A DUSTBIN FULL OF TISSUES

Sheets are washed.
Your perfume might still last a few more days, weeks even if i'm sparing.
I don't cry to sleep anymore.
I stopped tearing on the phone.
Emotional, but i'm pretty steady now.

Just when i think i'm getting a grip of myself,
You start to plunge.

I'm really sorry.

보고싶다, 울오빠.

AND THE WINNER IS....

School, oh school.

It's just so crazy at times. We're either too high too speak or too emo to talk. But i love it that way, and today was one of those days where we had nothing better to do than to cam-whore during classes and talk about nonsense. It'e funny how these people find the weirdest/oddest/most random/unimaginative ( is that a word? ) topics to talk about and still

keep it lively. It always is.

Random-nessss, i love it. So, a little tribute to those rando-my-mers.

" Nazri, if there was any other language you could pick up, what would it be? "

" The Horny Language,," *makes horny expression

" How? "

" Before i go to bed, i play with my wives hair and twirl it about my finger while saying ' spaghetti, hmm, spaghetti, " *laughs.

ahhh, the language of seduction :)
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" Wei Kien, what if you get a handful of mosquitoes and fry them? "

" They'll be crispy "

" But what's the use, they're only filled with blood,"

" Urm, source of haemoglobin?" *takes out the science book, starts teaching me about blood and

all the shit the science book has to offer.

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There was once when Ben was drinking coke in class and Mei Yen, very very oblivious, approached him.

She makes the most innocent of faces.

" Want mentos, ah? "

*everyone laughs

She's so cute at times :)

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Ahhhh, we are just so lame.

And again out of randomness, i conducted an experiment. For you anti-TIC TACS out there, this might change your point of view.

The Chipmunk.

The Ronaldo.

The Snow White.

Don't they just make tictacs look so good?

Go grab one right now and enjoy it as mych as they do :)

I can't really decide, theyre all oh so beautiful. I guess the tictacs deserve it.

Another crazy day ahead tomorrow and i must say, i'm always ready for it. Till tomorrow, ME.

HAPPINESS IN A GREEN SKIRT

My house is a mess.

I don't know where to start. I wonder what the maid does, she doesn't want to clean. But then again, i don't blame her. I don't think anyone would have the courtesy to clean my house anytime soon. I even found my bottle of ketchup in the bathroom today and i was feeling generous enough to put it back in the fridge. What was it doing there?

I hate cleaning. Especially those that involve throwing things away. We're slowly beginning to pack our things. Clothes, valuables ( though my mum calls it rubbish regardless the expense ), my music cd-s ( i'd rather die than to lose them ) and books. And hell yeah, cleaning and Packing at the same time is just not my thing. I was told, in fact obligated, to clean my closet today. ( seriously, what does the maid do? ) It's hard to imagine how much clothes i have and still manage the sentence, " I have nothing to wear.." whenever i go out. My mum got busy, she just threw away one after the other. All i did was scream beside her, " But that one's..." / " I think i can still fit...."/ etc etc. It's not like she'd listen to me. I think i have the most number of uniforms if compared to any of my friends. Green skirts, those are the only ones my mum's so reluctant to chuck down the bin.

Which reminds me of the smelliest bugger i ever met. He's currently balding and has got a pot belly. The biggest ' creature ' i've met so far, Wei Kien. Though i call him ' wei wei ' to make him sound more gay. He's imperfectly perfect. *cheeeeesy.

I asked him a few days ago if he needed anything. I offered text books, even shoes ( he didn't exactly say no ), and my school bag. I won't be needing them anymore anyway.
He said he wasn't interested.

" Is there anything you want, bitch? "

" Yup, your skirt "

Sick, sick bastard ;p

I think i'm right. I was right all this time. He is gay. And i love him more for that. Laughs :) I miss everyone. I'm actually glad it's Monday tomorrow. That's very very very extra extra rare on my calendar. I shall get back to Ben the pig, screaming " Swine flu!!! " if he happens to sneeze again.

My house seems so silent now. I should be dancing in my bathroom listening to Michael Jackson. I guess not today. I'll get back to that tomorrow. Today, i fell in love. Its got light russet eyes. Most people might mistaken it for light green if seen under a different shade of light. It's so cute and i just couldn't let go of it. I never had so much intention to buy a pup before. I think it likes me too, it didn't seem like it disliked me anyway. It's currently two months and i'm genuinely curious why no one's bought it yet.

This is a glimpse of me practically melting ; )

Isn't it just so handsome?

Gah, i swear to god, i'm gonna be back at that pet store and bring the bugger home with me even if it means hiding it under my dress. Tee Hee.

