I was gonna die when I heard Rudy and Jay jay’s rendition of Fergalicious for a prank call on radio this morning. I’ve never laughed so much in years. And never have I laughed alone in the car. The unexpected call centre who picked up this call was enjoying it as well. The lyrics of the song is so bloody funny too.
Call Centre:
Hello, xxx call centre. How can I help you?
Hello?
Silence.......
Rudy and Jay2 hits it:
Four, tres, two, uno
Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo
You could see me, you can't squeeze me
I ain't easy, I ain't sleazyI got reasons why I tease 'em
Boys just come and go like seasons
Fergalicious def-, Fergalicious def-, Fergalicious def-...
Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy
They always claim they know me
Comin' to me call me Stacy (Hey Stacy)
I'm the F to the E, R, G the I the E
And can't no other lady put it down like me
d0nut:
Hahahhahahhahhahahhahhahahhahhahhahahhahahhahahhahhahahah..
Hahahhahahhhahahahhahahhahhaha
Hahahhahhahaha
Wheeeeez……(about to get asthma attack)
Calls boyfriend : sayang, did u hear rudy and jay2 on the radio?? Wheeeeeeez hahaha
Boyfriend:
I did. hahaha. Stop laughing so hard. You’re wheezing.
d0nut:
Ok. Puts down phone.
Hahahhahahhahahahahhahaha.
Oh boy, it was good.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
it keeps raining, keeps raining
My very good friend is a sports accident freak. I am a daily accident freak, and I think that is why we go so well together.
Yesterday, while walking towards my car…
1. I was carefully minding my steps as it was slippery and BANG!!... I hit a pole on my forehead. So much for watching my feet :-(
2. I had a shawl on top on ala winter Hong Kong which is not cold at all, but my office IS cold, I was waiting at the curb to cross the road and flapped my shawl into a passing motorist face. Thank god he did not crash. Phew.
3. Crossing the road, a man in front of me with an un umbrella pointed downwards and somehow the tip of the umbrella found itself between my legs. Not ‘there’ between my legs, u pervert, somewhere near my ankle. I was about to trip face down on the road.
Where to mandi bunga?
Yesterday, while walking towards my car…
1. I was carefully minding my steps as it was slippery and BANG!!... I hit a pole on my forehead. So much for watching my feet :-(
2. I had a shawl on top on ala winter Hong Kong which is not cold at all, but my office IS cold, I was waiting at the curb to cross the road and flapped my shawl into a passing motorist face. Thank god he did not crash. Phew.
3. Crossing the road, a man in front of me with an un umbrella pointed downwards and somehow the tip of the umbrella found itself between my legs. Not ‘there’ between my legs, u pervert, somewhere near my ankle. I was about to trip face down on the road.
Where to mandi bunga?
Sunday, November 12, 2006
My bestfriend's wedding
My best friend of the High School of Torture got married last weekend. I am really happy for her and she looked beautiful, big thanks to baby Elle, the burly trans make up artist. She/he gave the name ‘baby’ a new meaning. Hehe. Out of the sudden today, I started reminiscing how we used to be, (me and my best friend not me and baby Elle).
Exactly 10 years ago we were two puny teens struggling for our sanity in boarding school. We had only each other to cry on each other’s shoulders, literally. And on some occasion a macho-er friend will be our sidekicks, but she rarely broke down like us indulging in crying when our tudungs weren’t perfect. It wasn’t vanity, the school sucked us dry. Me and just married bestfriend were picked on left, right and center. I was never much an emotional person till I landed in that school. All is not lost, some things were cool there like how I learnt to speak Kelantanese. A humbling experience.
On a non related incident, I work in the side of town where the crowd is almost conservative where I guess in their life, they’ve never heard of holding the lift door or letting a woman out of the door first is considered polite. It is common sense like to let the person IN the lift/train to get out first before rushing in, but let’s not go there. Today I had the most pleasant experience of a very elderly gentlemen fit to be my grandfather holding the glass door open for me before he lets himself in. How nice is that? I know there was no ulterior motive of being an orang tua miang. My heart just glowed after that, bless you kind old man.
Exactly 10 years ago we were two puny teens struggling for our sanity in boarding school. We had only each other to cry on each other’s shoulders, literally. And on some occasion a macho-er friend will be our sidekicks, but she rarely broke down like us indulging in crying when our tudungs weren’t perfect. It wasn’t vanity, the school sucked us dry. Me and just married bestfriend were picked on left, right and center. I was never much an emotional person till I landed in that school. All is not lost, some things were cool there like how I learnt to speak Kelantanese. A humbling experience.
On a non related incident, I work in the side of town where the crowd is almost conservative where I guess in their life, they’ve never heard of holding the lift door or letting a woman out of the door first is considered polite. It is common sense like to let the person IN the lift/train to get out first before rushing in, but let’s not go there. Today I had the most pleasant experience of a very elderly gentlemen fit to be my grandfather holding the glass door open for me before he lets himself in. How nice is that? I know there was no ulterior motive of being an orang tua miang. My heart just glowed after that, bless you kind old man.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Call it whatever
Feels like a shitty day enveloping its shit all over me. They say, anger builds on anger. It’s just petty stuff nothing serious like a coup or a nuke test. But little ol’ sensitive me is being, well.. sensitive. Now that I have said it out here, in my blog, where I can say anything and ignore judgements, I feel better.
Sekian, terima kasih.
Sekian, terima kasih.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Weekly roster
click on image to enlarge To shut up the bickering granny's at home on who's not cleaning up and so forth. i came up with the above, i hope this works.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Fifi: sometime June 2006 - 4th November 2006
Fifi died yesterday. Rest in peace, fifi.
You were the prettiest fish I’ve ever had.
You were the prettiest fish I’ve ever had.
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