So I was talking to my colleague and she was showing me the menu for an event we're going to have...
She: Wah, you all will be having a feast on that day! See!
Me: Oooh, looks good... *looks through the menu*
She: Eh? That girl! Aiyah! She never do the changes! *takes menu back from me* See lah, only know how to 吹马。。。
Me: 。。。吹马??
Me: *brainfreeze moment*
Me: not 吹马 lah! It's 吹牛！！！
***
Yet another office true story:
There was this other person who wanted to learn how to say "愿神祝福你！＂but somehow it came across as＂愿神欺负你！＂.
So naturally, the congregation should respond as:＂也欺负你！＂
***
And with this post, I have justified the hundreds of hours and dollars I have spent on my Chinese tuition throughout the years. You never know when these lessons will come in handy.
30 October 2007
29 October 2007
Cravings
- Sukiyaki beef bowl @ Waraku. Savoury and oh so yummy!
- Pork katsu curry udon @ Waraku. Served piping hot and crispy. A dream to tuck into on a cold day.
- Matcha ice-cream @ Haato. Just sweet enough with enough Matcha flavour for a good kick.
- Steak sandwich @ The Tuckshop. Juicy, tender, very tasty. I am drooling thinking about it.
- Kaya toast @ Katong (Chin lee chin or something...??). What a delicious mess!
- Coffee flavoured donut @ Munchy Donuts. I'm a donut fiend, what can I say?
- Double-choc donut @ Donut Factory. I'm a donut fiend and a dark chocolate fiend. This is a donut with dark chocolate filling. Am I to resist?
This list of cravings came about because a couple of friends are discussing a meet up on 10 Nov for someone's bday (you know who you are!) and we're discussing possible places to eat. As I go through my mental list, the cravings hit me like a tonne of bricks and since I've not had my dinner, I am downright miserable right now. *whine*
- Pork katsu curry udon @ Waraku. Served piping hot and crispy. A dream to tuck into on a cold day.
- Matcha ice-cream @ Haato. Just sweet enough with enough Matcha flavour for a good kick.
- Steak sandwich @ The Tuckshop. Juicy, tender, very tasty. I am drooling thinking about it.
- Kaya toast @ Katong (Chin lee chin or something...??). What a delicious mess!
- Coffee flavoured donut @ Munchy Donuts. I'm a donut fiend, what can I say?
- Double-choc donut @ Donut Factory. I'm a donut fiend and a dark chocolate fiend. This is a donut with dark chocolate filling. Am I to resist?
This list of cravings came about because a couple of friends are discussing a meet up on 10 Nov for someone's bday (you know who you are!) and we're discussing possible places to eat. As I go through my mental list, the cravings hit me like a tonne of bricks and since I've not had my dinner, I am downright miserable right now. *whine*
27 October 2007
History Repeats Itself
Sometimes, we learn from our past and take steps to avoid the same things from happening to us.
Sometimes, we go through lessons and circumstances again. And again. And again, again, again.
Why?
Because we never learn from the experience in the first place. We don't analyse to see what went wrong in the first place and take steps to make sure it doesn't happen the same way. So when faced with the same set of circumstances, we take the same familiar steps and we get a sense of deja vu when events unfold in a chillingly similar manner.
Will I never learn?
Sometimes, we go through lessons and circumstances again. And again. And again, again, again.
Why?
Because we never learn from the experience in the first place. We don't analyse to see what went wrong in the first place and take steps to make sure it doesn't happen the same way. So when faced with the same set of circumstances, we take the same familiar steps and we get a sense of deja vu when events unfold in a chillingly similar manner.
Will I never learn?
24 October 2007
It Never Rain But Pours
We interrupt today's programme to bring you this:
Yesterday afternoon, there was a dearth of food in the office. My colleagues and I went around asking for food from one another, to no avail. No food means no food. We were reduced to munching on dry, tasteless crackers to appease our growling tummies.
Today, there is a surfeit of food. Some kind souls (bless them!) decided to buy us tea-break and delivered boxes of Don's chicken pie to our busy busy office. It's peak period, you see, and they wanted to give us poor souls something to brighten our day. What better way than to satisfy our physical hunger? :D
Just as we were revelling in the good news, another colleague brought in a tub of delicious chee cheong fun. It's not the usual sweet-sauce-chilli-sauce cheecheongfun, but the Vietnamese variety :D It's made with high-quality ikan bilis, chilli padi with a great big punch, fresh lettuce, Vietnamese ham and Vietnamese fish sauce. Soooo refreshingly gooood.
