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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
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7:07 PM, OPEN UP, LET ME IN NOW
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I survived an hour and a half being alone today! I was locked out, and i didnt have the house keys with me. But my wit saved me. I crashed downstairs and chatted on the phone for the whole hour and a half. My saviour, Ruzee. Weeee, thanks for crapping with me while i waited. ILY! (: Irwan, wasnt home. haha. Or this thick face of mine would have called on him to allow me to crash at his place for a while. Just when i needed you eh Wan.... TSK. haha, no, okay. (: So other than talking on the phone on, you know, "Cushions and Sofas" (okay, you dont know), i let my keen eyes observe people. Its pretty awesome being alone actually. You just really notice alot more things going on around you. Little things. Like an ahpek checking out a nyonya. I'm not lying, i was aware of that happening. It left me feeling a little uneasy though. Like, even old people want their privacy. So i shifted to some other place. It was fun, like doing shifting cultivation. Shift here, shift there.. Okay, this dont quite make sense. Anyway, i'm starting to get sick of school. And i've only been two years into this thing. Maybe not even two years yet. Maybe a transfer would be nice. Like, how do i hold on to eating the same damn food every day in the canteen for another two years? Food here is cliched. Uh. And i hate today. I couldnt stay awake long enough to hear the ramblings about Hitler during History. To top things off, my phone just had to ring while the teacher was engrossed in talking about World War 2. What's awesome? I didnt actually silent it. What's better? The fans in class was tuned down two notches. So every single move you make can be heard clearly. And it didnt help that the class was incredibly quiet and intent in listening to the story of Hitler. Damn, i was lucky i got away. So I guess forgetting your keys (or losing them), is sometimes an awesome thing. You get to see old (young at heart if u want) people flirt with each other, feel the cool breeze of being locked out, invite stares as you sing into the phone to your crapper. Oh, and you get to step on puke too. (i almost almost did!) Well, i'll remember to forget my keys next time aite. hahaa, eh ader gituu? (: P.S: I caught my oldest sis with a BEE. You know. BEE. tsk, lerr, butch la. P.P.S: And i thought i was the only one with these connections. Damn, sis, what happened to you?
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