'cause she is drawn to the fire.

and all of the people

2009-11-09T05:38:19Z

You can sit beside me when the world comes down,
If it doesn’t matter then just turn around.
You be the queen and I’ll be your clown;
You can sit beside me when the world comes down.

eidetic?

2009-11-06T09:06:04Z

Many people who generally have a good memory claim to have eidetic memory. However, there are distinct differences in the manner in which information is processed. People who have a generally capable memory often use mnemonic devices to retain information while those with eidetic memory remember very specific details, such as where a person was standing, what the person was wearing, etc. They may recall an event with greater detail while those with a normal memory remember daily routines rather than specific details that may have interrupted a routine. It must be noted, however, that this process is generally most evident when those with eidetic memory make an effort to remember such details.

Anyway. This one is for Sandyyy & Aaronnnn.

Aaron: WHERE THE FUCK IS THE NEXT TRAIN? IT IS FIFTEEN MINUTES LATE AND I DON'T SEE ANY SIGN OF IT. WHOEVER IS IN CHARGE OF PUBLIC TRANSPORT SHOULD BE SHOT IN THE GROIN.

Aaron: Fucking hijab tourist bitches who push their way onto the bus. Fuck off back to your own country and be oppressed or something.

Aaron: STUPID FUCKERS WHO DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO MOVE TO THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING CARRIAGE FUCK YOU I HOPE YOU ALL GET FUCKING SWINE FLU YOU STUPID FUCKERS.

Aaron: FUCKKKK THAT SHIT. FUCKETY FUCKING FUCK FUCK. FUCKING MALAYSIANS. SO MUCH FUCKING SPACE IN THE MIDDLE BUT THE FUCKERS REFUSED TO MOVE THEIR FUCKING ASSES.

Me: *attempting to speak Chinese* Ching chong chang chong. Money money money pork pork pork.
Robin: *holds up peace sign and makes slitty eyes* Pork moneyyyy!

(At event postmortem)
Me: Does anyone have any criticisms regarding Logistics?
Robin: *opens mouth*
Me: DON'T say ANYTHING.

WJ: Hey, Boon Ken! Do you have a girlfriend?
BK: Um. Yes. Why?
WJ: SEE, ROBIN! I told you he wasn't gay!!

Robin: Next time, let's not bother with cancer awareness events at Taylor's. The place is overpopulated anyway. It's okay if they die.

WJ: We should always invite the Turkish ice-cream dudes. One, they raise a lot of money. Two, they pull in the audience. And three, they are serious eye-candy.
Me: They are not hot la.
Robin: FUCK YOU WEI. Azlan nearly made me turn gay. He is SO hot.

Me: I was thinking -
Ms G: Did it hurt?

Geoff: I was thinking of using this journal - do you know Eliott and Culver?
Ms G: Not personally, no.

Robin: Tash, you wear a Halloween costume everyday. Only you call it 'fashion'.

Me: I miss R!
WJ: Saw him last when, two days ago?
Me: I am not like you, WJ. My significant other did not go study in the UK.
Robin: That's funny. I'm pretty sure he did.
Me: Yeah, but I was, like, twelve when he was there.

Me: It's Morphin' time!
Geoff: ...

Me: Eh, Thomas - you're a quarter Indian? You're a macha!
Robin: He's three-quarters Chinese dei. He's a machong.

Robin: Wow, that is a fucking nice Jag.
Me: It's a Malay dude at the wheel. Must be the driver.
Robin: And if it's an Indian?
Me: Then it's stolen.

mellow trees

2009-10-26T11:09:25Z

Florence: I KNEW I WAS GONNA RECEIVE ANOTHER EMAIL FROM YOU. I JUST KNEW IT. REFRAIN WOMAN REFRAIN.

Me: Do you miss me?
R: Kind of? While we were fighting I thought about you a lot more.
Me: What do you mean?
R: Oh, like "die la die la when go back to Malaysia".
Me: How romantic.

(During her lecture on suicide.)

Ms G: How many times have you walked past a homosexual and yelled out derogatory comments like "faggot"? You don't realize that one day, they could hear that, go home, and feel unable to cope with life.
The Boys: *mumble*
Amir: We're sorry, Geoffrey.

Ms G: Indians as a whole commit suicide more often, followed by the Chinese, then the Malays at only six per cent.
Robin: We know which race is too lazy to commit suicide.

Ms G: One day, someone might just get a big knife, sterilize it, and slit their wrists!
Me: Um. Why would they sterilize the knife?

Ms G: What could drive somebody to commit suicide?
Us: Assignments.

Ms G: Overall, men commit suicide more than women. We just threaten to more.

Someone: Why do men commit suicide more often?
Ms G: Maybe because women drive them crazy.

Ms G: *asks question*
No-one: *answers*
Ms G: So many hands, who will I choose.

Me: *holds out Robin's Monash University t-shirt* Do you want Robin's shirt Ms G? It's one hundred per cent cotton.

Ms G: Students who feel upset can visit the college counsellor.
WJ: We have a counsellor?
Robin: Is it real?
WJ: Is it Allan Wu?

Robin: Ms G, I give you my WORD, we have started our assignments.
Ms G: Your word - much like your Sex Instructor t-shirt - is not valid.

Ms G: If you didn't have a close relationship with your parents or God, where would you turn if you had suicidal thoughts?
Nabilah: Google.

Ms G: It has come to my attention that some of you are using my name in vain.
Robin: I think I've heard that line before.

one girl revolution

2009-10-22T10:29:57Z

I wear a disguise,
I'm just your average Jane -
The super doesn't stand for model
But that doesn't mean I'm plain.
If all you see is how I look
You'll miss the superchick within;
And I christen you Titanic: underestimate and swim.

beribu bintang

2009-10-20T02:23:54Z

Me: So I was talking to Sarvin, and she asked me how old I was. I didn't want to lie, so when she guessed 21, I just nodded. And she was all "oh, I like that age! 19, 20, 21!".
R: Wow. I like that age too. Only in a different way.

