But this is how the story ends, Or have we just begun

[31/03/09 - 9.15pm - the malay bits have just been edited in 'cause the minute I told gloglo that teman serumah aku tak ada FB aku, dia add aku. o.O]

Random cuts and wounds have been appearing on my fingers and legs lately. Kinda makes me wonder what exactly do I do when I'm unconscious at night. I keep telling myself that it's 'cause the weather's getting real dry and so my skin is more prone to splitting, but seriously, the wounds don't look very natural to me. It's helping me make good use of my massive collection of band-aids though.

Thought processes of Joce in a supermarket. *browse aisles browse aisles* "Oooh, band-aids on sale. Cheap. Buy. You never know when you need band-aids."

Anyhoo, my posts are gonna start becoming irregular again 'cause Uni has been crazy. I haven't even had time to go on my usual stakeout of the basketball court near my house (Finally found one! But I'm yet to figure out how to actually get into the basketball court and whether it's free for public use).

A long-awaited update on kawan serumah aku. Kinda feels like I'm a scientist with a lab rat, needing to update curious people who pester me about the progress of my experiments -.-.

Anyway, dia masih occassionally driving me crazy. As per my conversations with various people last Friday night.

*Phone rings* 她真的真的很脏啊！ 她在家里穿鞋的喔！Ta zhen de zhen de hen zang ah! Ta zai jia li chuan xie de wor! (Dia benar-benar kotor! Dia pakai kasut dalam rumah ler!) *delirious laughter on other side of phone -.-*

35 minutes and a quick trip to the kitchen later *Phone rings again* (hokkien) Yi jin lasap ah! Yi seh liau wa eh pua ka na bo seh aneh, ko wu ming kia tiau kin eh! (Dia sangat kotor! Lepas dia cuci mangkuk, masih ada barang tergantung! <-- LOL at my own bahasa) *delirious laughter on other side of phone -.-'''*

My bladder almost burst a couple of times 'cause dia selalu guna bathroom beberapa jam pun ada. And I'm not exaggerating about beberapa jam. The record so far is 2. And the average is about satu jam sepuluh minit. She also selalu menghempas barang and I'm always anxious bila dia keluar dan balik rumah 'cause I fear that one day pintu depan aku really is gonna fall off its hinges.

But apart from all that, orangnya masih okay la. =D

Venting done. Assignments await!

But I never said I would, I guess I’m gonna miss my chance again

Feast your eyes on the ultimate East-West fusion bento:

Onigiri filled/pre-mixed with furikake (seaweed, sesame seeds, and salt), tamagoyaki, and fried chicken.

Yeah it doesn't look too impressive but there really isn't much I can put into a lunchbox for my tiny appetite. Also, the tamagoyaki was made with only one egg, so the one at the end had a hole in the middle =D (The picture looks a lot bigger than the size of my actual container).

Anyhoo, Uni is a b***h (so is procrastination) and I have a million tutorial questions to complete so I won't get publicly shamed by my awesome tutors, particularly since I've begun developing a habit of being late for class since I've decided to cut down on my truancy of the past. Now I actually do show up for most of my classes ('cause attendance is taken here), but erm... usually 5-10 minutes past the start time *hangs head in shame*.

And they are made out of real things, Like a shoebox of photographs

I walk into my cupboard door on an almost daily basis. It's not even funny anymore. Sometimes I really do wonder where I leave my mind.

Time rewinds to last Friday.

Class was meant to start at 10.10 a.m. So early morning 8 a.m. rolls around, and *ting* like clockwork, Joce rises from bed. And falls back down for "another 10 minutes". When she finally rises for real, it was half past 8. Out she goes to the kitchen to fix herself breakfast + prepare her bento for lunch. So in goes the rice into the cooker, and she happily fried away at her tamagoyaki and veges.

A shower and a quick scurry around the room looking for her books later, the rice was still cooking. "Oh no!" she thought, "I'm not gonna be in time!". Fortunately, after some time, the rice cooked and a quick roll of onigiris later, her lunch was ready. Back to the room she goes, lunch in hand. She puts the lunch down while she finishes packing her bag, and out the door she goes. As she reaches the front door, she realises something is missing. Back she ran into the room and picked up her lunchbox, threw it in her bag... and cracked her elbow hard against the wall. -.-

Eyes watering from pain and fast-walking towards the busstop, she realises the bus was already there picking people up, and she still had a road to cross. So off she ran after the bus, hair flying, bag lagging, face flushed. Needless to say, by the time she got on the bus, people were staring. Since the bus was quite full, she trudged towards the back of the bus and plopped down on the seats in the last row.

