Down The Rabbit Hole

Significant Other: *whistles some tune while driving*
Me: *frantically pressing the CD player’s mute button* It-it’s NOT WORKING!!
Significant Other: -__-

Ee Laine: my stomach really hurts
whiterabbit: ouch. something you ate?
Ee Laine: i dunno. it’s been days already and the pain’s on and off
whiterabbit: maybe you should go see the doctor?
Ee Laine: it’s too expensive
whiterabbit:
whiterabbit: don’t worry baybeh. i’ll be all the medicine you need
Ee Laine: ok now my stomach hurts even more now
whiterabbit: i’m sorry i just HAD to say that XD

The other day Significant Other expressed his frustration at how he just could not hit his sparring partner in his last Muay Thai class as he just couldn’t bring himself to hit a girl, which his classmates found very amusing. Listening sympathetically, I patted his head and told him reassuringly that don’t worry, one day he too can be a poster boy for domestic abuse.

Sadly he was not as amused as I was, but perhaps I had too much fun coming up with hilarious situations that would land him into trouble, such as this one:

If I took up Muay Thai with him and we sparred together in practice and I wound up with bruises, telling concerned people that we got into a fight and he hit me would be the absoulte, complete, uncensored truth XD

Significant Other: So we were talking about death at work today and some of my colleagues were talking about resurrection. I told them I don’t believe in any of that.
Me: What do you believe in, then?
Significant Other: That you only get one chance at life, and that’s it. *pause* That’s quite unfair, don’t you think?
Me: *rolls eyes* What would you prefer death to be like, then?
Significant Other: You know, like D&D, after you die you reroll another character.
Me: So when you get to the afterlife God shows you your character sheet and explains how you’ve done?
Significant Other: Yeah, then after that he rolls the dice to determine your next character’s stats.
Me: Maybe you get to roll your own dice. *pause* I guess it would suck to roll a 1.
Significant Other: Aiyah, I rolled a 1 on my Intelligence score!
Me: Hmm, maybe you get extra points if you were good? *pause* Can you imagine though, when you arrive in the afterlife and God shows you your character sheet, and you had a 1 on your Intelligence score…
Significant Other: No wonder I was so stupid?
Me: LOL.

Yesterday I went to a house party and found a lok-lok truck parked in the driveway. Apparently that was our food for the night

Some days after Chinese New Year, I commited the biggest sin of all.

I bought a pair of Crocs.

But wait!! Before you close your browser in shock and horror, I did not buy those holey (pun not intended?) shoes!

I got these, which are slightly better (or maybe I’m just in denial that I just bought a pair of Crocs).

You know what’s the worst thing about owning a pair of Crocs?

…………

They’re the most comfortable pair of shoes ever. There, I said it. I love my Crocs. PLEASE DON’T JUDGE ME.

“So, are you going to get anything cheesy inscribed on your wedding band?” Li San asks.

We were sitting at Burger King in One Utama, eating our dinner while mulling over what to get for our friend’s birthday.

“Hmm.” I took a bite off my burger, and let the question sink into my head. “Well,” I said after awhile, “I might get something inscribed on the band, but nothing cheesy.”

“Hmm.” She nodded thoughtfully. Then she asked, “Hey, what was the line inscribed on the One Ring in Lord of the Rings again?”

I shrugged. “One ring to rule them all… or something to that effect. Can’t really remember.”

“I guess some LOTR fans might get that inscribed on theirs,” she laughingly said.

“Maybe.” I thought about it for awhile. “Well, at least I’m not throwing a Star Wars themed wedding.”

She laughed again. “Princess Leia is obviously the bride right?”

“Duh. Hmm. Imagine if someone did throw a Star Wars themed wedding, and the bride was Princess Leia… wouldn’t it be sick if the groom was Luke Skywalker?”

“Ewwww!” Then after a moment she added, “Imagine if the groom was Darth Vader.”

“OK now THAT’s just so wrong on so many levels.”

“Oh wait!” A wide grin formed on her face. “What if the groom was… Princess Leia??!”

“… then he obviously has issues… and this is SO going on my blog.”

Significant Other: Hey, do you remember that story about the Langkawi princess?
Me: Langkawi princess?
Significant Other: Yeah, the one who was stabbed to death and then milk flowed out from her veins?
Me: What??! Milk??!
Significant Other: Err, wasn’t it milk?
Me: No, it was blood. It was just white to symbolize her innocence.
Significant Other: Oh. I thought maybe she had too many white blood cells or something.
Me: What??! White blood cells do not work that way!!! I can’t believe you just said that. Biology FAIL.
Significant Other: Hey, I didn’t study Biology, ok! I did Accounts! Or maybe if it had something to do with chemistry or something…
Me: Oh yeah? WELL IT DOES. CHEMISTRY FAIL!!!

At work today a colleague asked me what cooties were. I told him to look it up, so he typed it into the dictionary widget that comes with the Mac . Then he laughed. When I went over to find out why, he pointed to his screen, and I laughed.

Who knew that a word like that might have such origins?

A link from madhatter. I swear, I haven’t laughed so hard at a comic for…. months now, I think. The person responsible has made some hilarious Ace Attorney comics too, which I won’t post here because they are spoileriffic. Check them out on his/her LiveJournal here.