The office smells great now ^^ unfortunately, my new pretty blouse feels a bit too tight. Darn it, my tummy is not the bottomless pit people make it out to be, it's more like a balloon (blimp?) that expands with the contents. Lest I sound remotely ungrateful for the glorious oversupply of food, let me assure you, nay nay nay. I am most deliriously happy, except for that irritating constricting feeling around my waist. My clothes doth protest.
Yesterday afternoon, there was a dearth of food in the office. My colleagues and I went around asking for food from one another, to no avail. No food means no food. We were reduced to munching on dry, tasteless crackers to appease our growling tummies.
Today, there is a surfeit of food. Some kind souls (bless them!) decided to buy us tea-break and delivered boxes of Don's chicken pie to our busy busy office. It's peak period, you see, and they wanted to give us poor souls something to brighten our day. What better way than to satisfy our physical hunger? :D
Just as we were revelling in the good news, another colleague brought in a tub of delicious chee cheong fun. It's not the usual sweet-sauce-chilli-sauce cheecheongfun, but the Vietnamese variety :D It's made with high-quality ikan bilis, chilli padi with a great big punch, fresh lettuce, Vietnamese ham and Vietnamese fish sauce. Soooo refreshingly gooood.
The office smells great now ^^ unfortunately, my new pretty blouse feels a bit too tight. Darn it, my tummy is not the bottomless pit people make it out to be, it's more like a balloon (blimp?) that expands with the contents. Lest I sound remotely ungrateful for the glorious oversupply of food, let me assure you, nay nay nay. I am most deliriously happy, except for that irritating constricting feeling around my waist. My clothes doth protest.
21 October 2007
Relationship Building Activities
Growing up, my favourite past times evolved and developed, but they have largely remained the same.
I've always loved reading and writing, and I still do. My mum bought me a hard-cover and beautifully illustrated version of Aesop's fables when I was in Pri 1 and my aunties told her it was too chim for me, but I read it from cover to cover while she was away on holiday. Doodling and drawing have been in my blood since young, as can be told from the grafitti on walls and the scrawls in my textbooks from Pri school til college days, which landed me in trouble with some teachers. Oh, and an all time favourite: bullying and terrorizing my brother...
Oops, did I actually say that out loud?
My brother is almost 6foot tall and works out regularly, plus he's got my family's natural good looks (ahemz), so he is actually tall, dark and hemsem. But as a kid, he was smaller sized than me, plus I was rather strong for a girl my age way back then. As such, I'd use this physical advantage shamelessly to get my way and literally twisting his arm to get my way was not beneath me then. It's still not beneath me NOW, but seeing how big he is, I can't push him around anymore ; PP
He reckons that his interest in getting fit started with me pushing him around. Well now, that's food for thought :P Anyways, karma and retribution is biting me in my ample ass, for my brother frequently flaunts his flab-free-ness in my face and taunts me by jiggling my arms, poking my chubby tummy and scoffing at my thunder thighs.
Sample conversation:
Bro: Hey you, sis! What's this I see? *pinches my arm* Is that *in an incredibly mocking tone* faaaaats??
Me: OW! Be careful! I'm a delicate flower!
Bro: *Widened eyes and a visible sneer on his lips* Oh My Gosh! Look at that! It's your TUMMY?! *pokes*
Me: Hey! What's your problem huh, muscle-man??! You think you so good, huh??
Bro: *lying on the floor after doing about 25 diamond push-ups.. yes he's quite hardcore... and then he looks up at me standing near him* Sis! Your thighs! UGH! *closes his eyes and looks away dramatically*
So yes, I can't push him around anymore and he's milking it for all it's worth. I try punching him every now and then, but it doesn't quite have the same punch as it used to (+10points for pun here)--he swats me away like he would a gnat.
But there is something I can still do, and I do with great relish: I wake him up in the mornings. *cue thunder, lightning, evil laughter: muahahahahahahaaaa*
See, my poor brother is incapable of waking up before lunch time under normal circumstances (read: weekends. Weekdays are an anomaly in my world.), and waking up is a 30min long process for him. First, he drifts in and out of consciousness. Then, his eyes opens for a millisecond. Then maybe he flips over once. Then once more, before one eye twitches again. You get the idea.
