…say it to other person. Better if the other person’s a close acquaintance. But of course, for the best of everyone else and peace for the world, the option is still keep your bloody mouth tight shut, nuthead!
I got to know this person and her family. “Hmm, great family indeed!” was the first impression when anyone manages to talk to the members. However, when I actually hang around and observe the daily scenario, the picture doesn’t look neat at all. And of course, any close mate would surely have known her brother. There are only 2 brothers in this world that I find myself totally disgusted of. Therefore, there is no way at all to say that I generally dislike brothers. Or else, I would’ve hated David, Yiming , Tim, Jayzen and the rest of my bloody cool friends-who-are-also-brothers-at-home long time ago.
Since I’ve told her that I’ll keep her anonymity while blogging, I shall call her Girl; her brother, Boy; Mom and Dad remained as they are.
Girl and Boy are pretty much of ordinary siblings who do not share any similar personalities or likes and dislikes at all. Since Girl and a bunch of us hang out together since childhood, we have no problem of babbling out swear words at anytime, but most of the time we swear when we are at the peak of our temper and agitated to the max. Like right now, fuck! Boy, on the other hand, is more like a selfish jackass who simply hangs around to prove himself useless at all times. Pathetic waste of a life. On the day Dad said he’ll give Boy a Wira, Boy insisted he wants a Honda Civic. Like me, Girl does not have a car. She takes public transport to school and anywhere she wishes to go and never complained before, unless on a wet day. Who wouldn’t? I would even curse my air-headed pig brother.
Just sometime ago, Mom mentioned how obedient was Boy but Girl is not and she’s easily influenced by her friends with the way they talked and the language they use, and well of course, that includes me. Bloody in front of me! To me, Boy and the pig-in-the-front-room-at-my-home are two of a kind. Girl and I, with our most disbelief faces anyone could imagine, said in unison and at the top of our lungs, “WHAT!?” And the whole thing became a heated conversation. *Burff* I really think that… it was a wrong time for a visit.
Lemme look over it again..
We do not go about randomly swearing at things and peeps unless we’re angry and terribly irritated. We are a bunch who do not go bombarding on the poor storekeeper when he did a mistake. When a stranger comes to the table and asked for donations we do not simply ignore them. We turn and said “sorry, but I can’t help.”
Boy, on the other hand, is in another group of people who swear at stuff even when they’re at fault. They shriek at the poor storekeeper even when he’d forgotten to double-bag the things. And at times when a crippled person asked for donations, they ignore them absolutely.
And in the end of the day just because someone like Girl, who has a friend like me with tattoos and other close friends who used to be gangsters, she was deemed “easily influenced” and does not have a self-image?! My own mom told me something similar before too. Boy, was I enraged that time… reached the treshold of my anger-o-meter. What is fucking wrong with people with this kinda perceptions?
Any adults reading this who has problems with children like us, I therefore tell you this; Every unpleasant attitudes portrayed by your children does not mean they are influences from their peers. They may just be as right rooted from you, probably only more creative than you are. YES YOU! the PARENTS, the GUARDIANS or whoever shitty person you are.
I actually got to know a person who likes fishing! Is this cool or what?! Interesting shit! I never knew somebody studying medicine could have a hobby like that?! David… What an interesting person…
A-m-a-z-i-n-g ! !
I think I have many interesting friends. For instance, Weipz who snores like a motorboat (or did Sew say jetski?), TimTheMan , a doc-to-be who thinks he dislikes people, Mark who’s so good at taichi by 20, David who does competition fishing! Is this cool or what?!
If tiredness is a carnivorous animal I bet I am all swallowed clean down.
Yesterday’s count of sleeping hours was merely FOUR hours. And due to the multiple, overwhelming tasks that I have to complete within this month, yesterday was productive. Procrastination was totally away from me (seriously not a sign at all!) yesterday, except the time when I decided I was too retarded to even handle a spoon into my mouth, I dug into my bed and… well enough, slept. Mm… or at least tried to.
