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Saturday, April 18, 2009 - 2:48 PM
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Bf: you tau, semalam kan i tidur kat umah nenek. then ada aircon. at first, i on aircon 18 deg. masih panas jugak. so, i on sampai 16 deg. syiok sak you! lenyak sey tidur.

Me: eh? i on 20 deg kat aircon bilik i dah mengigil. apa lagi 16 deg. you memang ah. dah sah macam beruang!

Bf: at least i beruang. daripada macam you, unta. bulu smua curly barsterd.

Me: eh eh. tak semestinya i ada darah arab, bulu i smua nak kena curly barsterd eh.

Bf: Arab kan memang gitu. berbulu banyak. curly macam keling nye. i monyet. monyet jawa. berbulu tapi tak curly macam you nye.

Me: you...sebelum i kacau you lagi macam semalam, lebih baik you diam. kalau tak, i tak nak bebual dengan you lagi. hrmph!

Bf: tak nak bebual, tak nak bebual lor. eh you, next wed i kena botak sey.

Me: botak licin abis pe? nanti kena pakai sunglass sey. daripada jauh boleh nampak sinaran. fuhh!

Bf: ah-ah. ala takpe. ni monyet botak. banyak bulu stakat kat kaki nye.

Me: grrrrrrrrrr! Racist giler sak you! dengan matair sendiri pun nak racist. chiss!


That's the very first conversation i had with my boyfriend when i woke up this afternoon. We were talking about bulus. You know bulus? Hairs on your body. Jyeah! I know it's a pretty weird topic to talk about. But you know my boyfriend lah kan. Once he starts his nonsense, he can't stop. He will continue talking about it until he makes that someone peeved. Poor me. I always had to be his victim.

And did i tell you that this year's SHS Freshmen Orientation was rather chialat? Only those who volunteered/selected to become their student mentors would know what i mean. But against all odds, i did have fun being the Games IC of Tug Of War! Shouting here and there and drilling the freshies have always been my favourite thing to do. My Games In-Charge and I would always laugh at their cheers. There was one moment when we tried very hard to listen to their cheer, we end up hearing Rojak lah, Murtabak lah. Funny, i tell you! We were so goddamn evil. Even 10 times evil as the devil.

I wouldn't mind volunteering myself again for next year's orientation. It's so much FUN! :D