12.15 p.m. Thursday 02.04.09

I seriously, like Michelle kind of serious, need to get my ears checked. Or get a hearing aid! It happened twice today. Words transmitted into my brain were so not the same words that were actually said.

In Chemistry, Alfonso was talking about chemical names. He was listing them all out according to our textbook. And then he said something...
Me: Whoa!
Ray: What?
Me: Did he just say "Moron" ?
Ray: No! It's BORON.

If you think that was crazily transmitted, then you should've been there when this happened.
In PK, the Dragon was asking the girls what we should do for the coming PJ session.
Me: What a pervert!
Ray: What?
Me: Didnt you hear him? He said, "Breast for one day?"
Ray: *laughed at me* Phoby! You stupik girl! He said "Rest" not "Breast". You horny!

10.45 a.m. Thursday 02.04.09

We're having PK right now. Free period! Baha! When the Dragon (we call him that, cos his name sounded like it but it was slightly different and it confused us) came in, I saw him with a cane and I ran to Michelle and I screamed, "He got a rotan! He got a rotan!" and Michelle went, "Oh! He's gona, he's gona, he's gona, he's gona..."

I stared at her. She killed the moment, man..

"He's gona bludgen us to death!"

Few minutes after that, I was concentrating on my drawing. A dead fish! :D And then the Dragon went, "Class, I need your attention."
I said, "You always need attention."

Ray: Dude, you were pretty loud.
Me: What? I was?
Ray: Yeah.
I stared at the Dragon, waiting to see his response. He didnt look pissed or hurt or...at me.
Me: Hey, Ray? Do you think he heard me?
Ray: Nope, class is noisy.
Me: Oh thank God. Cos I didnt want him to hear that.

Yes, this little monkey doesnt want to be given any belacan for saying what she said.

We all know, once she started, there aint no stopping...Ray and her apek accent!

We were in the Bio lab. Getting bored listening to the teacher explain about passive movements (?). So we flipped the pages of the textbook. Ray saw a picture of Dolly, the first cloned sheep.

Ray: Haiyo! Dolly.. Dolly the clone sheep, oh!
Me: Die ready ah!
Ray: Haiyo! You stupik girl!

There is not a day when you dont hear "Haiyo! You stupik girl!"

proudest moment in my skating history (besides the first time I kicked right)

That Saturday when we were at Michelle's, I made her watch some skate vids. She was like, "That's so cool! Makes me wana skate too..."

Yesterday,
Nigarose: Yo, phoby. Whr do ya buy skateboards in kch?
Phobadog: Rupert Rage at Centre Point near Sarawak Plaza. Walk upstairs.
Nigarose: How do I pick out a skateboard? Like wht are the good ones?
Phobadog: I like Element. It's expensive tho. How bout you get a cheap one for try out
Nigarose: Orait. Thank you Phobadawg.

Duuuuude, she was mother serious about this! Whoooot! I've influenced my goat to skate :D

retards reunited

Aleen and Fiqah came over to Kuching for the hols. We went to Spring yesterday. Daryl, Ray's lil bro tagged along. The poor thing. He looked so (please type an adjective here) surrounded by loud, psychotic and retarded monkeys. But of course! We fed him and he got to eat lotsa things. He ate my worms, Fiqah's sotong (im not sure what u call that thing), Ray's sour tape anddd...I'm not sure what Aleen gave him. Probably nothing. Oh, that devilish monkey!

We were at Quicksilver. Aleen wanted to buy a new wallet. Fiqah helped her. Ray and I found the fitting rooms.

Ray: Come on, lets be vain.
Phoebe: Camwhore time!

We took some pics. Daryl was in the first 2 pics. And then! He went out and locked us in! That heavy thing was leaning against the door. Now, this is the part where you really hate yourself for being skinny.


But in the end he convinced us that we were being dellusional and he wasnt leaning against the door. I dont know how he got there so fast!

