we didnt have school today, and it came as an unexpected news. haha! cus Mr. popesco aka Mr opera singer called in sick today. And he was the lecturer for both intercultural difference and change managment so! all lessons are called off!
we waited for vincent to come and tell us when to meet the landlord at the appartment we rented at montmatre. he told us 6. and it was still early so me and jules went to chatalet (and again i cant use the notations) to shop. godfrey and kar went to somewhere else to book some eurostar tix for their london trip somewhere in nov. AND uncle shawn went... where else! to grocery shop. zzz. food and only food for uncle shawn.
Chatelet is another place that you can consider coming to shop. pretty nice, they also have h&m, Zara, C&A, NAFNAF, some other anyhow stores and some label boutique that i duno of and are prolly of local designs.
we had a breeze 'scan' across the whole area and made plans to come back on wed again before heading back to abesses to meet the rest (kar, godfrey, shawn) to go and view our new appartment!
one word, WOAH! damnprettycantheapartmentcandiefromexcitement! (yes read this in one breath, then you know just how excited i was) i was (as what i told chiang), prancing, screaming, shrieking and laughing out loud all at the same time. the landlord must thought that he has just rented his appt to 3 very crazy and sua ku girls. BUT WAHLAO. if u compare this slump that we are living in now to that, you will sure say one word. WOAH!
hahaha. what can we ask for? except that there will be no more free calls to singapore residence, (cannot chit chat with mummy anymoreeeeee, grrrr) there will be still be internet and even better, cus its wifi which means that we will be able to use internet anywhere! on the bed, on the floor in the toilet (LOL), and not having to be restricted buy the number and length of those stupid yellow cables. the bathroom is so clean and the view is incredible. i can see the effiel tower (like wahlao again? abit sian-liao-leh-everyday-see hahahahaha so qian bian) just outside the window. the kitchen makes me wanna cook everyday and wanna keep it clean like its my own house. (see, i can cook and i can clean, ima good wife so log on to mocca.com and get me). one word for the house and of cus for myself, WOAH!
actually, although this house that we have lived in is really quite crappy and we cannot wait to move to the new one, i still feel something when it occurs to me that tonight is the last night we are gg to sleep here. cus however lokok it may be, it was still a place we called home for the past 2 weeks. its just like no matter how ugly your parents are, they are your parents and you cannot deny that bond between you and them. (kar says that me and my mum are so alike, so sanba) btw sympa ('samba') actually means nice in french. so if i can say the elle est sympa, meaning SHE IS NICE. i hope karen meant THIS SYMBA AND NOT THAT SANBA. lol. oei i will tel my mum ok.
i have pictures of me and jules camwhoring in school while waiting for vincent. the theme of the day was to play stupid and we sure did look very idiotic. but before that! i have something to share with you people. and its about paris, the metro, an old man, 3 distressed chinese girls and some good amount of hysterical laughters.
you ready?
ok, after viewing our appt, and feeling damn pleased with ourselves (and thankful for the amt of money our dad has chinked chinked, good 4k euros for it), we headed to be on our way back to the lokok but 'sentimental' slump that we are curently staying in (and has stayed in for the past 2 weeks, WE PAID 800EUROS for 2 weeks, so listen up yo!)
so went into the metro station at abbesses. it was like prolly 3 stations worth of good silence (credit it to the hill climbing and stairs climbing fatigue), juli finally spoke up in chinese.
she told us to look at the man, NO, OLD MAN (yes first character of the story has surfaced), standing directing opp where she was sitting.
and we did. guess what we saw. we saw.................
him scratching/playing/fooling ard (we seriously duno, and its quite rude to stare isnt it?, though i would rather call it to 'observe') with his crotch. yes, his manhood if i must say it. he was doing it with his hands on his thang over his pants. so...
after the 3 of us burst into HYSTERICAL LAUGHTERS (not funny meh, old man and scratching crotch in metro?? we found it damn funny ok), and juli continuously muttering between her muffled laughters, 'so er xinnnnn eeeeeeeeeeeee, eeeeeeee!!!!!', we pulled ourselves together and looked away.
i told juli to brush it off.
me: (in between laughters) ok la, maybe he is just feeling itchy!
juli: 'but he has been at it for some time already! i didnt tell you all at first cus i wasnt sure! see, now he is still doin it, i duno what is he doing lehhh!! so erxinnnnnnnnnnnn'
me: 'hahahahahahhaahha, okay he just just very itchy then, thats why must scratch for so long i think hahahahahaha. okok dun care him paris got a lot of siao lang(read: crazy people/lunatics)'
so we sat up straight and swallowed the laughters, looking away. but from the corner our eyes, he was still working hard at it and we know his hands are busy. but every time the train stops at a station, and the door opens, he would pause (note that i said pause) and place his dirty hands into his pocket.
