Normal Days

Nothing memorable happened. Only the weather in KL is insanely high.

I was listening the this podcast - Penanghokkien.com recently, introduced by Ms Javy. She's the only one who always stumble upon entertaining pages like this online. The other day she was telling me she had PMT. I was wondering what is this PMT thing, and maybe, she meant PMS. But it's the same meaning anyway just that PMT stands for Pre Menstrual Tulan-ness.

I was missing home when I listened to the podcast. I miss how Penang people converse in hokkien, the slang and their gestures when they mentioned certain words (like( mlm-.-mlm ) haha.

I'm having PMT too. I'm now stuck in Sunway with San Peng, both sucking air very hard due to noseblock, oh I forgot to mention that she had flu and I'm down with heavy sinus. She's been loading in my room for several days now because her air-con screwed and have to wait for the owner who's on vacation back to fix it.

In a nutshell, I just sit here and wait time to pass, tick tock. Tick.

Loof Lirpa

I'm here, proud of myself not to be fooled by Phoebe about her moving to Singapore. I know her too well, impossible she won't try to fool anybody during April Fool. Last year she told me about her period coming late and nearly made me a have a mini heart attack, that bitch. LOL. This proves that how much I love you ok Phoebe, don't complain.

Anyway, the only person who managed to fool me, or our whole class is our lecturer =.=. She told us that we had to hand in our final next week, which suppose to due only two weeks later. Made us all go mad, she even fooled some classmate that they are going to fail the subject. Then Ray told me that he had a blood test and turned out he got some fatal disease. Oh gosh! But I'm sure you will be just fine darling because I saw you playing games on Facebook 34 minutes before you called me and tell me this really really bad news.

The next thing is, I'm part-timing as an art teacher now. It's quite fun, except when the kids started screaming, running all over the places, cry for nothing and etc. =) Some of the kids reminded me when I was young. I super love my mom now because she never throw me away even though I'm so super naughty last time. It's so hard to teach, especially when some kids are from the family who use the word "Fuck" as a noun/adjective/verb/everything. When I tried to stop him, telling him that "fuck" is a really really bad word for good kids to say, and tried to scare him that if he mention the word people will hate him and all because "fuck" means something scary and nasty. And I regret doubted him and dare him to explain when he rejected my explaination because he had a very very good sex knowledge. Fuck my life. But it's painful to see some parents treated the art center as day-care center. They left their kids for hours, waiting their mommy and daddy to pick them up after work.

I'm rushing for all the finals now, will update soon.

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