In an attempt to make me not miss him while he is in Singapore, R sends me a photo of him every morning. Sadly, they are not dirty. The latest one is of him with a cup of Vietnamese drip tea.

Me: Isn't he CUTE???? *pause* Only... He kinda looks like he makes the tea.
Small Rachel: AT A MAMAK SOMEWHERE. Like, "thambi, thambi, teh tarik satu!"
Us: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Max: So I Googled Deepavali... The story behind it. Like, Krishna overpowers that demon named... What's the demon named?
Robin: Najib.

Me: *going on about how hot Juanita is*
Robin: Is she Mexicano?
Me: No. Chindian.
Robin: The only way a Chindian girl is named 'Juanita' is if it's 'Hua Nee Ta'.

Me: *discussing Robin's Che hat* Dara would look hot in that hat.
Robin: Dara would look hot with shit on her head.

Robin: Julia, what's your father's name?
Julia: John George.
Robin: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Julia: What?
Robin: Your dad has two first names! He would so fit in with the Ibans. Reminds me of this old classmate I had, Andy Steven. Thought there'd be a white kid in class, but he was some ketot.

Me: You know why Julia's surname is 'George', right? That's the name of the guy her ancestor held the umbrella over.

Max: *parks behind some beat-up rusted hideous Proton*
Robin: What if the guy wants to reverse?
Max: I don't think anyone uses that car la. Look at it.
Robin: DON'T SAY. Some of these cars are immortal.
Max: Oh, okay. I'd better park somewhere else.
Me: What la, we only going in for a while. Just park here.
Max: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? My Vios is five months old, and look at that car! He has nothing to lose!
Robin: He'll just reverse and keep reversing.

Us: *at BluInc media, oohing over the free magazines with the JoBros on the cover* *discussing the JoBros*
Magazine Dude: *stands behind us patiently for like five minutes before I notice*
Me: Eh you guys! Take the magazines down la. My God, we are so attention deficit.

Robin: Bro, it's your birthday today, we can take the train. I'm sure you have better things to do today.
Me: Like WHAT? Max's girlfriend is in the UK, remember? He's all alone.
Max: Thanks Tash. That really brightened up my day. You've cheered me up.

Robin: Seriously, what are your plans for today?
Max: Um... Go home and play with my puppies, I guess.
Robin: Dude, that's sad.

Us: *discussing Robin's sinuses and nasal voice*
Me: Maybe you can do something to your septum?
Robin: Sorry, what's a septum? I only know what's a rectum.

Me: Bro, don't worry, you'll go to Heaven. You'll turn up at the Pearly Gates and Jesus will be like "wassup motherfucker!!" and let you in.
Robin: My Lord and Saviour will NOT refer to me as "motherfucker". He will call me "my son", or perhaps "Robin".

Robin: If you're not Catholic, you're Proddy.
Me: Methodist?
Robin: Proddy.
Me: Presbytarian?
Robin: Proddy.
Me: SDA?
Robin: Proddy.
Me: Jehovah's Witnesses?
Julia: THEY'RE A CULT.

(After she's found out that I am only 1/4 Chinese and not 1/2).
Harmini: Bring on the beer and mutton!
Me: Makkal sakthi!
Mini: Hidup HINDRAF!
Me: Vande mataram!
Mini: Rajinikanth valga!
Me: Wow. That's just. Wow.

there's still a place in here for you

2009-10-15T05:30:28Z

Me: *facebooking*
Edwin: Tash, your assignment looks very tough.

Edwin: *helps Julia with Photoshop*
Julia: THANK YOU!
Edwin: That will be sixty sen.
Julia: Hahahaha.
Edwin: Sister, I'm not kidding.

Edwin: *complaining about Taylor's shitty version of Photoshop*
Me: A true master would not be hindered by any of those factors.
Edwin: That's the thing. I'm not a master. I'm just a sister.

Edwin: *glares at some guy who is stomping around the Hub with his laptop* This guy thinks he's hacking Bank Negara.

Ms G: When it comes to Ethics, journalists are like a blind man in the dark!
Robin: ...

Me: I wanna go on holiday again for the long weekend!
R: NO. I'm spending Deepavali with my family.
Me: *big smile*
R: My REAL family. Not the lost little puppy I adopted from Kuang.
Me: *sad face*

Ms G: Why are all of you acting like hyperactive guinea pigs?
Robin: Without the 'guinea'.

Ms G: WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT COOL POSTERS, WE ARE TALKING ABOUT MAKING INFORMED DECISIONS.

i hate idm

2009-10-14T03:38:41Z

so I've been having a good coupla months. My Alex came back from Bangkok and we went Redboxing together to celebrate. That boy has a voice on him! Then as we were leaving we bumped into certain collegemates of mine. THAT was plenty blush-worthy.

(I don't know why when people see me with another guy, they automatically assume I have broken up with R. Geez, is our relationship THAT dysfunctional?)

Alex: So what's new since I left?
Me: Your Ms Melissa got married.
Alex: *looks at me with expression of pure horror and dismay* WHAT? No. NO. NO.

Watched Orphan ages ago with Robin, MC, and the Wei's. Decent film. Company was better.

Geoff's BBQ was a decent time-killer, especially as R got to meet the friends. I think they liked him. He wore his Playa Shirt (50% off at Padini's) to the thing.

Me: You can say it Robin. I know you want to say it.
Robin: No man. I can't. He's really nice.
Me: Sigh. I'll do it for you. R, Robin wants to know who put on your socks today.
Robin: HAHAHAHAHA.
R: My hot Punjabi girlfriend.
Me: *pwned*

My birthday, which I spent in Penang, was fantabulous. I wish I could've stayed longer. But anywhere I go with R is wonderful.

