hello foodies how are all of you all doing?
not like we never contact each other for a long time
and not like i didn't meet egg few hours ago
and and not like we won't be meeting each other on friday
but still.... HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE?








i notice that i never update anything here because i don't think all of you are interested in my mabuk story
so stop mentioning about all those yucky alcohols because i hate hate hate them
those alcohols can seriously take over my machoness because everytime i fall sick after few cups of them.... bah....
my muscle *shrinks*
like popeye without spinach...








i remember i used to tell people "sigh i seldom fall sick for don't know what reason la bla bla" (the machoness)
till one day eggie asked me "sick again?"
and its all the alcohols fault






ish...






the other day when i was shaving my legs, my mum knocked at the toilet door


"what are you doing there?"
"shaving"
"why are you taking such a long time??"
"sorry la, my leg hair is as bushy as the tropical rain forest la, hutan hujan tropika you know" (bahasa malaysia wtf)
"you are so vain"
"ahhh but your armpit hair is too long la, can tie braids edi"
"its not that i always raise up my hand! you think people want to see whether your armpit got hair anot ar??? FASTERLA! destroy the what what tropical forest to sahara desert la!"






this is how the conversation lead to sahara desert... hmmMm....








didn't really eat much for the past few days as my taste bud wasn't functioning well
probably meals for a day also didn't exceed a bowl of maggie mee
i wasted like meals for 3 days... buang them in the tong sampah... ish untung the tong sampah
as for these few days, i ate like an african kid
chicken rice macam abalone sharkfin finished it until i could even lick the plate
now i think back, the 3 days of meals in the tong sampah were diamond man
such a waste...
and i want that eggtart u bias mum











sorry my brain isn't functioning well as i'm having my finals these few days
practice maths until my hair can seriously drop until you can look at yourself with my head.
no need shoe polish thank you very much
who wants to have my hair and implant them on your chest as your chest hair? wtf
long kor, your mum will have difficulty picking up my hair if i'm at your house now
maybe when you're back from Iowa you'll still be seeing your mum picking up my hair wtf?
sorry sorry... long kor's mum is from ngor mei pai okay, *by the way she whacks the flies* don't play play








stats test is on friday and i am so NOT prepared
and like i have the mood to study after the stupid maths
suddenly miss cheerleading practice very much
but don't ask me to do all the tosses because i pity my bases tossing an elephant and the worst part is letting that big fat elephant with super huge ass land on them.... the pain.... the horror.... the bruises they had
and egg just asked me to eat more fats, as in fats, lemak (bahasa malaysia again wtf)
imagine that. my bases will have bone fractures. don't play play











stats friday! cheer tomorrow! thursday die at home...


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