2 posts tagged “tracy”
I miss Tracy lots. Tracy, whom many of you recall is my "wife", withdrew from Journalism in TAR College this semester after not achieving results good enough for her to graduate to second year. Her colorful and effervescent personality often does wonders to dull conversations.
Tracy, sometimes "wife of Amirul" - her words -, sometimes "mushroomgirl" - my words -, celebrated her 19th last Friday, which makes her bonafide old.
She's so old, you could put a dinosaur in a microwave oven, and Tracy would still be older.
... than the microwave oven. See? She's so old, you can't even understand the ludicrously stupid humor that fuels these jokes.
So, yeah: Tracy's birthday. Tracy is old. Blah blah blah. A large DJR1 contingent made their way to the Pavillion smack in the center of KL to celebrate her birthday. One name you have heard pretty much all the time - Amirul. Some names you have heard quite frequently - Tabby, Julia, Sarah. Some names occasionally - Tracy, Eason. Some names never - Chun How, Jeffrey, Ice. But we all went to Pavillion, regardless of how often we were blogged about in my blog.
Walking some distance to the Land of Fast-Foods Ahoy!, we noticed several prospective celebration-venues. A KFC. A Pizza Hut. And beguilingly, a hamburger place called Carl Jr., which promised monster-sized burgers. I am boiling in trepidation.
We went to Pizza Hut, though.
Here you go, Big-O-Vision: (but I have to use Small-O-Vision first, though) (Small-O-Vision is also called "thumbnails")
Here goes, with my patented Big-O-Vision. (God, I love saying that)
Ignore the fact that my arms look implausibly small, here I am breaking my long-forsworn vow to Never Eat Mushrooms. I didn't, though, though at one point Crazy Tracy put one in my mouth. I ran away and cried silently in the bathroom (...just joking). I didn't cry, really, just a sob or two over the loss of my innocence. Honest.
I am such a trendsetter. Now everybody wants a piece of the Mushroom. Julia actually successfully looks like she's biting it. She's creepy, she is.
I'm really surprised at how happy-chirpy the Mushroom-thing is. Tracy calls it "Doo Doo", but well, not all of us have the mental state of mind that Tracy has. The Mushroom-thing survives being bitten by a non-mushroom-eater, by an award-winning Chopper-and-Boiler, and now has a knife poised dangerously across its face. Does it even bat an eyelid? Not at all. That, ladies and gentlemen, is true courage.
Has anybody ever noticed this is Photo #413,560,072 where Julia and Tabby pose similarly like this? Has anybody? No? This photo guest stars my glasses.
Me, Tracy and Sarah. See that? My glasses? It's strange, really. It's like it moves of its own will, going from one person's face to another. Maybe it's just my imagination, but that's rather creepy.
Don't ask. Don't ever, ever, ever ask. Just... don't.
Happy duo Tracy and Eason, sometimes shortened in the manner of Brangelina into the wonderful-sounding Treason. I coined it myself. I'm such a genius. I'm going to call them Treason every day for the rest of my life. Or theirs.
(Just kidding! Heh! Heh! Tracy, if you're reading this... um, bye!)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRACY!
