Rumbly In My Tumbly
"Rumbly in my tumbly" Je said. "...???..." puzzled me. That basically means ure hungry or u wanna go poo poo...depends which direction you're going forward.
For Je...its hungry most of the time.
I thought to myself..hey...that's cool..something new to say.."Rumbly in my tumbly.." but where the hell she get that from?...and so it goes...
I never really bother to find out where she got it from or maybe she made it up herself? But why "Rumbly" and "Tumbly" ??...Just to make it rhyme maybe...It makes me wonder for like 5 minutes before i started to.."aahhh...fuck it..".." just follow the leader.."
All of the housemates including myself and Merve and #3...( .....sienzzz...) started to talk like Je..."Rumbly in my tumbly"..."Rumbly in my tumbly"...."Rumbly in my tumbly"...its like a fucking disease...and outbreak...stuck in our brain...no one can't stop saying it whenever they are hungry or wants to go poop...but it was fun and stupid at the same time cuz i do not know the TRUE meaning of it or at least where it come from..
The Fridge: A refrigerator (often shortened to fridge) or freezer is an electric appliance that uses refrigeration to help preserve food. A domestic refrigerator is present in 99.5% of American homes. It works using phase change heat pumps operating in a refrigeration cycle. An industrial refrigerator or industrial freezer is simply a refrigerator used in an industrial setting, usually in a restaurant or supermarket.
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just google "fridge"...
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Anyway, our fridge is a normal size fridge with empty bottles of wine and beer and other assorted alcohol drinks being displayed on top of it. Just to show off to our guest how well we can drink.
Housemate No1: 1 bottle of beer (any brand which consist of 3.5% of alcohol)
Side effect: Will stand on any high platform (like a table) and start shaking her booty to the McDonalds' Commercial song.." We do RON RON RON..we do RON RON.." and accepts any challenge or dares, for example, the "lick ur own toe" dare,
Housemate No 2: 6 bottle of beer, 8 glass of wine, 5 shots of Tequila
Side effect: Start telling story of the history of her name "Jelita" and started telling people that "Jelita" was not her real name but "Kuntum" is her real name..
#3: no comment...ask her yourself at 1-800-tipsy-woof
Inside the fridge of coz there's food like bacon, green moldy donuts, sandwich hams, cheese, chocolate, water, McGaroo, wombat steak, koala ribs, a tigger mug (that's a huge motherfucker right there..) with 7-9 lipton label dangling on it, a homer simpson mug (so that's where my mug is all this time..."DON"), a loaf of bread from the past 2 weeks ( as hard as an erected nipple), some leftovers of yester-years cabonara, pizzas, chilli concan, deep-fried platipus (An Australian aquatic egg-laying mammal, Ornithorhynchus anatinus, having a soft pliable bill shaped like a duck's, webbed feet, and sleeky grey fur) and much more.
Outside the fridge is a typical one where there's some fridge magnet, some notes, some pictures, some bills, bla bla bla...
On a Saturday morning, pretty much nothing do, but if there's football (not footie, but soccer..Arsenal, T.Hotspurs, Wigan bla bla bla) i will be at the field early morning..
Woke up earlier than other Housemates. It was rather unsual for me to wake up so early where normally i will be the one to wake up at noon (Saturday is the only day i can wake up late..the rest of the days i have to wake up early..yes..even sunday for church).
Since i was the first one to wake up and not wanting to wake the others just yet (how considerate...sigh..), i did not prepare my breakie just yet. The cooking sound and smell and noise of pots and pans clanging might wake the others. So just make myself a cup of hot tea and went outside the house for a smoke. Enjoying the cool morning breeze and the morning sunshine with a hot cup of tea and a fag is nothing but a big pleasure...
Clad only with my boxer (a homer simpson boxer, electric striking blue in color with the face of homer and words of "Never Fear..the DUFF is here" imprinted on it), showing partial of my "crack" with Juls limited edition "TAT SENG" sandals, topless, exposing my flesh and hard nipple (yes..its cold but i can bare it...i love winter..), un-comb hair, have not shave, have not brush my teeth...what a sight.
Smile and a morning wish "g'morning...how's it going" to the neighbour that is walking pass me.