Um.

So the other day, right, Amir offered to drive Dara home and I invited myself along. I mean, I live like thirty seconds away from Dara. Then, as Dara (yes, I blame her!) was driving happily away in the pouring rain, we realized we had a flat. So we parked in SS19 to fix it. And fix it Amir did, Dara helping him and my being a good Indian and holding the umbrella. Finally, Amir's hot friend Jake turned up to take us to a train station (as Amir was pretty much done. He has never looked manlier in his life).

And despite my skillz with the umbrella, we are drenched. And of course, I had to wear skinnies and Dara had to wear heels AND a white shirt.

So I get Jake to stop off at Makmur, at Robin's, and Robin acts like, well, Batman. The hero <3 Him and Sean, who I will liken to James Bond. Scotland forever.

They give us towels, clean clothes, and hot Milo. Can you believe it?

Of course, Robin had fun what with my helping Dara take off her wet shirt and her in her towel and all that. Poor thing. Like, "Tash, you can close the door. Please close the door."

And -

Robin: Please don't take off your pants in front of me.
Me: Honestly, I'm more worried about taking off my pants in front of that huge picture of Jesus you have over there.

Sean ALSO found pads because I was on my period. What a guy.

Sean: They're kinda old, so they may have cobwebs on 'em. Sorry.

So I'm in Robin's Monash t-shirt and his sister's jeans, while Dara is in his Korea t-shirt and his sister's shorts.

Me: I'm so going to wear this shirt to JE on Thursday. Ms G will flip her shit.
Sean: "Flip her shit"?

Then Jake drives us to college and we stick to the back ways outta there. Dara steals his flipflops because her heels are killer.

Then on the way home we run into R, who drives us back. Of course, he couldn't be a good boyfriend about it.

R: Why do you two look like homeless people? I don't know you two.

And later, in the car, while I am complaining about how R always scolds me for doing whatever and Amir is always nice to Dara.

R: When Dara ends up raped and murdered - no offense Dara - she will WISH Amir had scolded her more often!
Dara: HAHAHAHA WTF.

Only my boyfriend can say shit like that and not get slapped. I don't know how he does it.

That was a good day.

i am trying to make myself feel better so do not comment please

2009-10-11T08:55:23Z

Okay, maybe she IS loads prettier than I could ever hope to be... But... But... But...

I can quote every season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I know all the words to RENT and I can talk intelligently about American politics, the technical recession, and Shakespeare.

And I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue.

fun in the sun

2009-10-06T11:31:38Z

WJ: Best banana leaf ever!
Me: Why? What made it good?
WJ: Restaurant owner is Indian.

Me: What do those two black dudes do in Bank Negara?
R: I don't know. Be loud?
Me: One of them is kinda cute.
R: The bald one or the black one?
(They are both bald & black.)

Me: Your parents won't REALLY cut you off if they meet me la. They love you too much.
R: ARE YOU KIDDING? It'll happen so fast you'll hear a twanging noise. I'll FEEL the umbilical cord snapping.

R: Why am I looking at your tits?
Me: I'm wearing a push-up.

R: Pull up your trousers. Why are they so low?
Me: They are hipsters.
R: They're indecent.

R: Button up your cardigan!
Me: It's hot.

R: Look at that girl! She's wearing a punjabi suit! Why can't you dress like that?!

Me: *tries to hold R's hand outside his office*
R: DON'T!!
Me: You never want to hold hands...
R: No. YOU never want to hold hands when I want to hold hands. Like in the car!
Me: While you are driving?
R: SHUT UP!

Me: Let's go watch a movie.
R: I have WORK. Does this mean nothing to you?
Me: R, when you die in fifty years, will you regret not spending more time at the office?
R: Tash, when you die in TEN MINUTES, will you regret asking these stupid questions?

Me: You're SRI LANKAN. NOT INDIAN. So you can't BE a macha.
R: Yes I can! Sri Lankan: Macha in Disguise!

A Girl In My Class Who Does Not Want To Be Named: OH PLEASE. If I had sweaty balls, I would tell her to KISS MY SWEATY BALLS.

Mr Justin: There is a lot of crude language used nowadays. "Mother" is only half a word.

and i'd give up forever to touch you

2009-09-14T08:16:42Z

(Ad on Times of India website asking for donations)
Robin: Yeah, give them money so they don't come over here.

WJ: Ew, Robin, your hand sanitizer smells.
Robin: Then don't use la bodoh!!

Us: *use Robin's hand sanitizer for the nth time in ten minutes*
Robin: Guys. It's use once an hour. Not use as you like.

(Discussing Max's really young girlfriend)
Max: When I was eighteen, like, finish exams going to college already... she was twelve.
Me: !!! That's very gross.

Me: *playing with Robin's MP3, earphones, hand sanitizer and house keys*
Robin: Tash, stop touching my stuff. I know it's some complicated shit, but still. *tosses a gum wrapper at me* But here, this is shiny, take it back to Goa and have a field day.

Me: WHO'S A CUTE ECONOMIST? WHO'S A CUTE ECONOMIST? *pokes R* YOU ARE! YES, YOU ARE!
R: See, Tash, this is why you need a kid. You can do all this retarded talking and it'll actually enjoy it.
Me: OOOH. And I can make it wear cardigans and Chewbacca outfits (see fig. 1)!
R: EXACTLY.
Me: Interesting. Hmm. Having children is starting to sound less awful.

Fig. 1

Me: How do you think I'd look with bangs?
Michy: *thoughtful and pertinent response*
Me: Can I DIY?
Michy: Bangs are horrendously tricky, book yourself a salon appointment NAU.
Me: What if I get my dad to cut 'em? Will they still be DIY then?
Michy: I think if you get them done by anyone other than a salon professional, it is considered DIY. It's a bit more complicated than just cutting off the front bit, Tash (see fig.2).

I love Michy.

