers to lunch like him.
  • konked out on saturday. passed out from 7pm to 6.15am the next day... meaning i overslept. woke up to my phone ringing and my friend asking me when i would arrive at headquarters. my reply? OH NOOO, upon realising it was 0615.
  • noticed that most people preferred to give their money to the girls, even when i'm the one closer to them. they'd rather stretch a few more centimetres than put it in my tin. SIGH
after arriving back home on sunday, i made japanese cheesecake. HAHAHA

it was a (kinda) huge success. i would have taken a picture of it had mother not burnt its top off. it was in the oven when i just finished showering. a burning smell greeted me as i came out of the bathroom and i shouted, MUM! IT'S BURNING! she laughed, so i thought it was burnt toast as that was usually the case. who knew! it was still delicious though... once you cut the burnt top off, that is. unless you prefer an extra few carcinogens in yer system~

on monday, two of us biology classes went hiking up to the air itam dam. the aim was to identify different species of plants, but all i heard were scientific names ending with -ceae.

BANANA, musaceae.
DURIAN, malvaceae.
TAPIOCA, euphorbiaceae.
BIRD'S NEST FERN, aspleniaceae.
sound of motorbike approaching
MOTO! MOTO!
*everyone scampers to the side*

...the path was quite narrow, you see. most of them we noticed were riding down with baskets of durio zibethinus (durian la!) which proved quite special to see for us city kids. i didnt like the smell that followed though.


our popular durian, being described by travel and food writer richard sterling;

"...its odor is best described as pig-shit, turpentine and onions,
garnished with a gym sock.
it can be smelled from yards away."

HAHAHAHA

ohyea, i played a game of cat and mouse with the prefects today. i'm insane!
details to follow~

bye for now, teehee

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