"g'morning.."..*hurried away....*
"what??....what??.....bloody rude bitch..."
Smoke's done, tea's done, getting colder and i can feel my nipples is peeling off, have no choice but to head back into the house. Brush my teeth, shave and change to some decent clothes before Housemate No 1 and 2 wake up to a sight of horror that will most probably haunt them for the rest of the semester.
head to the kitchen again to prepare my formal breakie eventhough the rest of them are still sleeping soundly. Fuck it...hell i care with the noise i make in the kitchen..its almost 10.30 am anyway...
going thru the fridge for food and still end up with the same old shit - ham, bacon, scramble eggs, sausages and a toast bread and a cup of tea. While waiting for bread to get toasted, look around the bills and notes being posted on the fridge (as usual). Normal telephone bills, electric bills, a note which says "Je...its time to wash the panty that we have shared for 3 months - #3, 6th June 2002". Puzzled, not with the underwear sharing but with the date. Look at the calender and it was 27 August 2002. hmmmm...so how long has the note been there and are they still sharing the underwear? its almost a year old without washing...wow.
Look at other notes and another one which says "Juls...pls feel free to finish my left overs - the moldy donuts, please dun waste food, i had my share (1 piece of 12) already ok? #3, 19 April 2002. hmm...that explains the smell and the green donut in the fridge.
Look around summore to those pictures taken in uni with Juls and Je and other church members. Normal..nothing to shout about...and next to these pictures a huge fridge magnet that has been there since the first day (just that i did not notice) and was holding those pictures on the fridge.
A winnie the pooh fridge magnet. Je is the only one in tha house who loves winnie the pooh. I cannot remember how does it look like exactly but i can remember the written words on it..
"Rumbly in my Tumbly"
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"ohhhhh....so this is where the word "Rumbly in my Tumbly" Je has been spreading to us came from...".."blooody hell...i must tell Je and Juls when they wake up that i have found the origin of the infamous phrase "Rumbly in my Tumbly".
Breakfast done...clean the plates...smoke another fag...had my tea.
"morning mr chan...manyak awal hali nie" said Je
HA!..finally...she woke up..and from the other corner we can see Juls - as usual - dragging her ass and the bear with stich and patches all over it...roaming around the house aimlessly before settling herself in the kitchen...grabbing like 9-10 tea bags and looking for her mug.
I was exicted and proud and can't wait to share my findings.
Juls: eh...you guys see my mug ar..
Je: noleh..
Mr Chan: in the fridge..
Juls: izzit?...why ar?...*open the fridge and found her mug with yester-years left over teas in it..*...aww shit...forgot about my "kak yea" tea...*puts in the microwave to re-heat...along with the greenish moldy donuts..
Juls being Juls...doesn't like to waste food...so ppl...if cannot finish anything or you have some "forgotten" leftovers in the fridge from yester-years...pls pass it to Juls at 1-800-FEED-ME, the lines are always open.
While both Juls and Je is in the kitchen, i rush over to them and proudly declare my finding
Mr Chan: eh eh eh...FINALLY...i know where Je got that "Rumbly in my Tumbly" thing from..*smiling excitedly..*
Juls: .....???
Je: ...???
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Mr Chan: THERE..THERE...CAN SEE OR NOT? *pointing to the fridge magnet...*..see see...it says here "Rumbly in my Tumbly"...HA!!!...I GOT IT..!!!
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Juls: duhhhhhhhhhh.......
Je: duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............duhhhhhhhhhhhh.....*..just walk away..*
Trust me...that was the longest of "DUH's" that i've ever heard in my life...
Till next blog..
I'm Mr Chan signing off - ah Ju Ju...you dun understand..Ju Ju..
For Je...its hungry most of the time.
I thought to myself..hey...that's cool..something new to say.."Rumbly in my tumbly.." but where the hell she get that from?...and so it goes...
I never really bother to find out where she got it from or maybe she made it up herself? But why "Rumbly" and "Tumbly" ??...Just to make it rhyme maybe...It makes me wonder for like 5 minutes before i started to.."aahhh...fuck it..".." just follow the leader.."