Fig. 2, courtesy of Michelle

R: What could you POSSIBLY want to do that's more important than having children with me?
Me: I want to work for Marvel.
R: HOW CAN YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND SAY THAT?!

(Trying to help Milly submit her assignment)
Geoff: Huh, where is she?
Me: MyUniSA.
Milly: No, it's MY UniSA.
Us: *facepalm*

Me: Geoffrey. Dei.
Milly: What does 'dei' mean?
Me: Like, 'dude'.
Milly: Does 'night' mean 'girl'?
Us: *facepalm*

(Using Digital Dropbox to send her assignment)
Milly: Is it in?
Geoff: It's in, it's in!
Milly: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Geoff: ?

Me: Geoff. I found this book. The author's name is Wucius. Wucius Wong.
Geoff: No. His name is Lucius. But he's Chinese, he couldn't pronounce it. Like, 'Mommy, wass my name?' 'Oh, son, it's Lucius!' 'Yay my name it r Wucius!'

R: You should wear your gray dress!
Me: It's washing. I wore it on Friday.
R: WHERE? WITH WHO?
Me: ... To the airport?
R: With leggings or jeans?
Me: Yes. With leggings.
R: From now on, you can ONLY wear that dress with me because it's my FAVORITE.
Me: It's so old la. I'm thinking of retiring it.
R: You retire that dress and I'll retire YOU.

amusement

2009-09-04T06:36:37Z

The ex:

R:

Marriage:

Comics from Subnormality.

Robin: So, Tash, where can I get some beef?
Me: I dunno, ask those Malay dudes where the rest of the cows are.

R: *telling us about how he was bottom of the class in sixth grade*
Ah Chong: What changed?
Me: What do you mean? He didn't change.
Ah Chong: Well, he did get a Bank Negara scholarship...
Me: It was because of his good looks.

Have a good long weekend, everyone.

red lipstick, fish and chips

2009-09-01T02:44:02Z

Me: What would you do if your daughter's boyfriend was seven years older than her? And she's, like, eighteen?
R: Call your dad.
Me: Er?
R: Like, "Uncle, get the parang. Time to roll out."

Me: But she'll still be able to date him, right?
R: No! We'll train her brothers to be really protective of her. And we'll give her a phone that has GPS so we can secretly track her!
Me: ...

Deepa: *whining*
Me: That IS bad. Maybe you should try to kill yourself tonight.
Deepa: In my note, I'll blame you. Like, "Sana, Tash told me to do it! And bury me backwards so the world can KISS MY ASS."

Me: What's your scapula?
Deepa: Oh, you know, that wingy bit at the back? Like, the part which -
Me: ...Your shoulderblade, Deepa?
Deepa: I hate you.

Deepa&I: *debating Star vs NST*
Deepa: The Star has higher readership though, right? And it's much thicker.
Me: Yeah, but that's because it has all those stories about swimming dogs and children with no arms.

Deepa: What does R work as again?
Me: YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT R DOES?
Deepa: He hangs out with ugly people, I know that much.

I think I rock -

2009-08-20T10:32:27Z

I managed to get through to someone from the French Embassy, and some input from various LJ communities; after days and days (okay, two days) of false starts and hoping and some snarky comments!

I feel fantastic, I have a pageful of quotes and they are all relevant and they are from the Counsellor of Cooperation, Science & Culture! This is so great, all the calling and resurrecting my now-useless French and asking questions -

And I had to spend like FIVE MINUTES on the phone with the Concierge - from his voice, you could so tell he was hot but not too bright, and I was doing that thing where I speak way fast, and he kept getting confused and finally I was like "L’affaire du foulard, macha, l’affaire du foulard!!!"

Well, okay, not the 'macha' part. But now I think of it, that would have been hilarious. And then began the French, with the je suis and je voudrais and je m'apelle and so on and so forth.

But I did it. Finally. I also got around to calling Sisters In Islam, and hopefully my questions from that end will be answered. Found some French citizens and hijabis on LJ and sent them questions - I think I can do this! I think I can, I know I can! And just an hour ago, I was contemplating changing my topic after this totally bitchy secretary tried to fob me off with her fax number.

I know this is a measly piece of nothing in terms of investigative journalism, but the rush from managing to pin somebody down is so effusive. I'm rethinking my career options, for sure.

Maybe I'll even ask my editor to move me to a different beat!

But then again, I like free concert tickets and meeting random artistes.

Hmmm.

An ethical dilemma indeed.

Ah well, whatever, the point of this is: I DID IT. YAY ME!

It's a meagre achievement but the rush I feel is so incredible, I think I need to start dealing with actual controversial topics and people who are difficult to get to (always a risk with I Simply Arrest); not just bitchy French people.

And here's the funny thing. I'm so excited about work, I remember I don't really care about R. Okay, that sounds bad. It's not like that. But...

As I was saying to Kenny the other day, I'd honestly be happy with just my job and my own little place and being alone. I like meeting new people but I don't like putting up with stupid ones.

Hmm. This train of thought is becoming odd, and I will suppress it until my article is finished.

i hate photoshop

2009-08-19T01:25:28Z

(On bumpy train)
R: How is it you are not falling?
Me: I am using my ninja skills.
R: *pokes my forehead a few times*
Me: What are you doing?
R: Testing for stability.

R: I TOTALLY AM A GENIUS. I saw the beauty of that logo Leonard designed.
Me: Excuse you. I told him what I thought would be interesting. Clearly, I am the genius.
R: Ahh, but I saw the link with the theme of the event later!
Me: And THAT, R, is the difference between knowledge *points at him* and wisdom *gestures to myself*.
R: I think you're stupid. Stop taking credit for my genius!
Me: R!! *starts hitting him*
R: *offers me his Ribena*
Me: *drinks*
R: Ohh, so you can HIT ME, but then drink my Ribena.
Me: YOU OFFERED.
R: You should have refused my Ribena!

