Iz me, who?
– Iz me, Mei. Iz kam to leech teh interwebz off you. HA!
Yeah, still no inturwebz at mine cause we can’t move the furniture back up till Thursday so I popped over to my cousin’s for a bit while my CPU lounges downstairs in the kitchen.
That said, I think I’m getting intoxicated from the smell of lacquer, paint and whatnot floating around the house.
My mum’s so cute. Told her I’ll be bunking with Michelle aka bikramyogachick [sorry I can’t link, it’s quickpress and I’ve dumped out html codes in favour of kicking and stretching should be simultaneous 50-50…]. This was her reaction :
“How did you meet her?”
– Teh interwebz! [yes, I speak in lolspeak sometimes. Not good for grammar, as I spotted a few lolspeak in my copysheet!]
“… you met someone online and you’re staying with them?!”
“… siao ah! [crazy!]. Who is this? How old is she?”
– …..mum. I think she has more to fear from me bunking at her place. I may very well terrorise her family into doing awkward pose 20 times a day.
“She will sell you to a vice ring!”
– I don’t think American men have a fetish for flat-chested Asian girls.