All of the housemates including myself and Merve and #3...( .....sienzzz...) started to talk like Je..."Rumbly in my tumbly"..."Rumbly in my tumbly"...."Rumbly in my tumbly"...its like a fucking disease...and outbreak...stuck in our brain...no one can't stop saying it whenever they are hungry or wants to go poop...but it was fun and stupid at the same time cuz i do not know the TRUE meaning of it or at least where it come from..
The Fridge: A refrigerator (often shortened to fridge) or freezer is an electric appliance that uses refrigeration to help preserve food. A domestic refrigerator is present in 99.5% of American homes. It works using phase change heat pumps operating in a refrigeration cycle. An industrial refrigerator or industrial freezer is simply a refrigerator used in an industrial setting, usually in a restaurant or supermarket.
...
...
...
just google "fridge"...
...
Anyway, our fridge is a normal size fridge with empty bottles of wine and beer and other assorted alcohol drinks being displayed on top of it. Just to show off to our guest how well we can drink.
Housemate No1: 1 bottle of beer (any brand which consist of 3.5% of alcohol)
Side effect: Will stand on any high platform (like a table) and start shaking her booty to the McDonalds' Commercial song.." We do RON RON RON..we do RON RON.." and accepts any challenge or dares, for example, the "lick ur own toe" dare,
Housemate No 2: 6 bottle of beer, 8 glass of wine, 5 shots of Tequila
Side effect: Start telling story of the history of her name "Jelita" and started telling people that "Jelita" was not her real name but "Kuntum" is her real name..
#3: no comment...ask her yourself at 1-800-tipsy-woof
Inside the fridge of coz there's food like bacon, green moldy donuts, sandwich hams, cheese, chocolate, water, McGaroo, wombat steak, koala ribs, a tigger mug (that's a huge motherfucker right there..) with 7-9 lipton label dangling on it, a homer simpson mug (so that's where my mug is all this time..."DON"), a loaf of bread from the past 2 weeks ( as hard as an erected nipple), some leftovers of yester-years cabonara, pizzas, chilli concan, deep-fried platipus (An Australian aquatic egg-laying mammal, Ornithorhynchus anatinus, having a soft pliable bill shaped like a duck's, webbed feet, and sleeky grey fur) and much more.
Outside the fridge is a typical one where there's some fridge magnet, some notes, some pictures, some bills, bla bla bla...
On a Saturday morning, pretty much nothing do, but if there's football (not footie, but soccer..Arsenal, T.Hotspurs, Wigan bla bla bla) i will be at the field early morning..
Woke up earlier than other Housemates. It was rather unsual for me to wake up so early where normally i will be the one to wake up at noon (Saturday is the only day i can wake up late..the rest of the days i have to wake up early..yes..even sunday for church).
Since i was the first one to wake up and not wanting to wake the others just yet (how considerate...sigh..), i did not prepare my breakie just yet. The cooking sound and smell and noise of pots and pans clanging might wake the others. So just make myself a cup of hot tea and went outside the house for a smoke. Enjoying the cool morning breeze and the morning sunshine with a hot cup of tea and a fag is nothing but a big pleasure...
Clad only with my boxer (a homer simpson boxer, electric striking blue in color with the face of homer and words of "Never Fear..the DUFF is here" imprinted on it), showing partial of my "crack" with Juls limited edition "TAT SENG" sandals, topless, exposing my flesh and hard nipple (yes..its cold but i can bare it...i love winter..), un-comb hair, have not shave, have not brush my teeth...what a sight.
Smile and a morning wish "g'morning...how's it going" to the neighbour that is walking pass me.
"g'morning.."..*hurried away....*
"what??....what??.....bloody rude bitch..."