Robin: Tash, why are there so many blowjob comments on your blog? This girl came up to me and asked me whether you were okay, she was so worried that R was using you as a human vacuum cleaner.

Dear All,

R is a guy. He likes tasteless jokes. They are JOKES. I am not being misused in any way.

R: You've become very pretty lately. With the lenses and the hair down.
Me: OOH. Am I pretty enough to go for Huzni now??
R: NO. HEY. I loved you when you were ugly!

Me: I got no money anymore..
R: Why?
Me: Mummy took.
R: Ohh. For your part of the school fees.
Me: Yes. So unfair. Who paid YOUR school fees? Your parents did, right?
R: No. Your parents did!

Akash: *walks in wearing really bright pants and sneakers*
Me: I like the pants, but the shoes don't go. You need to wear CHAPPALS.
Akash: RESPECT FOR KNOWING THAT WORD.

Akash: *sitting at the mamak with like, twelve girls*
Me: Akash. GET MALE FRIENDS.

Me: *whining about CANCEL*
R: So who is in charge of the project?
Me: Me.
R: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA.

R: Nigella is perfect.
Me: I think she's fat.
R: NO. She's just right. AND she cooks. IN HER BATHROBE.
Me: Um...
R: I wonder what she wears under that bathrobe.

Me: And I KNOW the lecturer doesn't like me.
R: *bored shitless* I like you!
Me: Awwww.
R: Can we make out now?

R: The other day I was at OU, looking for my car and, like, there was this huge bolt of lightning. Everyone ducked.
Me: Was this in the basement?
R: No...
Me: It'd have been funny if they were in the basement and they ducked.
R: For a girl who is not very smart, you sure are condescending.

R: *scolding me* Look, I didn't go to the LSE because I was smart.
Me: *nods expectantly*
R: ...
Me: Then?
R: What? *pause* WAIT. I THINK I MISSPOKE. I meant, "I didn't go to the LSE because of my good looks".
Me: ...

R: (SMS's me) Why are you not harassing me to go home? Are you okay?

from senator omar hasan kasule

2009-08-10T07:33:52Z

An old friend of mine from ISB.

Now this happened at the US Embassy in Malaysia (which makes it even funnier, I suppose).

It goes like this: I was standing next to a map of America at the Embassy when a short corpulent local man well into his 60s (or early 70s) approaches me. The following conversation ensues:

Him: Where are you from?
Me: The United States.
Him: Mali?
Me: The United States.
Him: Ethiopia?
Me: The United States of America.
Him: Where in the US are you from?
(I point to the map and show him Fairfax, Virginia)
Him: Fairfax? And how many miles is that from DC?
Me: It is fairly close, within 20 miles.
Him: If I was to take a flight from New York to LA how long would that take me?
Me: Hmm, around five to six hours, I presume.
Him: How wide is America in miles?
Me: Around 3000 miles.

At this point he looks a bit disgruntled and asks me;

Him: So are you enjoying KL?

At this point I turn to Time magazine, ignore him for like 30 seconds before responding. I had to overcome the urge to continue the conversation like this:

Me: Where are you from?
Him: Malaysia.
Me: Oh! Laos?
Him: No, Malaysia.
Me: Oh, Indonesia!
Him: No, Malaysia.
Me: Ah, yes, you look Vietnamese to me, I am sure you are from Vietnam.

Or alternatively:

Me: Have you ever heard of Barack Obama?
Him: Yes, he is the President of the United States.
Me: What color is he?
Him: Black.
Me: So you realize that black Americans do exist right?

I miss Omar. HAHAHAHA. We were both on the Student Council and were so lame, we'd call each other 'Senator' and shit like that. He was like a year or two younger than me, last I heard he was in some fancy American Ivy League.

In other news, R has photos of us at the arcade and a Thai restaurant in his phone. I keep asking him to email them to me but he's "too lazy to upload".

I sent him an email with the subject line "Free money!" and I think this is the only email from me he has opened. Ever.

Not that it worked.

latina, ave maria -

2009-08-08T09:51:06Z

And suppose I never met you,
Suppose we never fell in love,
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft.
Suppose I never ever saw you,
Suppose we never ever called,
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall.

après moi, le déluge

2009-08-08T09:44:20Z

(On phone)
R: Tash begged me to take her for the movie!
Julia: Tash, R says you begged him to take you for the movie.
Me: HE'S LYING!
Julia: R, she says you're lying.
Me: I HAVE THE CHATLOG SAVED.
Julia: She has the chatlog saved.
R: Okay, that's enough talking to you! Bye!

Julia: He said he was going shopping with his mummy. His mummy?

Me: Why are you late?
R: It was absolute chaos at home. My mummy woke me up late, and then I couldn't find my socks.

Me: Why are you late?
R: I only slept at 2AM.
Me: Why?!
R: I was mucking around. You la, why you didn't tell me to sleep earlier?
Me: I TOLD YOU TO SLEEP AT MIDNIGHT!
R: Well... Why you never wake me up this morning?

Me: *accidentally pokes R in the eye* I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!
R: Are we going to get married in two years?
Me: R, I -
R: OWW YOU POKED ME IN THE EYE OWWW!
Me: Okay, okay, we are!
R: And will you pierce your nose?
Me: But I hear it hurts -
R: OWWW MY EYE OWWWW!
Me: Yes, yes I will!
R: And can we have three kids?
Me: ARE YOU CRAZY? FUCK -
R: OWWWWW IT HURTS!
Me: As many kids as you want!!