as soon as the door closes, he would resume his happy moments. we continue to aknowledge him. cus he is an old man and we are so not interested with whatever he does and is doing (but of cus if another some old man wants my seat, i would gladly oblige, singaporeans loves seniors ok, cus we are an aging population y'all.)
we then proceed to zone out (me and kar) when juli continues to bury her poor head into her hand or arms (okay she was all balled up). in her words she buried herself in disgust. that went on for some minutes and suddenly she stood up and changed seats away from us and the old man.
i was like woah! and looked at her while she zips off from her seats to the seats at the front of the train cabin. and i saw what i deem as forever a barrier to my sexual life in my marriage next time, i am so sure. (im sorry, whoever you are, my future husband)
the dirty old man was.. happy masturbating while standing infront of the train doors! oh my tian. i dun mean to be rude but he is so old and fat and white and although i know that what is mean to be kept under clothes (rightfully), god made them less pretty, BUT I FOUND IT SO UGLY can! and i wanted to die seeing that ugly thing. im sure jules too wanted to die.
i am so furious, cus he has just placed a potential big barrier in my after marriage life.
i was telling chiang that HELO its a dirty old man know, if it was some hot guy maybe it wouldnt affect my appetite as much. shit. and he is damn WHITE (first time i agree with a tan)and fat and OLD. urgh. (right now, i have 345678900 hokkien bad words running through my lil mind as i am typing this and forced to recall the whole incident)
so i turned to kar and told her to lets change seats too. and we did. i told jules to look at the door. the poor door, was filled with his 'remains'. one word, nono not woah, but DESPO can! piang.
so you see. me aint kidding you when i say that you can do anything in the paris metro. now there is one more thing to add to the list- wanking. cant belive he could still go at it when we laughed so hard, obviously at him initially. yeah he got the last laugh i guess, cus he alighted at the next stop once he was relieved.
we 3 are considering bringing rubber gloves into the metro so we can wear them if we have to open the doors (oooh do you know that you have to open the doors yourself by lifting a lever? it doesnt go dii dii dii open dii dii dii close like in singapore yo). i duno which hand that dirty old man used to open the doors when he alighted but we didnt wanna risk so we used another exit. (someone else lifted the lever, we refused to)
so, morale of the story. has as lil contact with the metro as you can. you never know what the last person did before you came and which hand he used to touch where ya gg to touch.
we waited for vincent to come and tell us when to meet the landlord at the appartment we rented at montmatre. he told us 6. and it was still early so me and jules went to chatalet (and again i cant use the notations) to shop. godfrey and kar went to somewhere else to book some eurostar tix for their london trip somewhere in nov. AND uncle shawn went... where else! to grocery shop. zzz. food and only food for uncle shawn.
Chatelet is another place that you can consider coming to shop. pretty nice, they also have h&m, Zara, C&A, NAFNAF, some other anyhow stores and some label boutique that i duno of and are prolly of local designs.
we had a breeze 'scan' across the whole area and made plans to come back on wed again before heading back to abesses to meet the rest (kar, godfrey, shawn) to go and view our new appartment!
one word, WOAH! damnprettycantheapartmentcandiefromexcitement! (yes read this in one breath, then you know just how excited i was) i was (as what i told chiang), prancing, screaming, shrieking and laughing out loud all at the same time. the landlord must thought that he has just rented his appt to 3 very crazy and sua ku girls. BUT WAHLAO. if u compare this slump that we are living in now to that, you will sure say one word. WOAH!
hahaha. what can we ask for? except that there will be no more free calls to singapore residence, (cannot chit chat with mummy anymoreeeeee, grrrr) there will be still be internet and even better, cus its wifi which means that we will be able to use internet anywhere! on the bed, on the floor in the toilet (LOL), and not having to be restricted buy the number and length of those stupid yellow cables. the bathroom is so clean and the view is incredible. i can see the effiel tower (like wahlao again? abit sian-liao-leh-everyday-see hahahahaha so qian bian) just outside the window. the kitchen makes me wanna cook everyday and wanna keep it clean like its my own house. (see, i can cook and i can clean, ima good wife so log on to mocca.com and get me). one word for the house and of cus for myself, WOAH!
actually, although this house that we have lived in is really quite crappy and we cannot wait to move to the new one, i still feel something when it occurs to me that tonight is the last night we are gg to sleep here. cus however lokok it may be, it was still a place we called home for the past 2 weeks. its just like no matter how ugly your parents are, they are your parents and you cannot deny that bond between you and them. (kar says that me and my mum are so alike, so sanba) btw sympa ('samba') actually means nice in french. so if i can say the elle est sympa, meaning SHE IS NICE. i hope karen meant THIS SYMBA AND NOT THAT SANBA. lol. oei i will tel my mum ok.