Now she usually uses her mp3 player (yeah, her free one that she got for buying printer ink) during transit (on the bus, walking etc) and it was the same that day. What she didn't know at that time was, 5 minutes into the bus trip, her batteries had died. A full 10 minutes later, she thought "hey, I don't remember ever downloading these songs." She finally realised that the music she had been hearing were actually blasting from the earphones of the aussie lad (with unfairly beautiful hair) sitting next to her. -.-

By this time, she was starting to get seriously worried that she was gonna be late for class. And she really didn't want to be because this was a lecture, meaning there were close to 300 (maybe more?) other students probably already sitting in their seats in the auditorium. So she started mentally encouraging the bus: "Fly bus fly. Onwards!" And it worked. She ended being 1 minute away from being late. As she entered the already-full auditorium, she scoured the crowd for an empty seat. Empty seat spotted! And she scurried up the steps towards the seat.... only to trip and almost-fall in front of 300 other students. *wishes the ground would open up and swallow her whole*

The rest of the day flew by and she was really happy, having a semi-reunion catch-up dinner with yew inn, clem + gf, sim (video-calling over msn so he unfortunately couldn't eat all the yummy food we had that night =D).

Then it came time to go home. Now, earlier that day, she had bought a humongous chinese cabbage which was on sale, and she was extremely happy with what she paid for it. Hugging her purchase and bidding her friend goodbye, she entered her home and headed directly for her room, cabbage in hand. "Wait a minute, the fridge is in the kitchen. That a-way!" So she turns around.... and walked into her cupboard door. -.-

Moral of the story: If you buy a cabbage big enough to house a family of mice, put it in the fridge before you go to your room.

Goodbye, I'm not going to waste this time

I'm gonna do this post in Chinese and Malay (please don't laugh at my Malay, SPM was a long time ago =D), just in case a certain someone stumbles upon my blog one of these days. Hehehe. Just so you know, I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just telling it as it is since people have been asking me how 我的新同屋/kawan serumah saya (HAHAHA, sounds so weird) is.

她好臭啊，哈哈。 不是我要说，但是她真的有点气味。。。 就是那种黑人的气味。而且我觉得她有点脏。她好像很少很少洗头发因为我到现在都没有看到她的洗发水，而且她好像没有每天洗澡。

还有，你知道黑人的头发都是那种卷卷的，所以掉在我厕所地板上，看起来好恶心啊 （真的是她头上的头发，你们别想歪）！

可是这些都不是她的错，只是我有点不耐脏。

还有，她每次用我的东西都没有问的。 她根本就是以为我的东西也是她的东西。她如果问我，我一定肯她用啊，可是她连问都没有问．而且每次用了我的锅，都没有随时洗起来。我已经跟她说了好几次，她还是照样没有随时洗。问题是，她没有想到，如果我也要用我的锅子，怎么办呢？

其实还有好多，但是我有点懒惰继续抱怨下去，呵呵。

可是呢，虽然她黑人的气味有点重，还有她有点缺基本的礼貌，但是到目前为止，她人其实还好啦. 我会尽量忍耐她，因为个人有个人的住法和个性。

而且她有说过她会很少在家因为她平常在学校，所以我有时候还是可以自己一个人大喊大叫， 呵呵.

Okay, time for Malay version. Pretty much just gonna directly translate it from the Chinese one 'cause it's 12.20 a.m. (took me 15 minutes to conjure up my Chinese masterpiece above) and the inner obasan is very tired. SO, it's gonna sound really weird.. and broken. Hehe. Here goes:

Dia sikit busuk ler. Bukannya aku mahu mengumpat, tapi dia benar-benar ada sikit bau... itu orang hitam punya bau. Aku juga rasa dia sikit kotor ler. Dia macam sangat jarang cuci rambut kerana dia sudah tinggal di sini seminggu, tapi saya masih belum nampak syampu-nya (dahlah orang hitam ada sikit bau).

Dia juga macam tidak mandi tiap-tiap hari, dan rambutnya yang kerinting tu (dari kepalanya, jangan fikir senget) selalu jatuh di lantai tandas dan nampaknya menjijikkan (walaupun rambut aku juga jatuhlah, tapi kerana rambut orang hitam tu kerinting, jadi nampaknya lebih menjijikkan)! Saya tahu segala ini bukanlah kesalahannya, tapi saya tak tahan orang kotor ler.

Dia juga selalu guna barang aku tanpa meminta izin aku，macamlah barang aku adalah barangnya juga. Kalau dia meminta izin, tentulah aku mengizinkan, tapi dia langsung tidak minta. Dan dia selalu guna kuali aku, dan tidak basuh (cuci? membersih?) dengan segeranya. Aku sudah memberitahunya beberapa kali, tapi dia masih selalu biarkan saja kuali dan mangkuk kotor dalam sinki saja. Dia langsung tidak mempertimbangkan kalau aku juga mahu guna kuali atau tidak.

Sebenarnya, masih ada banyak lagi, tapi aku sudah malas mengumpat lagi lah, hehe.

Tapi, walaupun orangnya sikit kotor dan sikit busuk, dan sikit kekurangan budi bahasa (LOL, this bit sounds way odd), setakat kini, orangnya boleh tahan lah. Aku akan cuba tahan jak lah, kerana tiap-tiap orang ada cara-cara dan personalitinya sendiri.