Sometimes when I want to have a breakfast companion, my only choice is to get the poor boy out of bed so that he can have some morning nutrition with his most favourite sibling in the world--me. Waking my brother up is an elaborate 10 step process, so let me just share some of my favourite techniques:
- Open the door, run into the room yelling "WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPPPPP!! GETUPGETUPGETUUUUUP!"
- Pull off blankets, pull open shades / curtains, switch on lights in the room if necessary.
- If he resists, pull away pillow and bolster. (This technique no longer works as he's stronger than me now... probably another reason why he hits the gym)
- Poke him incessantly, especially if he has sore muscles from exercising and you know about it. USE THAT KNOWLEDGE!
- Tickle his feet. Especially effective if you have removed the blanket and his feet has nowhere to hide.
- Set his alarm for snooze in 1 minute's time and hide it somewhere inaccessible.
Unfortunately, he's wisened up and locks the door now, so I'm reduced to knocking the door in an elaborate rythm and pattern as irritating as possible so that it torments him while he tries to sleep.
Anyway, the whole point of this post is that my brother's birthday just passed and I'd like to dedicate this post to him, saying that what doesn't kill him certainly makes him stronger and wiser, and he only needs to look at our relationship to confirm it ; )
Blessed belated birthday, bro!
I've always loved reading and writing, and I still do. My mum bought me a hard-cover and beautifully illustrated version of Aesop's fables when I was in Pri 1 and my aunties told her it was too chim for me, but I read it from cover to cover while she was away on holiday. Doodling and drawing have been in my blood since young, as can be told from the grafitti on walls and the scrawls in my textbooks from Pri school til college days, which landed me in trouble with some teachers. Oh, and an all time favourite: bullying and terrorizing my brother...
Oops, did I actually say that out loud?
My brother is almost 6foot tall and works out regularly, plus he's got my family's natural good looks (ahemz), so he is actually tall, dark and hemsem. But as a kid, he was smaller sized than me, plus I was rather strong for a girl my age way back then. As such, I'd use this physical advantage shamelessly to get my way and literally twisting his arm to get my way was not beneath me then. It's still not beneath me NOW, but seeing how big he is, I can't push him around anymore ; PP
He reckons that his interest in getting fit started with me pushing him around. Well now, that's food for thought :P Anyways, karma and retribution is biting me in my ample ass, for my brother frequently flaunts his flab-free-ness in my face and taunts me by jiggling my arms, poking my chubby tummy and scoffing at my thunder thighs.
Sample conversation:
Bro: Hey you, sis! What's this I see? *pinches my arm* Is that *in an incredibly mocking tone* faaaaats??
Me: OW! Be careful! I'm a delicate flower!
Bro: *Widened eyes and a visible sneer on his lips* Oh My Gosh! Look at that! It's your TUMMY?! *pokes*
Me: Hey! What's your problem huh, muscle-man??! You think you so good, huh??
Bro: *lying on the floor after doing about 25 diamond push-ups.. yes he's quite hardcore... and then he looks up at me standing near him* Sis! Your thighs! UGH! *closes his eyes and looks away dramatically*
So yes, I can't push him around anymore and he's milking it for all it's worth. I try punching him every now and then, but it doesn't quite have the same punch as it used to (+10points for pun here)--he swats me away like he would a gnat.
But there is something I can still do, and I do with great relish: I wake him up in the mornings. *cue thunder, lightning, evil laughter: muahahahahahahaaaa*
See, my poor brother is incapable of waking up before lunch time under normal circumstances (read: weekends. Weekdays are an anomaly in my world.), and waking up is a 30min long process for him. First, he drifts in and out of consciousness. Then, his eyes opens for a millisecond. Then maybe he flips over once. Then once more, before one eye twitches again. You get the idea.
Sometimes when I want to have a breakfast companion, my only choice is to get the poor boy out of bed so that he can have some morning nutrition with his most favourite sibling in the world--me. Waking my brother up is an elaborate 10 step process, so let me just share some of my favourite techniques:
- Open the door, run into the room yelling "WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPPPPP!! GETUPGETUPGETUUUUUP!"
- Pull off blankets, pull open shades / curtains, switch on lights in the room if necessary.