Most unfortunately, my pig brother came and asked if he could abduct my laptop again to the faraway-land-where-not-many-people-fond-of-going… *burrf* Instead of creating an unwanted disaster at home this time like we normally do at *peak moments, I just mumbled to him to “put my files into the thumbdrive and just leave ‘cos you’re just so plain and boring that I can’t stand looking at you anymore.” I think he left straight away… or maybe he put up a clueless look and put out his tongue at me. Still subconscious. Oh yeah, and I was saying… the unfortunate part was… I can’t sleep again after that.
Before hitting back to the research papers again, I watched the music video of Nelly and Tim McGraw’s Over and Over. Awesome setting. A hip-hoper singing with a country styler. Ah, what a collaboration. Good thing the setting did not clash. Not as if there is a cowboy with some pair of Nike Air or a stallion running his way in bling-blings styled with afro-mane. Then again, could be an interesting clip if the producers cooked that up.
Last Wednesday was Cern’s 22nd birthday. Happy birthday! You were happy anyway. I was there.
Today’s nooby Chia Ming’s 20th year as a noob. Happy birthday. You will be. Stop being a noob.
Aaah, ain’t this something fresh? Complete with my BIG head, BIG hair and not to mention… big FAT cheeky buttocks. Of course, chilling out is never complete without a foosman. Just to remind myself of good ol’times at the foosball table with CYee, Han Nien, Seng Kiat, Noob and Aaron.
Oh well, that’s my pet pig (only in my dreams), Piggy strutting in stilettos… *giggles* ain’t that cute?
Meanwhile, Seng Kiat and friends from m203 just finished their EoS3 Exam. Konon a killer-exam since buddies from m103 have gone through that hell. Oh well, it’s all OVER now. Time to go chill. Sometime ago, Priya and Yee Pei told me they were all in depression state. My say? VERY UNLIKELY. To me, these girls and many in m203s are elite peepz… or at least the people I’ve known, worked with and played with since their Sem1 are “inhumanly” intelligent. Or I guess they must be modest.
Oh well, now that I mention about academic stuff, I… myself in pharmacy ain’t doing hot. In fact, now I wish I am some kinda witch that can just stop time and have the extra time by just flicking my fingers and *wham!*…the time just stop just for me to complete my 3 assignments and 3 other projects. And of course, I, being ME, always want the time for fun. According to the wise people on the streets, fun is an unnecessity. Weipz called me to go out and have some extreme fun this Monday. Ow man, guess I’ll just stop here and resume my research studies.
Once upon a time someone said “A person who takes another person’s project is plagiarism, but a person who takes many other persons’ projects is a research.” How convenient…
It was 3am again… like other ordinary days. And like other ordinary days lights were only out at 3am, but… this time it was not me who turn the light off. Instead, this time my roomie Annie turned out the light while I was fully asleep.
Too bad for her.
Apparently, the moment she was about to doze off she heard some whispers. Oh well, a couple whispering? or three? or more? I don’t know. Unfortunately, she did not wake me up to hear those things together with her. Probably some hot gossips bout the underworld. Or probably bout my just-too-sexy-bra hanging on the chair. Hmm… Well, could be anything. Not that I haven’t encounter any paranormal sightings in my other room before (for the people who do not know that I stay in BJ on weekdays, my other room is the masterbedroom at Vista B1), but few months back I’ve heard laughters at precisely 3am.
Hmm… I guess *The Others must’ve got my spasticity of laughing-at-apparent-nothing-syndrome eversince I co-habit with them in 2003. Or *The Others must’ve simply think Annie and I are amusing.
(* For my loyal readers who do not know what the heck am I talking about, go watch The Others starring Nicole Kidman and… a few other actors)
Has anyone ever feel like they’re gonna rot due to doing the same thing over and over again? In my case, I was once told by a lecturer to work hard and study like it’s a matter of life and death this holidays. Nope, I did not do as hard as she’d adviced but certainly tried very hard to do that. I think I’m right on the edge already…
*poof*
A walking dead… I think I look a lil’ like that right now, probably greener tomorrow and very likely to lose another 2 more fingers the next day. H-E-L-P!