today is not a Type Like A Normal Person Day. instead today is a letsnotcapitaliseproperlywoots day! so DEAL WITH ITTT :D
ANYWAY! my dad did something very cute a couple days ago and counted all my immediate relatives on his side for me. IT'S DAMN AWESOME OKAY it's like the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me 'cept he's my daddy so it's normal! (: he called my aunts and stuff and asked, hah.
so i've got 91 relatives on his side, him and ney included. it's really cool but ney's parents aren't counted and YES ney is my direct relative, 'cause she's marrying my dad? and 91 is omfg a lot because i've only met about 11 of them, but it's nice to have a big family like that. i've got haha (and this is really really cool) 9 immediate relatives on my mom's side (i'm not included but everyone else is), because my grandparents didn't remarry 29358259684 times and/or have many grown-up children with kids and they only have 3 kids, go figure. my family is so complicated! so i've got exactly 100 immediate relatives OMG ISN'T THAT DAMN AWESOMELY KYOOOOLLL OMFFGGFGGFGZZXXZ. !!! so there are 101 people in my immediate family (i'm counted okay) and we can be DALMATIANS NOW xD OMG. AWESOMENESSS.
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and ney has what, 200 relatives? all of whom are going to The Wedding :D so i've got 300 relatives.
FREAKY. BUT REALLY FUNNNNN OMG AND HAPPY AND KOOLZX.
ANYWAY!
christmas is coming soon! i'm so cool okay breadmaker ftw and blender ftw more :D i also have some kind of a mixer thing at home i never realized. all this shit, and NO OVEN!? haha never mind.
I have this feeling that, during christmas, it's very sad to be a spoon. Or a fork. Or a less commonly used utensil. You will note that I'm now typing like a Normal Person, yay! :D What less-commonly-used-utensils-particularly-during-christmastime- are there! Like, I don't know, a bread knife? A dessert fork? A fish fork? A, uhh;
OH OH I KNOW! I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW. A MEAT CLEAVER. NOBODY USES MEAT CLEAVERS!!!! Which is sad, because the poor meat cleavers would be all abandoned, and lying in their freezing meat-cleaver-y corners during the festival while all the other dumb skanky forks and spoons get used and put in mouths. Isn't that so sad, boo. Which is to say, being a meat cleaver sucks, because you don't get sucked.
Yesterday the lady who lives downstairs came Upstairs to talk about fixing our floor/her ceiling because our water leaks into their house. Go figure, heh? She rang the doorbell, my mother opened the door and almost instantly she went all, HELLOHOWWASYOURHOLIDAYAREYOUHAVINGAGOODDAYIWASINTHAILANDYOUKNOWGOTSTRIKEOKAY! Following which my mother closed the door on her and went to get the key without replying her. She did that thing all over again after she came in and it was very disturbing. Was using the blender yesterday, as well, and it couldn't drown out her talking. Frightening zomgosh bullet train lady!
Nanyang has a very upsettingly sucky uniform. I mean it's nice, but only from certain angles, and therefore all Nanyang girls have fat arms and raising our arms (HAHA LANTERNS) becomes like a health hazard. It should be some kind of a stereotype, just like sleeve-folding is a RGS thing hahaha, and apparently typing in caps is an SNGS thing :D Hwach, nosepicking; RI, uhh, BISHAN!? NOBODY ELSE HAS UNIFORMS WITHOUT SLEEVES. BLURHZXXG!!H
I WANT MY BREAD TO BE READY, NOW.