Rocket Parrrrrty!

http://thesewordscankill.blogspot.com/
Michelle does a better job at explaining this, go to her blog and read it, okay, kids?
Yah! I am posting it, Michelle! Or Micheal, whatever your guy name is. Cant believe I was Adrian and I thought he was a real guy and Pam was upset that he had a girlfriend and I kept on singing dramatically, repeating his name. "AAAADRIIIIAN! Oh, Adrian! Adrian!"
So, the Rocket Party didnt exactly go as planned. Well, we didnt really plan much except, "Okay, so Michelle's driver is gona pick us up, we're gona have pizza before we do our rocket and then her driver is gona send us back to school..."

Yes, we did eat pizza and then we went to the pc room to check out some water rockets done by people from around the world and uh, lets just say we got distracted :D

Here are the many random and spastic things we did...
(I dont even know where to start!)

We must start with her drinking

Pose with the black billboard!

I'm the next best Power Ranger!

So amused by the faiyah !

Acting like the bitchy boss, are we?

Sara tryina 'pump' the flowers =/

random conversations

The night before, I kinda took too much cough syrup. Dayyumm...it was go0o0od! And I was Michael overdosed. Oh so so beautiful! And! I went to check out my long time crush. Gosh, he's sexy as ever! The next morning I came to school looking all messed up.
Ray: Didnt have enough Michael, huh?
Phoebe: No, I had Michael. Too much of him!
Ray: *burst out laughing*
Phoebe: Okay, that sounded wrong a little..

Michelle walked in. We did our usual psychowhackwhack nonsense. When it was finally quiet, I started thinking about Michael. I grinned (more of the Im-so-stoned kind of grin) and stared at Michelle.
Michelle: Are you on crack?
Phoebe: *nods head* I took three kinds of crack lastnight.
Michelle: Phoby! There's only one kind of crack and that's coccaine!
Phoebe: I dont give a crack!

It was English and I sat way at the back with Michelle. Ray was separated from us and she was actually paying attention (it didnt do her any good. you should've seen her when English was over). So, a classmate was up doing her oral and it was about an Iban warrior. It got me thinking about my oral topic. I havent decided yet. Oh! Before I get to my story with this, let me give you a flash from the past...

*dreamy music plays in the background*
Michelle: You know what, you should talk about Michael Castro. Since you know so much about him. And you can sing This Boy to show how obsessed you are about him. That way, the teacher's bound to give you full marks!

Yes...that idea was real go0o0o0od... Anyhoots, back to the story! I thought of an interesting native history for my oral.
Phoebe: Sometimes I wish I was a Red Indian so I can tell people about our legends.
Michelle: Phoby, you're so strange!

In the Physics lab... I had some thinking time to myself. You know those times when you're in the toilet busy doing your business and your head starts wandering off and you think too much but then you eventually made sense? Well, I was having that. Except I was in the lab and not the toilet and I certainly was not doing my business.

Phoebe: Hey, you know what I realized?
Michelle: What?
Phoebe: After remembering all the guys I've crushed on, I realized there's one thing they all have in common.
Ray: What is it?
Phoebe: I love boys who look like Red Indians.
Ray: *laughs her head off*
Michelle: *stares at me in disbelief. turns to Ray* Just when I thought she couldnt get any stranger, she proves me wrong!

Seriously, I cant help it, okay. Red Indians are hot. I dont give a crocodile crap (I've never seen one, I wana see their crap, I'm curious) if they cant speak English; if all they tell me is, "Kasha makurumaka sha" which I dont even know where I heard that from or what it means. I probably just made that one up. Or it could mean, "Come get in my pants." (or cover or leaf, who knows if they still dont wear pants now) But I wont mind. That's how they usually sound like, right? Hot!

in the science lab..

Teacher: Class, the experiment we're gona do today would give out some poisonous gas.
Phoebe: Yes!
Rachel: Ouch.
Michelle: Die!