There you go, a typical love story between my two horny loving bears.. :D :D :D

I would like to properly credit the people who are involved in the above story:-

Bookmark Bears © Alex (a.k.a. Bear)

Peterick © Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump

Storyline & Editing © Pati (a.k.a. Panda)

Book © Dan Brown (but it really belongs to a friend of mine.. GASP IT'S BORROWED!!)

Now, I must really read at least half an article before I head of to the Land of Nod.. :)

I hope you guys enjoyed this incredibly *boring* exciting fan fiction of my most beloved gay pair in bandom EVER!! In fact, I only read Petericks. I dont even like Patrick with other people.. Although Patrick and Gabe can be a little tempting for me at times.. XD

Long live Peterick!! (I'm really sorry Ashlee, but I really do love the Peterick bandom so so SO much..)

Blogged with love for Peterick,

A pretty super huge little piece of hailstone!! Joselyn stole it for me. :) Ok, picked up for me.

Here's another picture..

So, here's the story.. We were sitting in this Japanese fast food place, and we were talking and stuff when one of my friends pointed at the clouds outside and said that, "Hey those clouds sure are moving fast!"

I looked and agreed. It was really cute, the way the clouds were flying away and stuff. :) AND SUDDENLY.

There's this plik-plak sound and hailstones were raining from the skies!!!!!!!!!!!

We were all so excited!! My friends and I ran out and started to scream! LOL, such n00bs right. But I've never seen hailstones before! GIVE ME A BREAK LA!

Whipping out our phones, I took some pictures and even recorded a video or two.. I initially wanted to upload it here, but no way you guys are gonna listen to my gallus cries.

You think we are mad, there were loads of people taking pictures and squealing too ok. WE ALL ARE N00BS!!!!

Ahhh, a beautiful blanket of hard little iced rocks..

After a while it began to rain. Like, really rain. Like super heavy rain. We were stuck there for hours, waiting for it to stop.. It didnt though. Then Joselyn's boyfriend brought her an umbrella, and I get to share it with her. Teeheehee, lucky little me.

Took this while I was inside the restaurant..

This made it to the news and all.. And it ruined a lot of things.. Ok, so maybe.. This whole incident is not as fun as we thought it was.. Although it was an eye-opener for us, I hope that the weather will behave itself eventually..

Sigh. As I'm typing right now, my sisters and their friend are frantically reading the news about the hailstorm. Loads of stuff are ruined, roofs smashed, roads flooded.. This is so, so bad..

:(

I really, really hope everything will turn out for the better soon..

Blogged with love and guilt (as I was so insanely excited at first, stupid as I am..),

YES, COMPLETE WITH A :D.

Ooooh, exciting not? Quick! I need to see you shuddering in anticipation!! Ok, I'm guessing I wont be winning any awards for being The Funniest Blogger Ever for 2010.. -,-

Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY!!!11!

I'll begin with.. 'How I Almost Bloody Missed My Flight'

After waving goodbye to my parents (with a heavy heart, mind you), I went to my boarding gate. I was thinking how the carpeting at the Penang International Airport couldnt be any uglier when my mum called me. She told me that the flight from KL to Penang (which was the plane where I was supposed to get on) was delayed. FREAKING DELAYED. True enough, a few minutes later they told us that our flight was delayed to 10.45pm. Walau, a lot of people were so pissed off. They had already rescheduled our flight to a later time and ON TOP OF THAT, delaying it again?! I was wondering if I would miss my connecting flight back to Melbourne when I made a few frantic calls to my mum and my friend at KL.

Of course, I finally made it to the LCCT. I thought, yeah there's still time. I definitely can make it. So with a *kee-ute™ smile, I skipped happily to the conveyer belt in time to see it not moving at all.

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There were 3 *useless* people actually LYING on the belt, talking and laughing while blasting music from their phones.

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We stood there for a good 15 minutes, my mum called me and told me to talk to someone about it. So I did. The woman didnt help much at first, and there were 2 other people complaining their heads off as well. She then took down our bag tag numbers and told us that our bags will be sent to us. And that we should hurry to the check-in counter first.