(Talking about camp)
Peter: Is there anything specific you need?
Me: Uhh... Room service.
Peter: Excuse me?
Me: I know it's camp. I don't care. These things were created for a reason. Room service. Panadol. Condoms.
Peter: Ooh, I like condoms!
Julia: *is on the phone* Bye mom. *hangs up, glares at us*

Me: *says something*
R: Oh, it rhymes!
Me: No. That was alliteration.
R: What's alliteration.
Me: R rocks!
R: Thanks, but what's alliteration?
Me: Lana Lang. Lex Luthor. Peter Parker. R rocks.
R: Ohhhh.
Me: HOW did you get your scholarship?
R: By keeping quiet. When I was ten, Puan Liew gave me some advice - she's dead now by the way - she told me, "it's better to be silent and let people wonder whether you are smart or stupid; than to talk and confirm that you are stupid". I thought it was pretty wise.

Ms G: How many of you are against homosexuality?
Class: *some raise hand*
Ms G: How many of you don't like gays but think lesbians are okay?
All the guys: *raise hands and wave them around*

Ms G: *tells us about her lesbian friends*
Me: Are your lesbian friends hot?

Me: *talking*
R: You know what? You need to adopt a homeless person as a pet. Or a cat!
Me: But a cat can't talk back.
R: AS OPPOSED TO ME?!

R: My dad always says "anticipate the unexpected".
Me: Go marry a Chinese girl and ask your dad if he anticipated THAT.
R: Then he will whip out his will and show me that he's given MY inheritance to Tekno.

R: If you beat me at L4D, I will introduce you to my parents, take you to Lisa's wedding, give you a thousand dollars and we can get married and have kids whenever YOU want.
Me: Wow.
R: Deal?
Me: Ye- WAIT. What if I lose?
R: I am glad you asked me that. If you LOSE, then you will be my slave for all eternity and listen to everything I say. If I tell you that I don't want to marry you but you are to be my pet slut, you will agree. If I say that you will live in the leg-space of my car, you will agree. Do we have a deal?
Me: I think first.

Me: *yammering* Because Leia's kids are the first of the new Jedi.
R: No. I am the first of the new Jedi. Luke travelled forward in time to find me, and took me back and trained me on that planet where Yoda lived.
Me: Dagobah?
R: Yes. Then he died. So I am the last of Jedi.
Me: What about Jacen and Jaina, Han Solo's and Leia's kids?
R: THEY DON'T EXIST. Han Solo died in a tragic accident before he married Leia, so I tapped her instead.
Me: I see. So I should call you 'Master R'?
R: No, STUPID. I'm still here, aren't I? I haven't left to be trained by Luke yet, have I?! Am I in another galaxy far far away?!
Me: I see. Tell me, who will put on your socks and make you Milo in this other galaxy?
R: I AM TAKING MUMMY WITH ME.

Me: *complaning about how at the MPO I was the only girl in a suit*
Mom: I think you looked really nice, since you're so tall and slim. The skinnies and blazer suit you, and the heels were classy. Too bad about your face though.
Me: ...
Mom: You looked like Aishwarya Rai - at least from the neck down.
Me: ...?
Mom: If your face wasn't so ugly, you could run for Miss Malaysia!
Me: OKAY, THANKS MOM.

jai guru deva om

2009-07-28T07:34:16Z

Me: I love David Krumholtz.
R: ...?! I thought you were going to say "I love YOU"!
Me: Uh. No. I love David more.
R: WHAT?!
Me: I'm sorry! I've known him for longer?
R: Oh yeah? Well, does DAVID KRUMHOLTZ slip new fifties into your handbag when you're broke?!
Me: No, but one morning when I was sick, I watched Life With Mikey on Star Movies, and that was when I first saw him. And then some time later, on The Santa Clause. I never realized they were the same person. Then when I did, my love was complete.
R: Like loving Superman and Clark Kent... And REALIZING THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON.
Me: EXACTLY!
R: I think you owe me some money.

In other happy news, I think I'm over the Chinese girl.

R: *grabs my chocolate milk*
Me: Eh, finish my chocolate milk for me.
R: *drinks some, doesn't finish, gives it back*
Me: Eh, fucker. If I had said "don't finish it", you would have.
R: No. I would have drank as much as I wanted to. Because I am your God.

Me: Eh let's go for dim sum later!
R: ... Tash. Do you think I stay at work til 8 because it's fun?

Me: *gets text message about a facial+manicure+pedicure promotion from my beautician* R, do you want to pamper yourself?
R: ...
Me: Facial, manicure and pedicure for only RM99. We both go!
R: OH. I thought you were offering me a blowjob.
Me: ...

R: In a perfect world, all women would listen to ME. And they wouldn't talk back or argue, they'd just give me head all the time. I'd be like "now!" and they'd be like "chomp chomp chomp".
Me: "Chomp chomp chomp"?
R: Okay. Maybe "suck suck suck".
Me: ...

R: Let's park here.
Me: You'll kena saman!
R: LET THE COPS TRY. I'll be like "fucker, my girlfriend got a P1. I have bigger problems!"

Me: Your brother's girl is kinda fugly.
R: I bet my brother's girl never got a P1.

Me: Dude. As long as I get my degree, NO-ONE CARES what my grades are. No-one will give two shits.
R: I GIVE TWO SHITS. And your EMPLOYER WILL GIVE TWO SHITS. So you'd better give two shits!
Me: ...
R: IN FACT, YOU'D BETTER GIVE FOUR SHITS.

Me: My grades do not affect you.
R: YES THEY DO. I will be marrying you! I need to make sure you don't fail!
Me: Fine la, don't marry me then!
R: YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE. I WILL MARRY YOU IF I WANT TO. WELCOME TO AN INDIAN RELATIONSHIP.

Me: *hits R upside the head*
R: Excuse me? Who do you think you are? Think you're My Sassy Girl issit? *thrusts my books at me* HERE. Hold your stuff YOURSELF. Huh, My Sassy Girl?!