Smoke's done, tea's done, getting colder and i can feel my nipples is peeling off, have no choice but to head back into the house. Brush my teeth, shave and change to some decent clothes before Housemate No 1 and 2 wake up to a sight of horror that will most probably haunt them for the rest of the semester.
head to the kitchen again to prepare my formal breakie eventhough the rest of them are still sleeping soundly. Fuck it...hell i care with the noise i make in the kitchen..its almost 10.30 am anyway...
going thru the fridge for food and still end up with the same old shit - ham, bacon, scramble eggs, sausages and a toast bread and a cup of tea. While waiting for bread to get toasted, look around the bills and notes being posted on the fridge (as usual). Normal telephone bills, electric bills, a note which says "Je...its time to wash the panty that we have shared for 3 months - #3, 6th June 2002". Puzzled, not with the underwear sharing but with the date. Look at the calender and it was 27 August 2002. hmmmm...so how long has the note been there and are they still sharing the underwear? its almost a year old without washing...wow.
Look at other notes and another one which says "Juls...pls feel free to finish my left overs - the moldy donuts, please dun waste food, i had my share (1 piece of 12) already ok? #3, 19 April 2002. hmm...that explains the smell and the green donut in the fridge.
Look around summore to those pictures taken in uni with Juls and Je and other church members. Normal..nothing to shout about...and next to these pictures a huge fridge magnet that has been there since the first day (just that i did not notice) and was holding those pictures on the fridge.
A winnie the pooh fridge magnet. Je is the only one in tha house who loves winnie the pooh. I cannot remember how does it look like exactly but i can remember the written words on it..
"Rumbly in my Tumbly"
...
...
...
"ohhhhh....so this is where the word "Rumbly in my Tumbly" Je has been spreading to us came from...".."blooody hell...i must tell Je and Juls when they wake up that i have found the origin of the infamous phrase "Rumbly in my Tumbly".
Breakfast done...clean the plates...smoke another fag...had my tea.
"morning mr chan...manyak awal hali nie" said Je
HA!..finally...she woke up..and from the other corner we can see Juls - as usual - dragging her ass and the bear with stich and patches all over it...roaming around the house aimlessly before settling herself in the kitchen...grabbing like 9-10 tea bags and looking for her mug.
I was exicted and proud and can't wait to share my findings.
Juls: eh...you guys see my mug ar..
Je: noleh..
Mr Chan: in the fridge..
Juls: izzit?...why ar?...*open the fridge and found her mug with yester-years left over teas in it..*...aww shit...forgot about my "kak yea" tea...*puts in the microwave to re-heat...along with the greenish moldy donuts..
Juls being Juls...doesn't like to waste food...so ppl...if cannot finish anything or you have some "forgotten" leftovers in the fridge from yester-years...pls pass it to Juls at 1-800-FEED-ME, the lines are always open.
While both Juls and Je is in the kitchen, i rush over to them and proudly declare my finding
Mr Chan: eh eh eh...FINALLY...i know where Je got that "Rumbly in my Tumbly" thing from..*smiling excitedly..*
Juls: .....???
Je: ...???
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Mr Chan: THERE..THERE...CAN SEE OR NOT? *pointing to the fridge magnet...*..see see...it says here "Rumbly in my Tumbly"...HA!!!...I GOT IT..!!!
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Juls: duhhhhhhhhhh.......
Je: duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............duhhhhhhhhhhhh.....*..just walk away..*
Trust me...that was the longest of "DUH's" that i've ever heard in my life...
Till next blog..
I'm Mr Chan signing off - ah Ju Ju...you dun understand..Ju Ju..
4 Comments:
first of all... i do not share underwear with anyone. secondly, u got ur dates wrong. it's not one yr la.. DUH!!! thirdly, how's homer doing (referring to your boxer shorts)
but i cant stop laughing from the start till the end.
sweet memories!! :)
Homer is doing fine..hahahaha...
who gives a damm about the dates and u expect me to know the specific date??..hahaha..sorry lar...
i have to write down my own birthdate somewhere too...
kekekeke...
Hahahaha.. sweet!
Damn good recollection u got man.
And yeah.. we miss ur boxers too..
You forgot to mention that your nipples are pink though..
Yes everybody.. Mr. Chan has got pink nipples. To catch a glimpse of his infamous nips, please call, 1-800-88-PINK
hahahhaa....actually...this is the original blog..
"...topless, exposing my flesh and hard pinkish nipple (yes..its cold but i can bare it...i love winter..),..."
then i think again...*backspace..backspace..backspace..*..removing the "pinkish"..ahahahhahahaha
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