Saturday, November 24, 2007

Mother of All Weird Weekends: Part 2



"Five lil' Japanese boys sat in a row..."

This pretty much gives a broad hint on how I concluded my Sunday, hot on the heels of my virgin foray into the world of local fashion shows.

See, a few months ago, Kiwi informed me that one of the ex-YEs, Daichi would be back in Malaysia on a school trip.

*blinks*

SCHOOL TRIP wei...hebat sial.

Yeah, I guess schools all over the world love organising lawatan sambil belajar (educational tours). The difference is our schools here usually organises such trips to oh, factories and such while Japanese schools organise tours to other COUNTRIES.

Sweet.

Anyway, that aside, it would seem that most Japanese school tours have CRAZY schedules. It's amazing. They really expect young teens like 'em to lights out at 10pm and wake up at 6am.

On a school trip. Right. Someone really should clue them in or something.

But yeah, thanks to their insanely-packed schedule, Kiwi & I had no choice but to meet up with Daichi at their hotel for a ONE-HOUR break.

(Celaka, drive through the mad traffic around his hotel on a Sunday night. *shakes fist in air*)

So we arrived at the hotel 6pm on the dot. But of courselah...meeting up with Japanese friends = punctuality and none of our infamous Malaysian timing.

In fact, Daichi had told Kiwi earlier that he would "Stand by the hotel entrance waiting for us". Uh. Right. (O_o)

Like a eager boyfriend.

Something which I pointedly asked Kiwi,

"You sure he's not into you? I mean, you're the only one he kept in touch with you know? And I've slipped on enough boy-drool in YE Camp to know your effect on guys..."

(Yeah, Kiwi is UBER CUTE. Duh.)

Kiwi, being Kiwi...went "Nahhhhh..."

"Uh. O-K-A-Y. If you say so..."

Now, if it wasn't because they were coming back from Malacca in a MALAYSIAN-driven bus, I think he would seriously be waiting at the entrance.

So, there we were waiting by a pillar since there weren't any empty seats around when all of a sudden we heard Daichi saying hi.

We turned around...

...and CHAOS ERUPTED.

"えええ〜!やべ!だれ?すげい〜!”

(-_-")

Daichi's friends went WILD x 10

If I didn't see for myself that their female schoolmates outnumbered the guys, I would have thought they've never seen FEMALES before.

The whole scenario had a "M'sian-GF-meeting-Japanese-BF" vibe to it. No shit.

Bemused, I could only give Kiwi a pointed look. Taking the respite we had while the guys boys went to change, I muttered under my breath to her, "You see? Told ya...".

Now, prior to this meeting, Daichi had informed Kiwi that he would be bringing A friend. Which we were cool with, of course.

Somehow, when the boys finally joined us though...A FRIEND became FOUR friends instead. *smacks forehead*

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[At this point I was trying hard not to snort out loud and laugh like a mad hyena]

So there we had them...5 lil' Japanese boys sitting in a row.

Pretty sight yeah? Or it would have been if I didn't feel so old.

Boys being boys (especially cheeky Japanese ones), they asked a lot of questions. Out popped their electronic dictionaries. Out popped their questions. Questions like:

"How old are you?"

(-_-")

Ignoring the fact that this is one question men should never ask women within the first 15 minutes of meeting them, it was very entertaining when I blithely informed them that I was SEVEN YEARS OLDER than them.

Keh. Apparently, they thought I was only 20 years old. The same age as Kiwi. Ahh..such nice boys. I like 'em more already. Hee!

5 minutes later...came the thousand-dollar question:

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Damn. These boys are really gunning for it. I couldn't help it. I snorted out loud and left it to Kiwi to field the question.

But of course! Given a choice of someone 7 years their senior, and someone who was only 3 years older, what's the most logical choice for them eh?

Smart boys.

At this point, I must confess something rather naughty. It would seem, that my informal education of the Japanese language must have improved by leaps and bounds.

Because I UNDERSTOOD ALMOST EVERYTHING THEY SAID as they were arguing with one another in Japanese.

"Did you bring camera?"
"I want to take pic with them?"
"Can we take pic with them?"


[Me: (Must. NOT. Laugh.) Urk...guhhh...cough!!]

Then they argued over how to ask us for a pic, which was solved when their OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPHER (What ho? Official photographer?) came over to kepoh and exclaimed this and that and terus shot us the request to snap a pic.

And then, get this...them cheeky fellas actually asked us:

"Which of us do you prefer?"

Guh.

I don't think I can take this anymore. *bangs head on wall*

Oh brother, talk about bringing out the big guns! I buey tahan. I keeled over LMAO and abandoned Kiwi to answer this question.

Seriously, if I wasn't there, those 5 boys would probably have jumped Kiwi. Or like, wheedled her email, address and life story out and proceed to "court" her via email from Japan or something.

