november rain
it rained the whole day today. it was good but somehow i missed good ol sunshine. but i still prefer rain. so that i can stay at home more. the world is getting scarier each day and people are getting more evil and i just too scared to go out anymore.
was talking to my mum just now. as usual listening to her stories of old people with no brains and such. it was supposed to be "with age comes wisdom". apparently some old people, instead of becoming smarter and wiser, they become more stupid, dumb, idiot and brainless. tsk. i hope i won't be like them when i grow old.
dad played a trick on cicak. she got a real shock laa. haha. should see her shocked face. classic.
oh last saturday, my brother was being rather noisy. he kept coming in and out of my room. 1st he asked me to look for some songs for him. after that he left my room. then an hour later he came in again with his mp3, asking for his songs. then he left. then a few minutes later he came in again looking for his sweater, which is on my chair. then he started to open my cupboard dunno looking for what. i think he's looking for a bra to wear. then he left. then about 20 minutes later he BURST into my room, sounding very distressed. here's the conversation:
bro: kak!!! how do u squeeze this pimple??!! i can't squeeze it... can u squeeze for me?? (at the same time sat on my bed and points at his pimple on his upper lip.)
me: just squeeze laa. if cannot squeeze then wait until it turn white2 then squeeze. and no, i'm not gonna squeeze for u. (at the same time already imagining me squeezing his pimple and that bloody pus plooped onto my face in the end.)
bro: but it already turn white2. see?? (points at his pimple.) and it looks stupid right growing here. (points his upper lip.)
me: then like that u take a pin and poke it laa. (and immediately he went around my room looking for a pin.)
and before he left my room guess what he asked me?? "kak, how to poke ar?? can poke for me??" i shouted at him "just poke abit laa!! then u squeeze!! and do it urself!!" he laughed and quickly left my room. the reason for his distress is because he wanted to go gym that afternoon. so must look cool and handsome. -_- and thats not all. before he went out, he came into my room AGAIN to ask how he looked. "i tucked in nice or not?? should i tuck the shirt out instead??" after i said u look handsome with the shirt tucked in and asked if his pimple is gone, which he happily said yes, then he left me in peace.
i can only shake my head and think why i have such a vain brother. and i have to be his fashion consultant. and i can only entertain him like that only on weekends cos he's in police camp,serving NS. not that he's always this vain whenever he wants to go out. only when there's a special occasion where he needs to look extra nice then he will become this noisy. so yea.. weekend entertainment. i wonder what will happen this weekend. oh my brother has a stalker. my sis the cicak told me. go read cicak's blog.
so there. i wonder what will tomorrow's weather be like. haha. and to tricia, if you are reading this, STOP THINKING SO MUCH. thats all.
t.t.f.n
was talking to my mum just now. as usual listening to her stories of old people with no brains and such. it was supposed to be "with age comes wisdom". apparently some old people, instead of becoming smarter and wiser, they become more stupid, dumb, idiot and brainless. tsk. i hope i won't be like them when i grow old.
dad played a trick on cicak. she got a real shock laa. haha. should see her shocked face. classic.
oh last saturday, my brother was being rather noisy. he kept coming in and out of my room. 1st he asked me to look for some songs for him. after that he left my room. then an hour later he came in again with his mp3, asking for his songs. then he left. then a few minutes later he came in again looking for his sweater, which is on my chair. then he started to open my cupboard dunno looking for what. i think he's looking for a bra to wear. then he left. then about 20 minutes later he BURST into my room, sounding very distressed. here's the conversation:
bro: kak!!! how do u squeeze this pimple??!! i can't squeeze it... can u squeeze for me?? (at the same time sat on my bed and points at his pimple on his upper lip.)
me: just squeeze laa. if cannot squeeze then wait until it turn white2 then squeeze. and no, i'm not gonna squeeze for u. (at the same time already imagining me squeezing his pimple and that bloody pus plooped onto my face in the end.)
bro: but it already turn white2. see?? (points at his pimple.) and it looks stupid right growing here. (points his upper lip.)
me: then like that u take a pin and poke it laa. (and immediately he went around my room looking for a pin.)
and before he left my room guess what he asked me?? "kak, how to poke ar?? can poke for me??" i shouted at him "just poke abit laa!! then u squeeze!! and do it urself!!" he laughed and quickly left my room. the reason for his distress is because he wanted to go gym that afternoon. so must look cool and handsome. -_- and thats not all. before he went out, he came into my room AGAIN to ask how he looked. "i tucked in nice or not?? should i tuck the shirt out instead??" after i said u look handsome with the shirt tucked in and asked if his pimple is gone, which he happily said yes, then he left me in peace.
i can only shake my head and think why i have such a vain brother. and i have to be his fashion consultant. and i can only entertain him like that only on weekends cos he's in police camp,serving NS. not that he's always this vain whenever he wants to go out. only when there's a special occasion where he needs to look extra nice then he will become this noisy. so yea.. weekend entertainment. i wonder what will happen this weekend. oh my brother has a stalker. my sis the cicak told me. go read cicak's blog.
so there. i wonder what will tomorrow's weather be like. haha. and to tricia, if you are reading this, STOP THINKING SO MUCH. thats all.
t.t.f.n
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