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Go! Great stuff. But the black dress is MINE.

i'm a total loser

2009-07-22T01:44:40Z

GUESS WHAT. So there I am on the train this morning, when I look out the window and see R and his ~~unattractive~~ ~~ugly~~ older brother! They get on the coach next to mine, and I giggle. Tee hee. I briefly toy with the idea of going over and

a) hitting on R
b) hitting on The Brother
c) asking them if they are gay

Because any of those would totally irritate R.

But I decide to be a nice person, and listen to my JaiPod.

(More on that later.)

Then we pull up to Bank Negara, so I decide to go say good morning to R, since I can catch the train to college from there too! :)

And so I get out, there's a crush of people. I walk ahead so that there's no way The Brother can see me and up the jig.

Then, once I'm nearly halfway to the stairs, I wonder why R has not noticed me in front of him yet. I turn and

I SEE HIM HITTING ON THIS HOT PUNJABI GIRL, I KID YOU NOT.

Okay, maybe not "hitting on" la. BUT STILL. YOU KNOW?!

So I wait and then bob up beside him, going "psst!" He turns and he's like

"TASH! Good morning! Hi! What are you doing here?"

LOL.

Anyway, he promptly ignores the girl (smart boy), we talk, and I find out that R always sees this girl and smiles at her. The funny thing is, sometimes she smiles back and sometimes she glares.

Today, he discovered that she had a TWIN. LOL LOL LOL. I quote, "my brother is probably hitting on the other one right now. She's the bitchy one, so I wish him luck."

Then as I watch this girl with the pretty face but hyooooj ass leave, she trips. In her heels.

Me: What the fuck, dumb bitch. If you can't walk in heels, don't wear them.

(This was said when she was out of earshot. Hell, I spent half a year learning to walk in heels so I'll be as mean as I like.)

And R goes, irritated, "the MINUTE I can force up the courage to talk to a girl, YOU turn up. I'm doomed to marry you. That's just it. End."

HAHA.

i want to hold your hand :)

2009-07-15T03:35:31Z

Sana: R, I'm glad you could come to Penang with Tash.
R: Sangeetha, you have no idea how much she BADGERED me. She even went as far as to ask when she was SICK, and -
Sana (to me): Ooh, I told you to do that, didn't I? I knew it'd work.
R: ?!

Sana: R, you're so whipped.
Deepa (just coming into the room): WHAT? Did you... Did you just say R was... RIPPED?
Us: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Me: She said 'whipped'.
Deepa: Oh, good. Because, R, you're a very nice boy, don't get me wrong - but ripped you are not.

Deepa&R: *talking, cross busy road*
Sana&I: *screeching, try to cross same road, nearly get run over, run back screaming*
Deepa&R: ...
Sana&I: *run across now-clear road, reach other side, scream and rejoice*
R: That must have taken so much effort.

Me: *spills some of R's hot chocolate*
Sana: Is the mug too full? Drink some.
Me: *drinks some, spills more*
Sana: Oh, okay, you're just clumsy then.

R: You should offer anal AND normal sex.
Me: Er...
R: Because you have such small tits, you know? You have to make up for it.
Me: Um...
R: Half the fun on top, double the fun on the bottom!

(From 2nd floor of Solaris)
Me: R, I'll give you twenty bucks if you jump down from here and land on top of that fountain, ON YOUR FEET.
(Silence as he contemplates)
R: I'll give you twenty-five.

R: If you need me, call my mom's number. My phone's dead.
Me: But... You took your mom's phone?!
R: She has the house phone.
Me: But what if her boyfriend calls?!
R: He won't, my dad's at home.

R: *whines about how clingy I am*
Me: If you really want, you can start dating around again.
R: Really? YES!
Me: But you can't, like, fool around with them or make out or whatever.
R: *deflated* Then what for I take them out?! Waste my money only.

Us: *discussing our kids' names*
Me: Ganga for a girl, Pavan for a boy.
R: Hell no!
Me: Okay okay. But we need, like, a working title. For when it's in the womb.
R: WEAPON X!

R: Do you think I look kinda like Colin Farrell?

(On the phone)
Me: I miss you!
R: Dude, isn't your mum like right there?
Me: No, I'm upstairs now.
R: How did you get upstairs so quickly?! Geez, you're like -
Me: A cheetah!
R: No. A cockroach.

forever in blue

2009-07-10T03:51:56Z

Tashny had
a Tibby moment
and doesn't know
how she's supposed
to be feeling.

Or maybe
she doesn't know
what it is
that
she's feeling.

Love, I get so lost, sometimes.
Days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart.
When I want to run away,
I drive off in my car.
But whichever way I go,
I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return;
And the grand façade, so soon will burn.
Without a noise, without my pride:
I'll reach out from the inside.

In your eyes - the light, the heat.
In your eyes, I am complete.
In your eyes, I see the doorway to a thousand churches,
In your eyes, rhe resolution of all the fruitless searches,
I see the light and the heat,
I want to be that complete.
I want to touch the light,
The heat I see in your eyes.

it's beautiful, and so are you -

2009-07-06T07:17:19Z

(Quizzing me)
R: What's the first rule of buying property?
Me: Um... um...
R: Well?
Me: DON'T TELL GEOFFREY'S DAD BECAUSE HE MIGHT OUTBID YOU!
R: *pause* Huh. Okay. In that case, what's the SECOND rule of buying property?

R: I'm going to have to rent when I move out, if I invest in this apartment.
Me: It's okay! We can have the house in my name!
R: That'll work.
Me: Of course, it means that MY HOUSE, MY RULES.
R: We'll rent.

Me: This girl I know bought like a ten thousand dollar handbag.
R: Can she pay my loan for me?

Me: Do you like Sue Ling more than me now she has a degree and a job?
R: Actually, now she can pay my loan! Maybe I do!

Me: Do you think Megan Fox is hot?
R: Not really. Besides, there are more important things than hot women.
Me: LIKE?
R: Like the monkey.

Me: May I please have a unicorn for my birthday?
R: I asked the Sugar Fairy, but she said they were kinda high maintenance.