- If he resists, pull away pillow and bolster. (This technique no longer works as he's stronger than me now... probably another reason why he hits the gym)
- Poke him incessantly, especially if he has sore muscles from exercising and you know about it. USE THAT KNOWLEDGE!
- Tickle his feet. Especially effective if you have removed the blanket and his feet has nowhere to hide.
- Set his alarm for snooze in 1 minute's time and hide it somewhere inaccessible.
Unfortunately, he's wisened up and locks the door now, so I'm reduced to knocking the door in an elaborate rythm and pattern as irritating as possible so that it torments him while he tries to sleep.
Anyway, the whole point of this post is that my brother's birthday just passed and I'd like to dedicate this post to him, saying that what doesn't kill him certainly makes him stronger and wiser, and he only needs to look at our relationship to confirm it ; )
Blessed belated birthday, bro!
17 October 2007
Simple Pleasures in Life
Right now, I'm feeling really sleepy and sated despite the pile of work on my desk waiting for me to tackle. And why is that so?
It is because I had a really yummy lunch of prawn noodles + a munchy donut after that.
(Ingrish lesson digression: Did anyone go through this in their Primary school english lesson before? The lesson where you're not supposed to start a sentence with "because"?Because It is because it is bad writing. So when answering comprehension passages questions like "Why did Andy take the apple?" you don't say "Because Andy was blahblahblah" BUT "It is because Andy was blahblahblah." Funny how blogging triggers the strangest memories in the dusty recesses of one's mind.
If one has a mind.)
Oh I could go on about the pleasures of the Katong prawn noodles, of how I love love LOVE the sweet soup, the chilli powder, the guilty pleasure of biting into lard pieces while chomping down on a large sized prawn, the crispy oily salty yummy ngoh hiang that is a must to order...
... but I shan't.Because It is because the work on my desk is giving me a massive guilt trip and lunch took long enough as it is.
It is because I had a really yummy lunch of prawn noodles + a munchy donut after that.
(Ingrish lesson digression: Did anyone go through this in their Primary school english lesson before? The lesson where you're not supposed to start a sentence with "because"?
If one has a mind.)
Oh I could go on about the pleasures of the Katong prawn noodles, of how I love love LOVE the sweet soup, the chilli powder, the guilty pleasure of biting into lard pieces while chomping down on a large sized prawn, the crispy oily salty yummy ngoh hiang that is a must to order...
... but I shan't.
13 October 2007
Ingrish Lesson 101: Barbeck
Strolling at East Coast Park one Saturday afternoon, Intuition nudged me and pointed at a signboard...
He: Look at the signboard!
Me: What about it?
He: Look carefully! It says "Barbecue"!
Me: ... so?
He: Don't you see anything wrong?? b.a.r.b.e.SEEEEEEE.u.e???
Me: *stifling a grin* that's not wrong what!
He: Aiyo your spelling is going down the drain. It's spelt b.a.r.b.e.KEEEEW.u.e!!
Me: *bimbotic look* then that would be pronounced as BarBECK! See, how do you pronounce boutique? BootiKEW?? NO! It's pronounced Boo-Teek! How about "tongue"? Not "tong-ew", right??
He: *clasps his hands over my head and shakes it* AHHHH!!! You're getting sillier and sillier! I don't want to talk to you anymore!
Actually, I was just having him on. I also thought that the signboard had a spelling error (horrors, our National Parks Board can't spell!) but wanted to have fun with the inconsistencies of the Ingrish Language. Until I checked the spelling of BBQ for this post and saw that BOTH spelling were accepted; in fact, "barbecue" was more common than "barbeque", which was the way I've been spelling it all my life.
So here's Ingrish Lesson 101 for you: Barbec/que, as carefully researched by QuirkieKai.
He: Look at the signboard!
Me: What about it?
He: Look carefully! It says "Barbecue"!
Me: ... so?
He: Don't you see anything wrong?? b.a.r.b.e.SEEEEEEE.u.e???
Me: *stifling a grin* that's not wrong what!
He: Aiyo your spelling is going down the drain. It's spelt b.a.r.b.e.KEEEEW.u.e!!
Me: *bimbotic look* then that would be pronounced as BarBECK! See, how do you pronounce boutique? BootiKEW?? NO! It's pronounced Boo-Teek! How about "tongue"? Not "tong-ew", right??
He: *clasps his hands over my head and shakes it* AHHHH!!! You're getting sillier and sillier! I don't want to talk to you anymore!
