The birthday party
There's this student, who's living in one of those student dormitories. He's happily studying away on his kitchen table when he hears a strange sound coming from one of his kitchen drawers, so he get up and takes a peek at that drawer, pulling it out cautiously, as he's alone and is beginning to feel somewhat freaked out.
Upon sliding the drawer out, he notices a hand, all pasty green/blue, and missing a few fingers. Initially, he doesn't know what to do, and is quite ready to panic, but then his curiousity takes over and he opens the drawer a little more and discovers an arm... also all pasty and green... whoever it belongs to has been dead for quite some time...
Aghast, yet intrigued, the student opens it some more and discovers a head with thin matted hair, a rotten scalp, goggly eyes frozen in the final shocked expression of a sudden death, and a huge gawping black hole of a mouth.
Frozen to his place, the student doesn't know whether to run or to scream or simply to faint away. Suddenly, the head moves, and turns to face him with it's goggly dead eyes, and opening his gaping mouth, says:
"Eng, eng, eng... Doraemon!"
...........
I have no idea why the conversation tured to ghost stories yesterday at U-jungs surprise birthday party... It was a small and intimate little gathering, where we ascertained that my housemate, P'Berm, sees ghosts that look like his girlfriend, U-jung, whenever she is not around. Freaky. That's why there are those Korean signs above all the doors in my house - to ward off ghosts. But how the hell do Australian ghosts understand Korean? Or maybe they are allocated to haunt people based on demographic and/or nationality of residents?
I couldn't eat the cake, or the icecream at the party, so I thought I'd make my own cocunutmilk icecream... I'm not too certain about the results, although they did make for a nice breakfast... the thing is, I was told that I have to boil it first, or else the fat won't freeze, and that that is what they do with cream before turning it into icecream. So I tried it out, and it's a solid block, I must have burned as many calories trying to eat the rock as I got eating it! The more I think about it, the more I think I've been had... I've never heard of anyone having to boil cream before turning it into icecream before.
In any case, I'll have to do that more often... it really is quite yummy!
My legs are still really sore... I went to my first pilates class on Monday, and they make you do all these excercises that work out muscles that you aren't even aware of. The unfortunate part of that is that they are all internal muscles - working them out is supposed to increase my balance and overall support of my body... but it's not going to be making my tummy any smaller!... I'll leave that to kickboxing class on Thursday, if I even have time to go!
Today was day three of the multicultural festival... Oh my god, I smell like satay chicken again. I guess I didn't screw anything up today, either, which makes my day remarkably abnormal. Nor did I get lost (yet). I still haven't made my way home - so I've still got some time to think of some interesting way to screw up. Or perhaps it'll wait until tomorrow, when I've got the VIDC performance with the B.O.B.s... now that's a scary thought. My screw-up battery is just recharging at the moment, waiting for it's full potency.
Upon sliding the drawer out, he notices a hand, all pasty green/blue, and missing a few fingers. Initially, he doesn't know what to do, and is quite ready to panic, but then his curiousity takes over and he opens the drawer a little more and discovers an arm... also all pasty and green... whoever it belongs to has been dead for quite some time...
Aghast, yet intrigued, the student opens it some more and discovers a head with thin matted hair, a rotten scalp, goggly eyes frozen in the final shocked expression of a sudden death, and a huge gawping black hole of a mouth.
Frozen to his place, the student doesn't know whether to run or to scream or simply to faint away. Suddenly, the head moves, and turns to face him with it's goggly dead eyes, and opening his gaping mouth, says:
"Eng, eng, eng... Doraemon!"
...........
I have no idea why the conversation tured to ghost stories yesterday at U-jungs surprise birthday party... It was a small and intimate little gathering, where we ascertained that my housemate, P'Berm, sees ghosts that look like his girlfriend, U-jung, whenever she is not around. Freaky. That's why there are those Korean signs above all the doors in my house - to ward off ghosts. But how the hell do Australian ghosts understand Korean? Or maybe they are allocated to haunt people based on demographic and/or nationality of residents?
I couldn't eat the cake, or the icecream at the party, so I thought I'd make my own cocunutmilk icecream... I'm not too certain about the results, although they did make for a nice breakfast... the thing is, I was told that I have to boil it first, or else the fat won't freeze, and that that is what they do with cream before turning it into icecream. So I tried it out, and it's a solid block, I must have burned as many calories trying to eat the rock as I got eating it! The more I think about it, the more I think I've been had... I've never heard of anyone having to boil cream before turning it into icecream before.
In any case, I'll have to do that more often... it really is quite yummy!
My legs are still really sore... I went to my first pilates class on Monday, and they make you do all these excercises that work out muscles that you aren't even aware of. The unfortunate part of that is that they are all internal muscles - working them out is supposed to increase my balance and overall support of my body... but it's not going to be making my tummy any smaller!... I'll leave that to kickboxing class on Thursday, if I even have time to go!
Today was day three of the multicultural festival... Oh my god, I smell like satay chicken again. I guess I didn't screw anything up today, either, which makes my day remarkably abnormal. Nor did I get lost (yet). I still haven't made my way home - so I've still got some time to think of some interesting way to screw up. Or perhaps it'll wait until tomorrow, when I've got the VIDC performance with the B.O.B.s... now that's a scary thought. My screw-up battery is just recharging at the moment, waiting for it's full potency.