Muse

Packing light should never exist in the vocabulary of a female. I tried. For a 3 weeks stay, I seriously tried! 3 bottoms and 7 tops and it still amass to a considerable space-occupying cuboid! wth? End up staring at that square pile for a whole ten minutes wondering how else to lessen the dimension. Sat on it, squished the air outta it but ntg much worked. Mebbe if I stare long enough it might just shrink to fit? cool....

And my mom and dad had some sense to NOT buy the full length backpack all the kwailo's are carrying about. Cause I dont think I'll be walking then. Proly you know, sledge about with that bag which is as long as I am? Doubt I can stand upright when the bag is fully stuffed. I know I know. I am vertically challenged- outheight by a bag. kanasai.

And if only rupees are ringgits, then I am blardee rich right now.. Im holding a thousand Rs note I tell ya.. I remember the last time I held a one-thousand rupiah... Dreams of a millionaire idealist.

And today was a great day. The day after, I wonder what other surprises are installed. A new year doesnt begin afresh when I have debts brought over from 2009. A-w-e-s-o-m-e.

But Happy New Year ya all nonetheless. (=

Christmas is a time of giving. So give kays? I may not celebrate Christmas but I don't CARE! I still wanna have a christmas list! *bawls like a brat*

1. RM1800 for my dslr fund.
2. A tin-musical box.
3. RM500 Borders book voucher.
4. A new mattress for JB and Taiping room. (Im currently sleeping on paperthin mattress floored by a piece of chipboard)
5. The new iMac.
6. A Nokia 6310. (I only need it for texting purposes cause I've concluded at the rate of sms I generate, all canggih phone WILL expire within a year)
7. A butler to serve me in JB and a hitman to nick off those pests. (Any volunteers?)
   
8. A personal hairdresser to manage my lion's mane every morning.
9. A pig farm for endless supply of bacon and ham (Piglets as pets initially)
10. A big classic empty sketch book for scrapbook purposes.
11. A carved chrome bell to hang on my window ledge.
12. One carton of timtam! original flavour pleasethankyou.
13. RM500 bobbbibrown voucher
14. A hamper of cheeses and dips!
15. One nice silky set of bedsheet! (no hello kitty/barbie/pink fluffy cotton whatsoever)
16. My cookie monster cookie jar. )= Somebody break promise never get me wan...
17. 1 tb external hdd
18. Pretty dingly dangly stuff to hang above my bed. I wanna be a magpie.
19. A bean bag!
20. I want an imaginary boyfriend I can throw at my aunts/cousins everytime they ask me if im hitched....

Where do we begin? With you grimness oh so sniggeringly happy in your corner?

Nowhere. You do not begin with a start nor end with a closure. It is without surprise I feel that warmth of familiarity from the very beginning. It seem normal to have you lingering about me. Like as if you move that world of mine despite what soreness you bring every time you lick that broken skin.

It is my guilty pleasure to indulge in what not of norm, but something of penance. And to writhe in disgust and cry in despair, it satiates. Because like him, we both knows the sin we've engraved somewhere in the past. For that we are deserving. Till to date, we are still searching for that persona we are to become. We are silent of those days we spent on reflection. We are silent on those blames we swallow. Because we are guilty at some point in this two decades of life. I wonder if we will have the time to sit down over coffee reminiscing this ma cherie? Conscience is a bitch, n'est ce pas?

And yes, it is tiring to rent this body out to bear the wrath of others. I wonder if insurance covers it......