Before i stop, i want to wish my wife the biggest Happy Birthday i've given anyone. Lee Ka Hay, i love you, bitch. You're finally sixteen and i am as excited as you are to get your driving license when you're in canada. I shall visit you at least twice a year when i move, i hope.

HAPPY 16TH, I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU,

Your wife, Ji Hee.

P.S, Don't do anything stupid till you're 18! Don't get too lusty looking at Zac Efron either :)

THE CHILD THAT DERIVED FROM BEANEATH THE BRIDGE.

My nose is just so different.

It's just different. Very different. Yup, youre right! It's different.

Laughs, it's a subject that's just inevitable. It seems to arise everytime my dad comes to visit. And so, this reminds me. I remember how everyone used to say i was picked up from under a bridge in some village just because i had the ugliest nose in the family household. My smug smug smug brother used to remind me all the time. I looked like neither one of my parents, more like my grandmother. Well, at least that's where i got my nose from. Why am i even talking about nose-s? It's like my second post and i'm already running out of stuff to babble about.

Well, i noticed something today. Went out to drink with dad, and trust me, The Ha's + Alcolhol = A family of CARROTS. We just turn bright red! It's genetic i guess. And i noticed we share the most disgusting of habits. It just so happens we drag our spoons when we cook porridge, Something i believe you, by reading this, won't get a hint of what i'm trying to say. Yeah, we drag spoons. Hmmph, i guess you just can't fake relashionships that involves blood. Family, family.

Now, this is me when i turn into a carrot myself : )

I've been pretty busy these days, even skipped school 3 days straight just to stay home and keep my dad company. Well, maybe that's an excuse.

I need sleep. I'm tired and i'm sleep deprived. And i thought i'd use this time to bond with him. All we do is pull on strings with picks and sing songs from the 14th century. Laughs. Then we'll grow tired,voiceless and later we pass out on the couch. It's so unfair, he always gets the comfy section. Things i'll do to be a daughter who lives up to parents' expectations. I don't think i'm that bad, am i?

This is what i/we have been doing for the whole week. It pretty much involves the same thing. Tee Hee.

Guitar Shopping.

We tried this too : )

Went to shop for a new crib for my soon-to-be pet.

It's already Sunday, i have exactly 5 days of school left, from what i know. Let's just hope i make the most of it, even if it involves buckets of ice-cream and a dozen boxes of chocolates, tears or laughter. Those retards will always be retards, they'll never change. I find comfort in that, for real. Ben shall always be the pig, Sara shall always be the black-est one, there won't be a prettier Snow White than Nazri, Muthu shall always be the outer biscuits of oreos, Mimie shall always sizzle and Hairol shall keep singing " I wanna hold your haaAAaaaAAAAAaaand....,"

I'm currently addicted to, 2cm - Rie Fu. She's jap and she's got a voice i'd die to have. I'm literally falling asleep now, had a sickening long day. Maybe i'll give the song another listen. Nah, maybe twice ;p

I shall be back when my conciousness is a little less wavering. Till then, just ME.

I KEEP THE WINDOWS CLOSED, FOR A REASON

I got a new room. It's new to me, at least.

He left. It's so empty now, it's cold and vacant.

I miss my brother, i didn't even get to say my goodbyes as how i'd pictured it. I wished i was brave enough to say i loved him and how proud i was to be his little sister. His books still remain, his computer's still here and even his smell lingers in his room. He left his perfumes and i spray it to sleep every night. I read his notes and laugh by myself. Everything that belonged to him is still here, just not him.

I came back from school today and the first thing i did as i entered my house was scream at my maid. I don't know why, but nothing got me more aggravated than what she'd done. It's not her fault but i'm pretty sure i told, or warned, her not to leave them open nor open them at all. She left the widows open. She freaking left the windows open.

I think i'm nuts. Im going to the extent of spraying his perfume everyday and lighting a cigarette in his room just to give it the stench he carried around with him. I miss how he'd criticize about my overloaded ass, of how bad i smelled and how ugly i seemed to him. I miss how i used to catch him watching porn in his room and how i'd threatened him i'd tell mum if he didn't get me whatever i wanted. I miss playing scrabble with him. I miss going out late at night to binge on greasy chinese food. I even miss all of his deafening friends. I miss everything about him.

It's been exactly 7 days now, since it's 2.30 in the morning. I wish i could call him now, just to tell him how ugly he is to me. Just to tell him how colossal his ass is compared to mine. It's now 683 days and still counting. He'll come back right?

I'll pause here for now, tuck myself into bed and sniff his pillow again.

Till my next post, Ji Hee.

P.S, I'm desperately mourning over the death of Michael Jackson. You Should Too.