I called my friend, and she told met to hurry, as it was almost her turn. Hurry, hurry, HURRY!!

So I FLEW to the counter, with a shoulder bag weighing almost 8kg threatening to break my arm into two. When I got to my friend, I was panting and gasping for breath, and gave her mother a complete bad impression. What the hell. -,-

My friend was really nice, she even ordered, yes ORDERED, me to get her bottle from her bag before I choke to death. I hurriedly told her what happened, and she gave her sympathy by saying WALAU YOU SUPER BAD LUCK LA.

So when it was our turn, I told the lady what happened, and she was confused at first. Still, as she was helping me to process my ticket, the same lady whom I spoke to earlier came up with a tiny backpack and asked me if that was mine.

My bag is freaking huge piece of crap that weighs 20kg.

She pointed to a few bags behind her and asked if any of them were mine. Thank the God of Gods (Whoever that may be)!! I snatched mine up and SUCCESSFULLY checked myself in.

So that was Part I of my Hectic, Frantic, Frenetic and etc. etc. Day.

Now moving on to.. 'How I Almost Bloody Missed My Registration'

I arrived at my sisters' apartment, tired and annoyed and hungry. As I know it is crucial for me to unpack ASAP if not I wont be unpacking at all, I started to, well, unpack. Halfway through that, my friend's boyfriend texted me and reminded me to register myself before I can enroll myself tomorrow.

W-T-F.

I re-read the e-mail RMIT sent me and my blood went cold. Like, -10C. Lol. YA LA, IT'S FUNNY NOW, NOT THEN.

So apparently I need to register myself with my passport and my CoE (Confirmation of Enrollment) prior one day to the actual enrollment date. Which is tomorrow. So, it meant that I had to run all the way to the building on Bourke Street (which is around 15 minutes walk?) in order to do that.

I was tired, hungry, and I felt like crap. You would too if you had your ass stuck in the small seat on a freaking plane for 8 hours.

I gave my face a good wash, grabbed my documents, and flew like a mad chicken for the second time in the same day (I ran like a chicken at midnight while in the airport, so it is counted as today I suppose).

I got to where I was supposed to be and started to line up. I was complaining how long the queue was to my sister when a nice lady in green popped along and asked if anyone is registering themselves. Obviously I waved madly at her, and she proceeded to tell me that I WAS QUEUEING UP AT THE WRONG PLACE. I thanked her and ran to the correct place to find..

..THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE THERE WERE 5 FREAKING TIMES THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE IN THE PREVIOUS QUEUE. I think I died a little at that moment. Wait, I died a lot.

I floated around like a bodiless spirit for a bit before asking a pleasant looking girl where the queue starts. She, who was as confused as I am, motioned to the spot behind her and assumed that we were at the right place.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo after waiting in line for one and a half hours, the girl whom I talked to happen to become a little chatty all of a sudden. And it was lovely to talk to her! I felt quite amused at myself for being chatty myself. I mean, come on. Chatty is so not me. Ok, so I wasnt like super chatty, but we had a nice talk. And it made the waiting seem a little more bearable.

Pity she's not in the course I'm taking. :(

Of course, there's an end to everything. When it was FINALLY my turn, it took like less than 5 minutes to register myself. Hmm, that was easy enough.

I bid farewell to the nice girl (whom was still waiting for someone to get something, apparently), and walked wearily back. Then I thought I should treat myself to something good. So I picked up my favourite Honey Oolong Milk Tea (and one each for my sisters, SEE I LOVE THEM) and went home, happy and contented.

In addition to the two CAPTIVATING stories I had provided, today is yet another a record breaking moment for me. It's the first time ever I went through nearly 28 hours without a proper bath. Yay me. :D

As I sit on our furry pink carpet, my left foot asleep and numb, hark! I think I hear something telling me to stop while I still can. Lol, blogging, well, TYPING gets funner as you ramble on and on.

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