How did a supposedly normal reunion chat turn into fielding a mini-interrogation from 5 cheeky fellas like some surreal warped dimensional dream??

*shakes head*

These, and other questions...




Thursday, November 22, 2007

Mother of All Weird Weekends: Part 1



Holy cow!

I was checking out RiceBunny's xanga when I came across THIS, and frankly speaking, I'm stunned.

Not just stunned. I'm stunned speechless. In awe. Dumbstruck. Gobsmack. (Okay okay, I'll need to check Thesaurus.com for more words if I continue on my praise parade here.)

Let's face it, I've never met a guy with a voice like him. Heck, I don't think I've met any GIRL who sings like that, and I've got quite a few friends with fantastic voices!

Damn. I think if I ever do meet a guy like him in future, I'm gonna kidnap him and tie him to a corner of my room and make him sing whenever I want to.

Just to sing, people. What were you thinking about? Tsk. You naughty people!

But yeah, I voted for him within the first 10 seconds of hearing him sing, and damn, I hope he'll get his dream of getting on Broadway cause I think he's really talented.

So what are you guys waiting for?

Vote for Nick!

Lol. Anyway, let's backtrack a little back to moi, moi, moi.

I've just had the WEIRDEST WEEKEND EVER in my entire life. Like, back-to-back weird happenings. For a while I was tempted to pinch myself to see if I was in some cracked-up dream.

Where should I start? Right, one of the MIFA 2007 Fashion Shows.

On an impromptu invite from Mel, yours truly attended an actual fashion show last Saturday. No, there aren't any pics 'cause it was seriously quite impromptu and I didn't think.

[Pause].

Okay, I admit...who wouldn't think "PHOTO" when the word "FASHION" pops up. (ME!). Sue me, whatever. I'm probably the last person to go into ecstatic raptures over haute couture.

Mind you, most of the clothes were not bad. Some I could seriously appreciate. Some looked as if the designer went mad. Think glazed expression when the models strutted past on the catwalk.

As it is, I swear some of the models probably moonlight as professional poker players. Either that, or some of them were plain stoned. Some were sexy as hell, while some pranced by as if they were puppets being jerked erratically.

But I'm being harsh here. Of course I would be. I'm a 5 ft hobbit here. But I'm serious about the stoned expression. And the jerking, really.

The one similarity apparent was they're all enviably slim. And pretty. And tall. Okay, that's THREE similarities. Sheesh. (Did I ever tell you I totally suck at maths? Right, now you know.)

Several nipple slips, precarious tottering on sky-high heels, and jiggly boobies later, both Mel and I concluded at the end of the show, it was definitely interesting. No doubt about that.

VEE HAV BEEN ENLIGHTMENT.


We've now been officially enlightened. Oy vey!

Would I go for another fashion show? That's a good one.

I. DON'T. KNOW.


Knowing what I now know, the next time I attend another fashion show I might come out of it either:

1) Dazed & confused (Whaa...?)
2) Paralyzed with a permanent crick in the neck
3) Forever convinced that some people should not be allowed to hold an extremely dull needle, let alone handle a pair of scissors
4) All of the above

Not that I think about it, maybe not. (o_O)

*snorts*

And that's all I'm gonna say about that memorable Saturday of mine. Pfftt....


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- Next on Mother of All Weird Weekends: Part 2 -

"Five lil' Jap boys...sat in a row..."


Monday, November 05, 2007

What are you, a phone retard?

You know what annoys me worse than rude idiots who somehow stumble over me via dialing the wrong number?

BIMBOTIC RETARDS who calls up people at bloody 5 in the morning, going:


"WHO ARE YOU?"


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At bloody 5 AM??

W-T-F?!!??

Seriously, I know I shouldn't be swearing like that with such relish but good lord, what kinda airhead calls up an UKNOWN number at this godforsaken hour of the day ON A MONDAY?




And of all the possible asinine things to say, what's up with the f***ed up greeting?

At the very least, even if your brain cells had all deserted you, one would think you would have the decency to go "Sorry but may I know who is this?" instead.

I couldn't help myself.


I TOTALLY READ HER THE RIOT ACT.


With all the "seafood vocabulary" thrown in.

(Read: Think fish, prawn & crab in Cantonese)

In my book, you don't go around calling random strangers anytime BEFORE 8 am, unless it was some life or death situation, which it so obviously wasn't, was it?

And lady, when I in return shoot you back the question of "Who are YOU?", don't go regurgitating the same shit to me. I'm not the twit who doesn't understand what "You've got the wrong number" means, aight?

And don't, for the love of God, ask me "WHAT NUMBER IS THIS?"

Didn't you just bloody dial it?



*bangs head on wall repeatedly*


Goddammit. Now my whole morning is spoilt.

Just because some dumb broad decided to play investigator at bloody 5 in the morning.

RETARD.



[Image sourced from 1984 "Sorry, Wrong Number" movie via Google]