One of the Steph ways to heaven

So, Steph Song finally calls after we’ve been play­ing phone tag for the past cou­pla days. I’m not sure who called who first, but I remem­ber being asked to call back later because she was tend­ing to her gar­den. She says she wishes to have me over for cof­fee, and berates me for not reply­ing her SMSs. I said I replied. She says, Hmmm what’s wrong with my phone? I sez is it Starhub? She sez yes. I sez ask your boyfriend to stop mak­ing ads for them then.

I am dis­tracted from fur­ther con­ver­sa­tion by an expand­ing exchange on MSN Mes­sen­ger. I sez OK cof­fee wonu­vzeez­days.

I eat a whole box of Mushi Mushi Mochi Frozen Yogurt Ice Cream (6 mochis in a box) and feel sick after­ward. I watch “My Sassy Girl” on Chan­nel U and get fed up with the squeaky Man­darin voices dub­bing my chagiya’s voice. Why do all Man­darin dub­bing artists have squeaky voices?