While flying back from Bangkok, I was trying to nap on the plane. All of a sudden, I felt something tickling my arm! At first I thought it was hair, but when I finally opened my eyes...
Omg a cockroach on your computer!
Actually, a baby cockroach was frolicking on my arm.
But fortunately, I'm not scared of cockroaches so I just brushed it away HAHAHA. It scuttled to the businessman sitting behind me.
Today was a pretty ricetarded day. After lunch, Limmeng and Hamza came to my house to play with Doodle and watch "Uh Uh Siol". We ended up doing the Bad English Challenge by watching retarded Japanese gameshows on youtube and forcing ourselves not to laugh! The punishment was getting flicked on the forehead with this thick rubber band I found in my kitchen. It was so painful! And to make things worse, everytime we paused the video to mete out punitive action, it would end up with a truly retarded screenshot, causing the people who weren't even laughing to begin with to start lmaoing.
They later turned to trying to frighten me by making me play things like the Scary Maze (really very scary) and watching a real life video clip of...no spoilers! Watch it yourself and be creeped out at this unearthly hour!
:-(
We then scrolled down to look at the comments and started lmaoing again.
When it was finally time to leave for an evening of card games and moneymaking, I noticed something truly horrifying. There were scratch marks all over my chair, like a crazy cat had been let loose. However, the only thing that had come into contact with the chair that afternoon was Lim Heng's ass. We were mindboggled.
Hamza came up with two theories, one frightening and one retarded, just like the videos we watched earlier.
1. There's a ghost in my bedroom *trembles*
2. Lim Heng's ass is Wolverine
Suddenly a flash of brilliance struck him
3. A ghost is living in Lim Heng's ass
Anyway I really don't know how this happened! Because there was nothing sharp in Limmeng's pockets, and we didn't even move from the table all day.
Afterward we were walking down to 7/11, and ran into an ang moh man and lady strolling side by side. As we passed them, we distinctly heard the man say to the lady: Speaking of your ass, how's your sex life?
It was painfully hard not to start rofling!
And lastly, Hamza's hair is enormous now. But look what it was long ago:
