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OH. MY. GOAT. My first Spanish class turns out to be slightly out of my expectation. Why? Here’s a list…

ONE. I am definitely NOT getting married or date a Spanish hunk teacher.

TWO. Spotted two cute chicos but they are definitely UNDERAGE.

THREE. My tongue got twisted and knotted more than I’ve anticipated.

FOUR. My brain is obviously VERY rusty.

FIVE. Can you imagine that I said “I would like to RENT a book” !!!!!???

<* Perrinator takes a deep, deep breath…

[ eEEeeeEeeeEee SSuuupp!!!]

And accidentally swallows a fly…

Spits it out…

[KKarrrrr ppuiiii!!!]

And tries to loosen up a little before continuing her story *>

Okay…when I was driving to the class…I was so nervous and excited till both my palms began to form sticky liquid called…sweat, my stomach was slightly upset (thank goodness I didn’t shit in my jeans!) and I felt a little queasy too. I can’t help but to think, how cute is the teacher or how am I gonna fare in the class.

I arrived half an hour early (I’m usually very punctual. Hehehe) and saw several other fancy cars coming into the car park at the same time. Geez. These college kids are filthy rich! I think I should hatch a sinister plan and get his/her father to divorce his/her mother and marry the father so that I get to drive those cars too! LOL! I took the lift to the third floor, and saw two or three college kids lingering around the area, preparing for their exams. I pace back and forth until another guy arrived, but he doesn’t look like a student there. First impression, he’s pretty cute! I think he was there for the Spanish class too because he didn’t bring any books or bag with him, and he was walking around the hall like me.

I kept on waiting till more and more people started to arrive. I’ve got a strong hunch that they were all waiting to go into the Spanish classroom because, like I said before, none of them were seen carrying any books or studying at all. Unable to stay still and wait, I took the lift to the sixth floor, hoping to sit in the language library but as soon as I stepped out of the lift, I was pretty shocked to see scores of students lining up outside some lecture halls, waiting to sit for their exams. Feeling extremely embarrassed when almost all of them looked up from their books/notes to look at a stunned grown-lady-but-pretending-to-be-a-student, I quickly made a U-turn and dashed towards the lift as if I’ve seen a ghost. Mind you, I didn’t dress obscenely! In fact, I was so worried that someone might actually call me AUNTIE till I decided to wear a simple T-shirt, jeans and yes, sport shoes!

I was back on the third floor, waiting with the rest of the people until a white, medium-built, four-eyed dude came out of the lift. So…he was THE Spanish teacher…and no, he wasn’t hunky or beefy enough and yes, he’s the normal, average Spanish guy with no beer belly or moustache/beard that sweeps the floor (Dios! Muchas gracias!). A bit nerdy-looking too. When we all settled in the classroom, he began introducing himself in Spanish. Thank goodness, he was only kidding when he said “I will be speaking only Spanish during the entire lesson”. But, he was dead serious when he said that he will be conversing in Spanish only when we reach Lesson 4 or 5.

While waiting for him to distribute the attendance list and course materials, I quickly scanned the classroom for any hunk…but there were only two cute ‘kids’. Sigh. I started to think that I’m the oldest in the class till a big, foreign-looking dude (he’s got beer belly!) entered the classroom and asked whether this is the Spanish class. I thought he was another teacher but hell no, he was one of us! LOL!

<* Perrinator did a quick jiggy piggy wiggy dance in her head at the sight of this OLD dude! Ngiak! Ngiak! Ngiak! *>

The teacher then began the lesson with some basic stuff, yadda yadda yadda…I understood some but mostly left stupefied by the pronunciations and spellings. I’ve never twisted and rolled my tongue so much in my life, especially when it comes to ‘r’ and ‘rr’. Hmm…I think it’s a good idea for me to go to my dog, stare him straight in his lovely round eyes and do this repeatedly:

“RRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”

Anyway, my brain is still very rusty because I can’t really catch up with the lessons while the lady sitting next to me seems to be able to do so. Sigh. How embarrassing. Luckily, the classroom was populated by different races, so nobody asked nobody’s name either, hence, it saved me from explaining my err…race if people start asking me questions about my name that doesn’t match my skin color…Phewwww…

Perhaps, this was the most embarrassing moment for me in the class when the teacher asked each one of us to converse with whoever sits next to us, and say/ask “Cómo te llamas?” and “Me llamo…”, I was having trouble in pronouncing the word ‘llamo’ and went into absolute panic mode when he walked up to each of us to check on our practice…and…by the time he came to my place…I nervously babbled God-knows-what and he reassuringly told me to repeat again and again till I got it right. Geez!!! I still don’t get it till now. Need more practice!!!

So, after my first 3-hour long Spanish class ended, I went up to the sixth floor again (hope to death that all those students disappear) and…well well well…nobody’s standing in the hallway! Hehehehe. I quickly walked towards the language library, searched for a suitable Spanish revision book and then unbelievably asked a Spanish lady in-charge of the course (and library)…

“Excuse me, I would like to RENT a book – ”

It was too late when I realized my STUPID ENGLISH mistake and before I can correct myself, the lady’s eyes flew wide open, followed by a loud gasp, gave me a friendly pat on my shoulder and chuckled, “Oh!! RENT a book? It’s – ”

“BORROW. Yes, I mean, BORROW a book. Sorry, sorry!” I cut her off before she could finish her sentence.

<* At that very moment, Perrinator’s Xtreme-Embarrass-O-Meter shot straight up and broke the gauge’s limit with a loud PLING-PLANG-BAANNNGGG-KABOOOOMMMM *>

MIERDA!!!!!

What was I thinking??!!!!! Goodness, I can’t imagine what will happen to my “England” when I am into Spanish Lesson 4 or 5 onwards…LOL! Okay, time for me to do some revision before I forget all the rules and pronunciations. Buenas noches, everyone!

Besides last week’s earlier celebration, I’ve another round of celebration with two of my dear old friends and another one, unexpectedly, with new friends at work. Here goes round two…ting ting! Since I am the most flexible in terms of working hours among the two of them, I’ve decided to drive all the way to PJ and meet them after work. Both of them work in PJ anyway, so it’ll be easier for them to travel to nearby restaurant/café without having to rush to the mad traffic city centre where my base at.

They recommended a restaurant called Fullhouse at this uhm, place called err…not sure about the official name but in Cantonese, it’s called Ngau Ceh Sui. I think it’s a Korean / Chinese / Western restaurant! LOL! Well, they do serve western and Asian food, and they even sell Korean clothes and accessories on the second floor.

After chatting and devouring the dinner for more than an hour, I thought they asked for the bill because they said “How come it took them so long?” Well, no wonder it took that ‘long’ because…what arrived wasn’t a bill but a piece of sinful yet delightful yummy-licous chocolate cake with a candle on top of it. Awww…thanks a lot, chicas!

And here goes round three! Ting! Ting! On my actual birth date, well…it’s kinda complicated to explain, but I’ll put it in simple words…at work, we are like, client-vendor with me being the vendor and they are the clients. But off work, we are…amigas! LOL! I don’t exactly have my own colleagues because one, I don’t work at my own office, and two, I usually work at the partner’s site or client’s site. So, it’s like, these project partners and clients are my ‘colleagues’.

We went for a movie after work and watched Monsters Vs Alien. It wasn’t that good, but it wasn’t that bad either. I’d say…so-so la. So, after the show, we were looking for a place to dine and I suggested food court! To their horror, and to my surprise, they said how could I celebrate my birthday at a food court? It should be at some better place. Well, I insisted on food court coz’ I didn’t want them to spend so much on me. One of them suggested that we go to Chilis but I beg them not to coz’ one, it’s expensive and two, I don’t want to be made to stand on the table, holding a tomato sauce bottle as a mike, making a speech in front of a crowd!

Thank God, the place was packed with people and there was a pretty long queue. In the end, they decided to go to Secret Recipe and I heaved a sigh of relief. Hehehehe. And yes, they bought me very unique gifts – a Monster Cookie balloon and a letter P decoration item. One of a kind! LOL!

Well, once again, to all my dear friends, thank you so so so much for the celebration, the gifts and yes, the phone calls and text messages! View the rest of the photos at my Facebook account. Adios!

Our birthdays are only two days apart, so, as we always do every other year (since the year…uhmm…2006?), we celebrated our birthdays together and this year’s venue was at California Pizza, KLCC. We were supposed to celebrate at Luna Bar, but thanks to the blardee haze, it will be meaningless (and harmful!) for us to party the night away at an open bar, inhaling all those hazy air plus, the toxic air from smokers at the same time.

Although it’s a weekend and every waiter and waitress were extremely busy, but it was really unfair to us that we had to wait almost an hour for the food to arrive! We were pretty upset that the family sitting next to us (who arrived like half an hour later than us) had their food served before us! Oh well, I guess all were forgiven when we received two complimentary desserts, two discount vouchers and a what? 10% discount off the total bill?

Handbag is this year’s birthday gifts theme for the five of us, so, Yuen Ling and I both got our handbags! Yay!

Me & the beautiful mother of my godchildren!

Now…there is this one particular picture that I gotta say…is EXTREMELY…uhh… EXTREMELY 18-SG rated?? LOL!! I’ll let you be the judge of that! It’s totally random, thanks to the Ah Mat Chai who caught this picture at an untimely manner…

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You seriously have to start imagining the theme song from the American Psycho movie, playing in your head for a better effect…
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And to end this post? Here’s the short video of us having a blast at the restaurant. Have a great weekend everybody!

I couldn’t wait for the nationwide Mega Sales to begin (I thought it’s gonna be in May but there’s no sign of it!) and I’m sort of desperate to buy some new clothes, especially office-wear. So, since one of my long-time buddies live nearby, I asked her to tag along with me to the nearest shopping mall and see what kind of cheap deals we can get.

By the time she arrived home after work, I picked her up and we arrived at the mall almost 8.30pm. We quickly grabbed a bite, bought some of her materials for her hobby and then rushed towards our targeted clothing shops. I managed to buy three office clothes from three different shops within an hour. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? LOL! But it’s surely not good for my pocket!

On top of that, we bought ourselves a cup of large Extreme Mocha Ice-Blended from San Francisco Coffee shop (because there’s a buy-one-free-one promotion) and I simply couldn’t resist it! After all, I’ve been ‘puasa-ing’ this pricey coffee for months in my attempt to save more money for my trip to…somewhere. Heck, I even cut off fine dining activities for months already! And yes, it does make a difference!

Now that my blood is highly caffeine-contaminated, I think I could stay up till three or four in the morning! Mierda!! Hmm…I’ll think I’ll try reading one of my novels that I have bought since year 2006! Buenas noches, everyone!

This is not a good thing.

Whatever that made me smile a couple a weeks back is beginning to diminish…

I did not smile in the car when the radio announcers crack up a few jokes over the radio.

I did not smile when I think of something funny.

I did not smile when I greet people. Wait, maybe I did manage a weak, forceful smile.

What exactly did happen? I probably know, but then again, I am not sure.

This is REALLY NOT good.

Mierda!!!