Actually, I was just having him on. I also thought that the signboard had a spelling error (horrors, our National Parks Board can't spell!) but wanted to have fun with the inconsistencies of the Ingrish Language. Until I checked the spelling of BBQ for this post and saw that BOTH spelling were accepted; in fact, "barbecue" was more common than "barbeque", which was the way I've been spelling it all my life.
So here's Ingrish Lesson 101 for you: Barbec/que, as carefully researched by QuirkieKai.
Burger Queen
"If you don't study hard, you will end up flipping burgers at MacDonald's!"
"If you don't study hard, you will end up studying in MacDonald's university!"
Such were thethreats motivational speeches of my childhood to keep me fearful motivated to hit the books. I mean hit the books metaphorically, not literally ^_~ Perhaps it's these psychological scars that kept me from lovin' the MacD's bleah burgers, but I digress.
So it is with great amusement that my brother watched me flip hamburgers for today's lunch and my dad polishing it off, pronouncing it "the best burger I've ever had!" Coming from someone who steadfastly avoids red meat, this is high praise indeed. My brother reminded my dad of his oft-repeated phrase and proclaimed it a prophecy, as I was indeed flipping burgers, though not for a living.
If you think that my burgers are anything like that of MacD's, HAH you're WRONG! A pox on you if you dare compare the two! My burgers have got thick 80gm beef patties that are juicy and crumbles at the bite, topped with an oh-so-juicy portebello mushroom and oodles of caramelized onions. My parents polished up all of it and picked at the onions that slithered out of the burger. It's goooood. *slurpz*
Burger Queen Burgers
Burger Toppings:
4 portebello mushrooms
3/4 white onion, sliced
Burger Patties:
320gm minced beef
1/4 white onion, finely chopped
1 Jacob's cream cracker, crumbled into crumbs.
1 tbspoon corn flour
1 egg
A squirt of ketchup
A squirt of worceshire sauce
1 teaspoon salt
A generous dash of pepper
Mix it all together in a large bowl, making sure that everything is mixed evenly.
Shape the meat into 4 patties and let it sit for a while.
Panfry the portebello mushrooms with a drizzle of olive oil and salt; that's all you need. Fry until juicy and soft. Remove from saucepan.
Reheat the saucepan (that's all I have, no fancy grills for these burgers of mine) and place the patties in it. Cover the saucepan! Leave it there for 2min, then flip the patties, cover saucepan and leave it there for another 2min. After that, switch off the flame and let it heat through for a min or two with the saucepan covered again. Then voila, the patties are done =) The reason for covering the saucepan? It retains the heat and moisture in the patties, letting it cook faster while retaining the juices as much as possible. I tried frying them without being covered and they cook slower, thus are more dry. Learn from my mistakes.
Remove the patty, drizzle some olive oil, sugar and salt on the suacepan that's still covered in burger juice and fry onions in there. It should be done in about 7min? Dump onions on the burger patties and viola, lunch =D
We like our burger buns lightly toasted and buttered. Cheese, tomato ketchup and mustard were piled on to add to the messy burger feel, but these are really up to the individual. I like mine without a chunky slice of tomato as I thought it detracted from the lovely onion + mushroom + beef combo, but my brother liked it with the tomato. No photos for this post, as my house was devoid of AA batteries and my camera was out of juice. T-T
"If you don't study hard, you will end up studying in MacDonald's university!"
Such were the
So it is with great amusement that my brother watched me flip hamburgers for today's lunch and my dad polishing it off, pronouncing it "the best burger I've ever had!" Coming from someone who steadfastly avoids red meat, this is high praise indeed. My brother reminded my dad of his oft-repeated phrase and proclaimed it a prophecy, as I was indeed flipping burgers, though not for a living.
If you think that my burgers are anything like that of MacD's, HAH you're WRONG! A pox on you if you dare compare the two! My burgers have got thick 80gm beef patties that are juicy and crumbles at the bite, topped with an oh-so-juicy portebello mushroom and oodles of caramelized onions. My parents polished up all of it and picked at the onions that slithered out of the burger. It's goooood. *slurpz*
Burger Queen Burgers
Burger Toppings:
4 portebello mushrooms
3/4 white onion, sliced
Burger Patties:
320gm minced beef
1/4 white onion, finely chopped
1 Jacob's cream cracker, crumbled into crumbs.
1 tbspoon corn flour
1 egg
A squirt of ketchup
A squirt of worceshire sauce
1 teaspoon salt
A generous dash of pepper
Mix it all together in a large bowl, making sure that everything is mixed evenly.