Dia juga pernah cakap bahawa dia jarang di rumah kerana dia selalu di Uni, jadi kadang-kala, aku masih boleh syok sendiri di rumah! Hehe.

Thus ends my possibly horribly inaccurate translation into extremely broken Malay. And so also ends Joce's once-in-a-blue-moon complaining session. Hehe.

She had no rings on her fingers, She had diamonds in her eyes

So how long does it really take to change a lightbulb? 2 hours.

Following the changing of the 2 bulbs in the living room from orange to white lights, I proceeded to change the one in my room. One twist of the old bulb and the whole thing came off... literally the whole thing: wires, bulb holder and all. Deng deng deng. I had broken the dinosaur-years-old wire in two.

And so, bulb in hand, I ran next door to get my neighbour's help. Along came he (and his wife aka my ex-piano teacher), tools and all, to try and fix the thing back on with that little bit of wire left, and LO, we discovered that one of the screws in the bulb-holder was missing. He claimed he had seen it when he handed it down to his wife earlier.

Thus began the long excruciating search for that one little screw that would make all the difference. We searched everywhere all around the room, but there was no sign of this elusive screw. It couldn't have been outside since she didn't leave the room after she got hold of the holder. So where could it be? In the bin?

So off we marched with the bin and emptied its contents all over the floor in front of my house. Slowly we picked my rubbish one by one and put them back in the bin (eww... I even had a torn (but clean) undie in there *blush*), all the while searching for that one little phantom screw. Needless to say, we didn't find it in there. Back we marched, into the room, where neighbour-husband-man was still scouring the floors.

One hour. It took us one hour, and we couldn't find it. What can I say? We're persistent. And then neighbour-piano-teacher-lady said "Let's just go to the shops and see if they have one that fits." I grabbed my bag, walked out of the room and LO, the screw was right there under my foot,... in the living room. -.- How did it get there? I don't know.

But you'll find that in your heart, I will be there

Can you spot the Bong?

This post is dedicated to Ah Bong aka SuperGentleman, whose birthday, incidentally, falls today! Like... right now! Like... yeah!

Anyway, why this place of honour? Because he once complained that I dedicated a post to clemcat many years ago, and never one for him. And also because, he always calls me all the way from Kuching, but poor-joce-living-in-poverty never calls him, so yeah, *guilty face*. So here's to the old, miserable biped who lives at... who lives somewhere within 5km of Sunny Hill Ice Cream.

To avoid (lying) about what a wonderful person he is, I'll just cut straight to the point and say "O Tanjoubi Omedetou Gozaimasu, AhBong-san!"

You know I love you despite all your shortcomings and defects right? Hehe, thanks for always being there! *bigbirthdaybearhug*

Hmmm, while I'm at it... To all the girls out there, Ah Bong is a very eligible bachelor. Despite my constant insults directed towards him, he's actually a really great guy. Proven from the fact that he's one of my bestest friends, of course he's great! *innocent grin* Grab him while he's hot (questionable, really)! Only available while stocks last. Batteries and accessories not included.

Everything's distant, And I don't know what to believe.

Last night @1.30a.m.,

Cathy (new housemate): Gosh, I'm just gonna put on the sheets and go to bed 'cause I have to get up early and go to work (she works part-time at Nando's).

In super-morning-person Joce's world, "early" = 7 - 8 a.m. And so, "late" next morning at 9.30 a.m., Joce woke up and started singing random songs, and doing morning preps, i.e. brush teeth, eat breakfast, muck around the internet doing mandatory pirating etc etc.

10.30 a.m. rolls around, and bored Joce thought "Ah, what a nice day for a jog. But the sun is out and I'm already over-tanned, so since she's already gone off to work, I may as well jog around the living room".

Just so you know, Joce did take precautionary actions and checked to see if her shoes were gone, and they were (but she must've taken them into her room, or so I assume considering the events following my morning jog around the living room). 15 minutes later, Joce heard a door opening, and gasping, Joce ran back into her room. Mind you, our floors are wooden. And mind you, my room is directly next to hers in a corner... meaning, her door faces mine diagonally. O.O A visit to the bathroom ensued, followed by a knock on Joce's door.

"Oh no, she must've heard she must've heard. She's gonna ask me what the calamity this morning was about!"

*panic*

*opens door with sheepish grin on face*

Cathy: Do you have an iron I could borrow? I'm gonna be late for work! (This was around 11 a.m. btw)

*overly-happy grin on face* Joce: Oh yes sure! It's right here! Hah hah hah!

15 minutes and a warm goodbye later, Joce plops down on her bed, mentally slapping herself in the face, thinking "One morning was all it took for my new housemate to find out just how strange (I like to think of it as... special... in a non-handicap/non-retarded way) I really am".

*sigh* I sure hope I don't sing as loud as I think I do, and that she didn't hear my feet plopping across the living room (I CAN be light-footed right right right?). Heehee.