Wow. This blog has become... ancient.

I'M AN ANCIENT REBLOGGER!
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well, firstly, my bangkok trip was terrific. it was just a massive three-day shopping spree. spent like. almost. 800 RINGGIT THERE?! brought back about 13.6kg of CLOTHES in a NEW backpack which Ken bought there. w00t.

Gosh, the sightseeing day was the worst. FIVE BUMPY, UNCOMFORTABLE, HOT AND UNNECESSARY wasted hours in that darn van, going all over Thailand just to see a few spots. And we didn't even get a chance to see all of them. Bloody expensive.

Besides mom trying squeeze EIGHT of us(1 child, 7 adults, the 1 child is me) into ONE suite, which had two rooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a livingroom, the worst part of the visit was the inability to speak the local language. DOH. We were So alienated over there.

KOP KUN KAP!
SAWADEE KAP!

Gosh, what a terrible nightmare. But it was a good trip. Had loads of fun bargaining my ass off. There was one of the markets we went to, the Suan-Lum Night Bazaar. First shop with nice cargo pants which i went into gave me a 350 Baht starting price, so my brother helped me for a 300 Baht mark. She was quite hesitant iniatially, but at last she decided to let us have it. But the problem was that there was no size for me, for that pants! the only one i wanted, had no size for me, while all the rest did. And so we said we'll come back later.

As we strutted around, we found another shop, with a rack of nice cargo pants, similar to the ones the last shop we went to, and so i inquired.

"How much?"

He took the calculator.

"I give you good price."

He typed on the calculator. 1. 7. 5. 0.

Haha. I was laughing in my head, starting to clip the pants back onto the hangar, quietly.

"Okei okei, i give you 20% discount, 1...4...0...0..."

WAHAHAHAHA. Still laughing in my head. We walked away.

"OKEI OKEI! HOW MUCH YOU WANT. YOU PRESS HERE"

I typed 3 0 0 on the calculator, and i looked at his face.

"NO! PLEASE! GIMME MOORE! MOOOORE MOOOORE!!! PLEASE!"

And so we walked away further, looking back, waving at him. Haha you should have seen the look on his face.

"OKEI OKEI! TREE HUNG LERD BAHT! which one you like!"

Haha. he turned around and snapped in jokingly disappointment, "AIYA!"

Can you imagine if some tourist actually paid....hmm... 1750 Baht divided by 8.81... TWO HUNDRED RINGGIT for some ordinary pants... haha. Siao Kia.

Well, above all that, it was a really good experience. Elephant show, Cultural Show, Shopping spree, Bad Pollution... Thailand rox.

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Aaahhh... finally, coming back with a haircut that i wanted. FINALLY. Unlike all those stupid times, going to the indian barber, telling them "ini pendek, depan mau panjang skit, sideburn jangan potong,". In the end, i come home with the usual black coconut shell on my head. M Elegance rocks!!! Haha

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Besides that...erm.. let's see... Studies? aih... exams in two weeks. And three whole subjects to study, FROM SCRATCH!!!

And Joan's leaving so soon! Oh no, my dear joan! Where are you off to! Where the hell is Canada! I don't like Canada!

So many issues to deal with. Including her. Aih. I'm so EMOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Gotta run, guys. See yall soon. Spam my cbox!

Jomi, out. 2.55pm

"If you think I really don't care about you, then that's what you get..."

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Yosh la. Foosball is toally my game. Having two practice sessions in a single day? I'm doomed. But actually quite exciting and satisfying though. Two sessions, at the same venue, first one, coming back from college, got off the sunway bus at KJ station and took a brisk walk to the corner lot. Learned quite some stuff though... seven snake, deadman push snake, gugubaba and some others... quite interesting though... but of course they're all sucky nonsense. inconsistency overwhelms my career in foos. Second session, with ken, at 8.30pm, powered up more push snakes, and... stick passes... w00t. i absolutely cannot do any sort of pull snakes. haha so all of you know now yea?

And well, my dad called all of a sudden, requiring me to report home, luckily escaping with a few minutes worth of relief, using an excuse such as "oh, i'm at 7-eleven. buying some stuff for friend's birthday surprise 2moro."

Yes, and ken ended the 9 balls with a perfect seven. I dare admit that.
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So boring these days, with two days of classes a week, each day having ONLY SIX HOURS of the same subject the whole day.... But okayla, get to foos sometime. Oh my gosh man. Cynthia has bloody hot skills at foosball. It's like some natural thing for her man... Scary. Oh well, life's a bunch of hurdles. hurdles that make you JEALOUS!!! OF OTHER PEOPLE'S FOOSBALL SKILLS!!!

Goodness i'm such a foosaddict. foosfreak. fooscrazy. AAAHHH!!!
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Well, apart from those, my emotions are finally settling down with previous chapters and new feelings are surfacing. Am i glad or what. whee! I mean.. it's like.. the past already. You're being like my classmate. who really hates seeing him. hates being with. wants to talk to him but doesn't want to talk to him. the worst part is... hating him so much, because she thinks he doesn't care for her, and yet still talking so much about him. How his hair doesn't look good. doesn't suit him. what was the hairstylist thinking. why he's always sitting there. and not here. or the other side. why he's always doing this and not that. it's so damn IRRITATING. is that spelt correctly? erm yea. it's so damn IRRITATING. BOTH OF YOU. Hmm. yea maybe i'm crapping my brains out. MAYBE. We'll soon find out, huh. So, for now, all i have to say is, i treat you as a friend. I have so many friends. And different friends mean different matters to me. So i treat them differently, but still as friends... no? and thus,if i'm treating you badly, or uncomfortably, please let me know. I'd very much like to solve the problem. Well, thanks anyways for everything you've done for me. And sorry if i've caused any inconvenience.

Eye Gas That Seat Four Now.

Jomi, out.
11.48pm