Shape the meat into 4 patties and let it sit for a while.
Panfry the portebello mushrooms with a drizzle of olive oil and salt; that's all you need. Fry until juicy and soft. Remove from saucepan.
Reheat the saucepan (that's all I have, no fancy grills for these burgers of mine) and place the patties in it. Cover the saucepan! Leave it there for 2min, then flip the patties, cover saucepan and leave it there for another 2min. After that, switch off the flame and let it heat through for a min or two with the saucepan covered again. Then voila, the patties are done =) The reason for covering the saucepan? It retains the heat and moisture in the patties, letting it cook faster while retaining the juices as much as possible. I tried frying them without being covered and they cook slower, thus are more dry. Learn from my mistakes.
Remove the patty, drizzle some olive oil, sugar and salt on the suacepan that's still covered in burger juice and fry onions in there. It should be done in about 7min? Dump onions on the burger patties and viola, lunch =D
We like our burger buns lightly toasted and buttered. Cheese, tomato ketchup and mustard were piled on to add to the messy burger feel, but these are really up to the individual. I like mine without a chunky slice of tomato as I thought it detracted from the lovely onion + mushroom + beef combo, but my brother liked it with the tomato. No photos for this post, as my house was devoid of AA batteries and my camera was out of juice. T-T
10 October 2007
Flowers of the Field
Psalm 103: 15-17
15 As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
16 For the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
And its place remembers it no more.
17 But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting
On those who fear Him,
And His righteousness to children’s children.
Saw these pretty flowers on my way to work this morning and quickly snapped a few shots of it. I love flowers, in case you can't tell by now, and I especially enjoy photographing them. The details are different from species to species and with a good shot, you can capture the softness of the petals, the vibrancy of the colours and the delicacy of its structure. Not that I'm "there" liaoz, far from it, but it's something I strive to attain =)
Sadly, these lovely creations are often here today and gone tomorrow, much like men in all our striving. Here's a wallpaper to remind us of God's goodness and the beauty of His creation =)
03 October 2007
"Meet My Girl"
A single, eligible bachelor on my MSN recently put this line behind his nick: "TB wants his gal--Rivela". My my, what a declaration coming from someone usually reserved about such topics. So I just had to ask...
Me: who is Rivela??
TB: oh, u really wanna know? here's her picture: http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/qqmomo/ok2.jpg
Me: ...
Me: ok she's really hot but still... I don't think she's your type.
TB: lol!
TB: btw, Friend C is asking about rivela oredi. i'm saying truthful things like, she's not from singapore etc. ROFL!!
Me: u're horrigible!!!
TB: but i'm not telling Friend C she's virtual :D Friend C asks if she's malay.
Me: ROFL!
TB: she assumes we met on the internet, which is technically correct. she asks how do i know her; i say i know her from online gaming, which is correct.
Me: OMG! I have to blog about this. this is too funny.
TB: =D ha ha ha.
TB: she's asking when are we getting married. i said not yet. the game hasn't implemented weddings yet, but well ... u never know. anything is possible.
Me: ROFL! why dun u say "internet r/s seldom last v long..."
TB: isn't it fun to have friends like Friend C?
Me: who is Rivela??
TB: oh, u really wanna know? here's her picture: http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/qqmomo/ok2.jpg
Me: ...
Me: ok she's really hot but still... I don't think she's your type.
TB: lol!
TB: btw, Friend C is asking about rivela oredi. i'm saying truthful things like, she's not from singapore etc. ROFL!!
Me: u're horrigible!!!
TB: but i'm not telling Friend C she's virtual :D Friend C asks if she's malay.
Me: ROFL!
TB: she assumes we met on the internet, which is technically correct. she asks how do i know her; i say i know her from online gaming, which is correct.
Me: OMG! I have to blog about this. this is too funny.
TB: =D ha ha ha.
TB: she's asking when are we getting married. i said not yet. the game hasn't implemented weddings yet, but well ... u never know. anything is possible.
Me: ROFL! why dun u say "internet r/s seldom last v long..."
TB: isn't it fun to have friends like Friend C?
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