i have pictures of me and jules camwhoring in school while waiting for vincent. the theme of the day was to play stupid and we sure did look very idiotic. but before that! i have something to share with you people. and its about paris, the metro, an old man, 3 distressed chinese girls and some good amount of hysterical laughters.
you ready?
ok, after viewing our appt, and feeling damn pleased with ourselves (and thankful for the amt of money our dad has chinked chinked, good 4k euros for it), we headed to be on our way back to the lokok but 'sentimental' slump that we are curently staying in (and has stayed in for the past 2 weeks, WE PAID 800EUROS for 2 weeks, so listen up yo!)
so went into the metro station at abbesses. it was like prolly 3 stations worth of good silence (credit it to the hill climbing and stairs climbing fatigue), juli finally spoke up in chinese.
she told us to look at the man, NO, OLD MAN (yes first character of the story has surfaced), standing directing opp where she was sitting.
and we did. guess what we saw. we saw.................
him scratching/playing/fooling ard (we seriously duno, and its quite rude to stare isnt it?, though i would rather call it to 'observe') with his crotch. yes, his manhood if i must say it. he was doing it with his hands on his thang over his pants. so...
after the 3 of us burst into HYSTERICAL LAUGHTERS (not funny meh, old man and scratching crotch in metro?? we found it damn funny ok), and juli continuously muttering between her muffled laughters, 'so er xinnnnn eeeeeeeeeeeee, eeeeeeee!!!!!', we pulled ourselves together and looked away.
i told juli to brush it off.
me: (in between laughters) ok la, maybe he is just feeling itchy!
juli: 'but he has been at it for some time already! i didnt tell you all at first cus i wasnt sure! see, now he is still doin it, i duno what is he doing lehhh!! so erxinnnnnnnnnnnn'
me: 'hahahahahahhaahha, okay he just just very itchy then, thats why must scratch for so long i think hahahahahaha. okok dun care him paris got a lot of siao lang(read: crazy people/lunatics)'
so we sat up straight and swallowed the laughters, looking away. but from the corner our eyes, he was still working hard at it and we know his hands are busy. but every time the train stops at a station, and the door opens, he would pause (note that i said pause) and place his dirty hands into his pocket.
as soon as the door closes, he would resume his happy moments. we continue to aknowledge him. cus he is an old man and we are so not interested with whatever he does and is doing (but of cus if another some old man wants my seat, i would gladly oblige, singaporeans loves seniors ok, cus we are an aging population y'all.)
we then proceed to zone out (me and kar) when juli continues to bury her poor head into her hand or arms (okay she was all balled up). in her words she buried herself in disgust. that went on for some minutes and suddenly she stood up and changed seats away from us and the old man.
i was like woah! and looked at her while she zips off from her seats to the seats at the front of the train cabin. and i saw what i deem as forever a barrier to my sexual life in my marriage next time, i am so sure. (im sorry, whoever you are, my future husband)
the dirty old man was.. happy masturbating while standing infront of the train doors! oh my tian. i dun mean to be rude but he is so old and fat and white and although i know that what is mean to be kept under clothes (rightfully), god made them less pretty, BUT I FOUND IT SO UGLY can! and i wanted to die seeing that ugly thing. im sure jules too wanted to die.
i am so furious, cus he has just placed a potential big barrier in my after marriage life.
i was telling chiang that HELO its a dirty old man know, if it was some hot guy maybe it wouldnt affect my appetite as much. shit. and he is damn WHITE (first time i agree with a tan)and fat and OLD. urgh. (right now, i have 345678900 hokkien bad words running through my lil mind as i am typing this and forced to recall the whole incident)
so i turned to kar and told her to lets change seats too. and we did. i told jules to look at the door. the poor door, was filled with his 'remains'. one word, nono not woah, but DESPO can! piang.
so you see. me aint kidding you when i say that you can do anything in the paris metro. now there is one more thing to add to the list- wanking. cant belive he could still go at it when we laughed so hard, obviously at him initially. yeah he got the last laugh i guess, cus he alighted at the next stop once he was relieved.
we 3 are considering bringing rubber gloves into the metro so we can wear them if we have to open the doors (oooh do you know that you have to open the doors yourself by lifting a lever? it doesnt go dii dii dii open dii dii dii close like in singapore yo). i duno which hand that dirty old man used to open the doors when he alighted but we didnt wanna risk so we used another exit. (someone else lifted the lever, we refused to)
so, morale of the story. has as lil contact with the metro as you can. you never know what the last person did before you came and which hand he used to touch where ya gg to touch.
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