Nationality confusion

During CEIC 2000, yeh it's thermodynamic and basically it has always failed to hold my attention for longer than 15 mins. sadness. Leena was sitting next to me and as always, we started chit-chatting with me calling out her full name which is kinda exotic "dayangku.....bla bla bla.

Then we suddenly talked about a malaysian whose name is Hazi or something i couldnt really remember. but yeh he is a malaysian guy that i couldn't seem to recall at that moment (i still don't know who is he though).

some important background info:
i was wearing GLASSES as usual. and Leena, by any chance wouldn't overlook that.

"........oh Hazi, the malaysian guy, don't you know who is he?" Leena asked.

"hmm, not that i can remember" i then said, obviously never feel ashamed of my shitty memory.

"ah, the guy that wear glasses?" leena then elaborated more on him.

"ah, that's very informative Leena," me being sarcastic.

"aiyo, he is the only malaysian guy that wear glasses !" she then said it.

"..........................." staring at her, and was about to ask her what i was putting on in front of my eyes, but then i couldn't be bothered much (as lazy as always) and just pointed at my glasses.

"huh?" Leena was still obsessed with her mistake and didn't seem to be realising anything from my hint.

"then where am i from?" i then said.

"oh sorry....................sorry...............sorry............" she then apologized, with Stef, who was sitting in front of me laughing her ass off.

"......................" i was totally speechless.

" i always thought you are from hong kong or somewhere else! " she then further explained.

"oh yeh? lol. " (only if my friends acknowledge my weird-sounding cantonese. ahahha.

Wani's friend asked her when she saw my picture in the camera "since when you know a korean guy?"

lol....................................

oh well, sometimes chinese are chinese, it doesn't make much of a difference between a malaysian chinese and a hong ki chinese. or do they actually have a different look that label themselves as chinese from particular country?

Baby has grown up

he was four months old.
6 months old.
9 months old here.

After ten months after my sis-in-law has given birth to him, he has gone through the stages that every baby does. From drinking milk to eating congee, and now eating rice and some junk food that we adults eat - from lying still in bed and cried out to be cuddled to being able to crawl on his own and sit up right, and soon becoming a toddler- from toothless to a few TEETH (not tooth) at the front part of his mouth- from not being able to understand what we said to him to being so bossy to answer every incoming phone calls, i would say that he has officially grown up. I would still call him a baby but i think he might think he is grown-up enough not to be called a baby.

yeah, bryvan has grown up. the last time i saw him was actually three months ago, when he still couldn't crawl around and needed to rely on his "mercedes". But now, whenever i called my mum, he would yell so loud signaling my mum that he wanted to answer the phone call- that i have to call out his name to satisfy him and expecting him to giggle a bit before i could really talk to my mum. haha. so cute! and whenever my mum goes on webcam, he would be become all photogenic and crawl over so that i could see him. lol.

perasan betul budak ni.

He is 10 months old now. yeah, you heard me right, 10 months old, not even 1 year old. but how can he be so gigantic and mature-looking? haha. yeh i couldnt help but wonder over the same question too. and guess what, my mum said he had slimmed down after falling sick for nearly two-weeks. i really can't imagine how big he was.

anywya, by the time i go back to malaysia, he will be waiting for me in the airport, toddling around and perhaps call me "er shu (uncle)"? haha. must teach him over msn. haha. Still, he is the king of Chia's family. hehe. oh well, he has now replaced me to go with my dad to the kopitiam every morning. lol.

doesn't seem apologetic at all!

With the excessive use of the word F*** globally, and how peoples over the world have been worshipping this word regardless of their emotions, happy, mad, or even emotionless, i think the existence of the F word in every single spoken sentence (or even written) is significantly noticeable.

During the reservoir engineering tutorials, when everyone was busy copying down the questions, Shane, Timothy and Leena were also nicely playing the role of a good student. They were multitasking like most of the students do, all the time in fact. While copying down the questions without giving a damn on how to solve the questions, they were chit-chatting all the time.

someone started adding the word f*** in his sentence and Shane overheard it (or eavesdropped if you would rather call it that way). Shane then poppped a sentence out ramdomly.

"hey please don't swear. i am a good boy. and i don't f**king swear! " Shane said with his serious look on and continued copying down the question.

Timothy and Leena started to laugh.

"hey if someone apologises to you in this way, will you ever forgive him/her?" Leena then asked.

"in what way?" out of curiosity and also tried to be responsive, Tim and Shane asked.

"i am fucking sorry. i just couldn't believe what i have been fucking done to you. Can you fucking forgive me?" Leena said and without any doubt, both of us were laughing out hearts out but trying to keep it down just in case we have to repeat the same thing to Rachel (the lecturer).

"oh hell, no way i am going to forgive him/her!" Both Tim and Shane said.

"but then if the person does look very apologetic and very sincere in his manner?" Leena then added.

"oh well, then it depends on the situation. i will let you know when someone apologize to me in that way! " Shane said.

what would you guys do?

The fifty cents tale

ok this is really classic. It never fails to make me laugh whenever I see a fifty cents coin in my wallet.

"how much is the bag?" Peter asked the chinese boss.

"35 dollars (with the chinese accent)!" the chinese boss said.

"I will get it from you for 30 dollars!" Peter tried to bargain with the chinese boss, ridiculous!

"no.......no............(the longest "no" peter has ever heard). If i give you 30 dollars, tomorrow you come i close down!" the chinese boss said, with the very distinctive english with chinese accent.

"oh man c'mon, i really like this bag, 30 dollars deal?" Peter was not giving up.

"ok let me talk to my wife!" the chinese boss said.

*after a while listening to the mandarin Peter can never understand*

"ok, you seem like a nice guy. i will give you the best price ever!" the chinese boss said.

With so much anticipation rumbling inside, Peter waited for the price offered.

"34.50 dollars! " the chinese boss said, with an exaggerated expression on his face, telling Peter this is the best price ever really.

"oh man, it's just 50 cents difference!" Peter, couldn't help but to feel like banging his head onto the wall.

"hey 50 cents can be alot. see ah, you save 50 cents here, then you go to other shop and save another 50 cents, it's 1 dollar!!!!!!!!!! and then you save another 50 cents and another, you can go to the two dollars shop !!!! " the chinese boss analyzed the logic to Peter.

omg, i was laughing my ass off. really. Now you know how Chinese run their business. They will try their hardest to get every penny from you. So save the hassle of bargaining with them, your effort will be to no avail!! lol.