(Checking out a girl)
Me: She's fairer than me.
R: No she's not. Are you nuts?
Me: Okay... But she's got nice hair.
R: Ew, no!
Me: I like her tits.
R: YES. Her tits are DEFINITELY nicer than yours.
Me: Excuse me? My tits are FUNSIZED.
R: Fun for WHO?

(After he's made me walk all the way to CapSquare from the Bank Negara train stop IN MY HEELS because he was too lazy to drive back and get me)
Me: My feet hurt.
R: I told you not to wear those heels.
Me: YOU DID NOT.
R: I ALWAYS tell you to wear sensible shoes and not stripper heels!
Me: ...PAIN. *takes off left shoe to reveal unsightly blisters and open sores*
R: EWWW.
Me: *takes off right shoe*
R: EWWWWW COVER IT.

Me: *feels tug on hair* OW. Don't pull my ponytail!
R: I didn't pull it. I BIT IT.

R: *hits me on the forehead over and over* Hey! I think I made your caveman forehead smaller!

Me: I read somewhere that in taekwondo, people believe the elbow is the strongest point of a body or something.
R: That's true. But for a true master, every body part is a weapon.
Me: Oh really? Later let's test that theory and see if your dick can deflect my knee.

R: I think we're equally good-looking.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
R: ...
Me: Oh. You were serious?!

R: *trying to pull me into packed train* WHY IS YOUR ASS SO BIG?!

DUDE I JUST GOT PWNED BY VINOD! -

Vinod: How is the forty-year-old pedophile anyway?
Me: HE'S ONLY 26 AND HE'S NOT A PEDOPHILE.
Vinod: Cool. Don't be defensive.
Me: I'm just sayin'.
Vinod: How is the strapping young lad, anyway?
Vinod: (Feel better now?)

Vinod: Be careful when you tell your parents. Your dad might break his nose.
Me: His dad might break MY nose.

R: DUDE WE SPENT LIKE THREE DAYS TOGETHER LAST WEEK. I NEED MY SPACE.
Me: R, when you MARRY ME, I will ALWAYS BE THERE. In the morning when you wake up, in the evennings when you get home from work, at night before you go to bed. ALWAYS. I'll know when you are sleeping, I'll know when you're awake. I'll know if you've been bad or good.
R: We are going to sleep in separate HOUSES. Like, when I come home from work I'll run over, ring your doorbell, and run away. And WAVE from my house.
Me: OOH. We can set up, like, a pulley system in between the houses so I can just transport your food over to you through wires and stuff!
R: Now you're catching on.

(Train arrives. R is texting.)
Me: Train's here.
R: *texts*
Me: We can go home.
R: *texts*
Me: It's here!
R: *texts*
Me: It looks empty, we may be able to get a seat!
R: *jumps up* Why do you always wait til the last minute to tell me things?!

Me: I want a coke.
R: I want the Twister Apple Juice!
Me: ... Oooh look. Sparkling Ribena.
R: OOOOH. Twister or Ribena? I can't decide!
Me: Pick one. *pulls out coke*
R: *pauses* Tash. Do you REALLY REALLY need to have coke?
Me: Er?
R: WOULDN'T YOU RATHER HAVE SPARKLING RIBENA??

(Later)
R: Ew, this is disgusting.
Me: I like sparkling Ribena!
R: We need to go get you drunk. You're going to love cheap wine.

(Telling metaphorical tale)
R: My neighbor once had a hawk. He thought it couldn't fly, because it's been in its cage since it was a hatchling. And he would only open the cage to feed it once a day. But little did he know that when he was not around, the hawk would practise flying by flapping its wings in the cage itself. Then one day... The hawk got loose, and flew away.
Me: OH MY GOSH. YOU'RE THE HAWK!
R: But then, it crashed to the ground and a bunch of crows beat it up.
Me: See, that's what'll happen if you fly away from me!
R: LET ME FINISH. So my neighbor put it back in its cage and looked after it once more. Then one day... It flew away, never to be seen again.
Me: Wow. Was your neighbor sad?
R: No. He said, "maybe this is for the best".
Me: Well, if I were the neighbor and you were my hawk, I would stalk you! Like, follow you from tree to tree!
R: *looks horrified*
Me: I'd be so upset without my hawkie.
R: Maybe you could commit suicide and put yourself AND the hawk out of your respective misery.
Me: You want me to kill myself?!
R: Remember Tash - go down the highway, not across the road.

please say you'll wait for me, i'll grow up someday

2009-07-01T03:39:29Z

Joni, Joni, please don't cry,
You'll forget me by-and-by,
You're just fifteen, I'm twenty-two -
And Joni, I just can't wait for you.

WHAT THE FUCK?

2009-07-01T02:04:07Z

can this stupid cheena girl not do ANYTHING by her fucking self?!?!

can she NOT stay the fuck away from r?!?!?!

what is she, fucking retarded?! how the fuck did she learn to walk on her own?! eat?! WIPE HER ASS?!?!

omg. seriously. wtf.

WHAT KIND OF SADASS FUCK ASKS THEIR NEIGHBOR'S WORKMATE WHO THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW FOR TIPS REGARDING SOME LAME-ASS JOB INTERVIEW?! ARE YOU A FUCKING MENTAL CRIPPLE?! DO YOU MEET YOUR BOYFRIENDS ON 4CHAN FORUMS, TOO?!

i mean, i get obsessed too, but dude that ploy is just weak. asking a guy you like to help you with an assignment is one thing, this is a whole other realm of WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.

am extremely irritated right now.

edit: aawon my best fwen!

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two things -

2009-06-26T05:16:11Z

1.

YAY EXAM IS OVER! HOLIDAYS FINALLY ON!

Now all left to do is Dream Inc's fundraising (Leonard please send flyers) and the Health Screening Event.

2.

RIP MJ :(