where’s mr b?

June 18, 2009 at 2:05 pm (afs, coversations, hedgehog)

nothing remotely exciting has happened today, but i’m in a very bloggy mood. so, i thought i’d share some of the hilarious stories the exchange students told me the other day. i swear, exchange students have the best stories.

maarten, from belgium, was telling me how for thaipusam, mr and mrs b took all the exchange students to batu caves. the group was made up of like 6 boys, 6 easily excitable boys, who upon arrival at batu caves, proceeded to get lost. 3 hours later, mr b finally managed to find all of them, and there was this general feeling or relief in the air…until he realised he’d lost his wife in the process. so, for the next hour, him and the exchange students looked for her, and found her somewhere looking at something pretty. they made her wear a spongebob balloon tied to her wrist for the rest of the trip so they wouldn’t lose her.
i find the mental image of this respectable woman parading around batu caves with a balloon, a spongebob balloon, too funny. i broke a rib laughing at this, and now it’s a established joke.
‘where’s mr b?’
‘looking for his wife maybe.’ *cue innocent grin*

and then there was my car convo with bourdoain from france.
‘i have a pet hedgehog!’
‘…why? they’re so useless. i’m always stepping on them in my garden, and then i get angry and throw them away.’
‘WHAT? but they’re cute!’
‘i saw one really cute one once, and then i noticed it was covered in some red stuff. it was blood. the hedgehog was eating a snake. i was like wtf, not cute anymore.’
‘…but toma’s different!’
‘sure. of course.’

rubbishy french boy who has garden hedgehogs.

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hungry hedgehog

June 15, 2009 at 2:45 pm (afs, hedgehog, holidays, music)

when i left my house at 6.45 this morning, tomates was munching on his crackers, which is fine. i mean, hedgehog’s gotta eat, ya know? i came home at 6.15 in the evening to find him…munching on the last cracker. the last cracker in a bowl i filled up last night. he devoured an entire bowl of hedgehog food in roughly 24 hours. i don’t know if that’s healthy. maybe hedgehogs are like goldfish in the sense that they lack memory power, and therefore as long as there is food, there exists the compulsion to stuff it down their throat.
or maybe he’s just greedy.

today at afs interviews, dina, qistina and i were talking about placebo, the band.
‘i saw placebo in chicago!’
‘no, really? i like them.’
‘waaaaaaaait. isn’t placebo a body part?’
*facepalm*
‘i think you’re thinking placenta.’
this is what conversation with dina is like 99% of the time.

interviews/interviewees were alright. nothing too exciting happened. best part of the day was when we got to talk about the us experience. i think i speak for all returnees when i say, there’s nothing like sharing your exchange experience with another exchange student. maybe it’s because, only when you’re an exchange student can you really understand the whole thing, the incessant need to share random memories, the appreciation of other people’s adventures. i do talk about my exchange with other friends, but i’m always sort of watching my words, because i don’t want to be the girl that’s rubbing it in your face that she had a six month adventure.
with exchange students, i can talk freely. i like that feeling.

afters, left to go to bangsar, where i parked and kurt drove us to midvalley. i like kurt. he made us each a sandwhich. we brought him krispy kremes in exchange though.

the white tie affair is almost completely downloaded. i’m so addicted to their music at the moment.

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