ichieRay.

Hehehehehe. Sounds more like an itchy little brother to me.

Actually, ichieRay is Japanese. And pig latin at the same time. Amazing... Trust me to find a way to do THAT!

A certain someone called me today. I wasn't home of course, I was chilling with Jared trying to make a pop-up card but got distracted and watched Father of the Pride with him instead. And ate his Dorritos. Since I helped him to smuggle them out, I guess I have rights. Chris helped us in the junk food consuming process while Emily, Carrera and Scott hung around the outside. I also walked on Carrera's back. Good clean fun. What do normal people do in college?

Shem came in after his play rehearsal (Cyrano goes from Thursday - Saturday be there!) his hair looking like a microwave accident. He shared with us the idea for his next movie: a cross between a mockumentary and a documentary about my culture. No, really. It's going to be about NERDS!

Jared cracked a joke and asked if Shem was planning to follow Scott around with a camera (ironic that the camera belongs to Scott). It was quite funny actually. We all got excited over Shem's news and pitched in ideas. It's Shem: we all want to be in his movie. Most of us in this social group are or once were nerds. Or geeks. So this is perfect. We have plenty ideas none of which are exaggerations. Blogger addicts. LAN parties on a Friday night being the highlight of our week. Instant messaging on laptops while SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER in silence. Playing chess online with someone else on campus. Shem said something about his Ninja Turtles. The list goes on but we all know the truth: NERDS RULE!

Crap. Now I'm craving a nerds rope.

Oh. I also intiated Jared into the Lesbian Thunder Dance tradition. Ok, so I added the lesbian part. It's been raining alot here lately and there has been thunder. There's a reason to celebrate for you, it really is a rare occasion. Once in the Summer when it thundered, Reed did a little dance for us in his excitement. It was really cute. Since then, I've been trying to keep up the tradition. Jared is now following in my wise footsteps. So yeah. I got to see him break Cardinal #2 a few times today. It was worth it though. He does a good jig. You should hang around him more when it rains hard.

After we killed some time between work and clocking out by standing on a table at the GCB (without breaking it!) to study the world map and learn about countries (at my suggestion), J-Bo walked me home.

As we walked past the back of his dorm and past his room, we saw that da kine had da kine on in his da kine. Uhm. Too vague? Basically when I see lights on through a specific set of windows on that side of the Hale, it means that a certain someone is home. That's a good thing because the odds of me NOT getting the voicemail when I call a certain number is much higher.

It turns out that I had missed a call. That's ok. More voice mail for me to save till I graduate or something (I save way too many messages. The oldest one goes back to nearly a year and a half ago.) It was da kine. As you can imagine, I wasted no time in dialing his number. It didn't ring before he picked up.

We talked for just a little bit. I guess he wasn't avoiding me after all. He really had to run. To the bathroom.

Yeah. Apparently it hit him halfway through the lesson.

AAAAAAA AAAAHA HAHAHAHHEHEHE HAHAHHOOO HAHAHAHOH AHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAAH AHOOHAAHHAH AHAHAHHA HAAAHAH AAAHAHA HAAAHOOHO HHAHHAHAA HAHAHEHEHE HEHHOOOH AAHAHAH HAHAHOOE HEHEHEHEH EAHAHAHA HAHHAAHAHah ahahahaha hahahahe hehheh hahahahaha haha... Hoooo boy. That's funny. What a relief.

No pun intended. Talk about potty humor.

Ok, OK! I'll stop!

He also said that I had a look on my face at FHE. The same one I had on Saturday night when I invited him to the beach after he had declined my company. I was talking to Jared but it was obvious that I was avoiding him. Grrrr. I WAS avoiding him. Wanted to give him his space but still be there. (Oh my GOSH I'm a walking paradox!) I was trying to be casual. Like an "Oh, hey, you're here too. But it doesn't matter because, look, I'm here with Jared. THAT'S why I'm here. Not because I think you're hot or anything... and it's ok if I don't talk to you."

Yeah. I'm a chronic liar. But it was awkward to have it pointed out. Geez. Thanks for blowing my cover!

Da kine asked me to please STOP IT. Heheh. YESSIR! Said it made him feel sad and made the circumstance extremely awkward, leaving him at a loss of what to do.

Why do I always swing on either end of the spectrum? I'm either clingly or trying to hard to ignore someone. EEeech.

We moved on to talk about succubus. I mean succubi. (LSOB, this one's for you). A good healthy topic. Hmmm...

Then my blog came up again. He had said that he wouldn't read it despite me telling him that I really didn't care either way. However, JD was reading it. And someone else "just so happened" to be there. This was JD's idea, I think. Boys. Gotta love their logic.

Then I was asked not to mention da kine on here anymore. It's just that my writing is too intense. Yeah. I know. But... but what will I blog about then? Who do I talk to about it?! Darn. Do I have to start a private blog just for that? How about I ask all y'all to stop reading this? Ok. Maybe not.

Gee. I have not mentioned his name once in this blog. That's a good start. I'll have to figure out what I am going to do. I did make a promise after all. What an idiot I am.

I guess not everyone can stand living a public life. Maybe he's just not made for fame. What's this compared to the paparazzi?!

Ok. I just had a brainwave! Here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to kill off Richie's character (yes, I mentioned the name on purpose) in my blog and then have him reincarnated as a "new crush" under a different name. Hmmm. I like the sound of that. What do you think?

What I need from you then, dear fans, are suggestions as to how he dies. Submit your entries in the form of a headline - or a whole news report... Go crazy!

Or I could also pull a "Law & Order", stage his death and put him under witness protection. Oooh. This is going to be fun!

Also, while I was on the phone tonight, da kine hinted of a surprise I was going to get. Look what I found in my e-mail:

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Payment Details:
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Total Amount: $1.02 USD
Currency: U.S. Dollars
Transaction ID: *****************
Quantity: 1
Item Title: Partial Scholarship for Faye
Item Number: 001
Buyer: Richard Kiyabu

J-Bo, I'm sorry, but you are no longer the highest donor to my cause. Anyone who wants to try to top that is more than welcome to

I couldn't help but be reminded of my tentative Halloween costume for this year.

My first idea was to be a "poor family planner" (or according to Reed, be Mormon) and be pregnant with young children. 1st problem, I don't know anyone with children of the right age who look like they could be mine. 2nd problem, who the heck would let me have their kids till 11pm Halloween?! 3rd problem, they wouldn't call me mommy anyway.

Fun idea though. With more planning, or the lack of it, I will be able to suceed in that in future Halloweens.

The idea I was thinking about though is being a mail-order bride. I'm Asian, I fit the role. Only thing we can't decide on is HOW to portray it. Mail-order brides don't look a certain way. And no. Phillipina isn't a costume.

Shem thinks all I need is a box. Like a parcel. I was thinking either trying to look like I was in a catalog (no idea how!), or maybe be a bride with a postage stamp on me. But Jared came up with the winner: a bride with a barcode and price tag.

Now I'm looking to borrow a wedding gown (or at least a nice white dress) I can fit. (Hey, it's easier than borrowing kids!) Anyway, if anyone can offer help or ideas in that department, it is more than welcome.

If I do get to be a mail-order bride though, on the tag will be the price: $1.02 (per hour?)

Hey that's a whole 3.876 Ringgit!