booyah!
i didn't get to donate blood today!
cause they couldn't find my blood vessel.
my lousy lousy hands
i am so weak.
hummph.
ohh wells.
at least i sort of tried.
ohhhh.
a very funny thing happen just now.
jolyn and i were supposed to go downstairs to wait
for my aunt and uncle to collect CNY stuff.
and we were debating who should carry it up
(yes, i know. we're super lazy)
on our way down the stairs.
me: you carry okay!
jolyn: you carry! you older ehh. you know what is "孔 荣 让利"?
me: so?
jolyn: so i 让 you carry what. you are 利 what.
me: ...
[for those who don't understand: there was this story, more like a moral story thingy. it's a long story, but i'll just cut it short. there was this little boy 孔 荣 who sacrificed his big pear (利) and gave it to his older brother.]
which then i said, after the 5 seconds of utter shock,
"the older brother is not 利. 利 is the pear."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
we laughed all the rest of the way down can.
the neighbours must have thought we were mad.
but it was super super funny.
sheeeesh.
and i thought my chinese was lousy.
hahahas.
so now, as a joke, i call her 孔 荣
and call myself 利. Stones taught me to flyLove taught me to lieLife taught me to dieSo it's not hard to fallWhen you float like a cannonballLabels: moral of story: don't use chim chinese lest you malu yourself (=
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