For the past few seconds i was cursing blogger. It denied me entry for probably the fourth time. And wasting my precious 15 seconds. And flexing my 68 muscles on my forehead frowning. It was only when i was opening my mouth to yell at my cute, innocent and cuddly computer that i realise i was busy typing booger.com. Yeah. I know. Sorry computer. You and i both know we still love each other.

I was hanging out with CL today as usual. However, today was somewhat different. She had a lady tagging along. Her taiwanese manager. Doing her inspection rounds for the associated singapore retail shops. I was busy exercising my frowns yet again why she doesnt have her police sunglasses and cap on. I mean like, inspector, hello. And of course, what is originally pure shopping with an old friend became a tagging game. You know, she tagging along, then i had no choice but to tag along, then CL tagged along with the situation. It's complicated i know. Before you slapped me, and i know it's tempting, the point i'm tryin to drive at is that my chinese really sucks.

I mean i know it kinda sucked. But i didnt realise it sucked THAT much until i had to do the impossible today- Speak hua yu throughout for the next few hours, to accomodate the badgeless inspector. I was speaking in such perfect manner that they decided to honour me by callin me Chinese Pte Ltd.

How bad was it??

Well let's just say i tried ordering this noodle in the HK cafe sayin to a confused lady from china ( i presumed she's from china. Cos she gave a confused chinese look and i knew i blew it),

"er..wo yao chu rou mian. With ji dan. And hot the yuan yang."

Dont understand??

Correct translation from chinesehateslulu.com : i would like to have ROUGH pork noodles. With an egg. And an order of a really sexy drink, called yuan yang"

Yeah. I know.
Laugh people. Laugh.

But hey, my chinese got Distinction one ok!
Serious!!!

Which is, no was,
1, or is it 2, no 3 years since jc graduation!!

Holy crap! *push up wrinkles*

Luckily there was the divine invention of numbers next to the orders. It saved my day.

Ok. From today onwards, i'm going to jiang hua yu. For real. Like real real. Like really real real real. Next time speak to me in hua yu ok. I mean it. I will try to communicate the best homosapien way as possible.


And Oh. my. god.
GASP!

Did you hear that??
It's back. I just threw it out of the window a few minutes ago!!

Did i tell you that i'm cursed??

It's...

*eerie creept background music*



The Curse of The Golden Beetle.

I mean this bloody beetle follows me around everywhere in da house! For the past couple of months! I mean it! I even have my tools for catching it the 200967 time. And my sexy bandana saying "die beetle die!" on my forehead whenever it invades my room. Even my brother has helped once. Except he ran off like a freakin p**** when the beetle charged at us. Leavin me all alone. How sweet, my braather.

But apparently it has become a source of entertainment for my beloved mother instead. She finds it unbelievably amusing.

*Shakes head*

Well, what can i say??

J'aime beaucoup ma famile.

Really??

Ohh yes.
Really really.