Category: Ranting Is a Right

You know what, this morning I got yelled at by Mom cause I drank her tea. Yes, you hear me. I DRANK HER TEA (some detox tea, actually). What the fuck? Apparently, she had brewed it overnight so that she could drink it 1st thing in the morning. But nada notice from her. At 3am in the morning I thought it was a mug of tea waiting to turn into a bacterial pond, so I gulped it down and washed the mug. So much for being a help around the house. At 9am she banged my door like a dinosaur trying to murder me and shouted profanities at me. Truly, I’m traumatised and eternally scarred by the whole incident. My day was so ruined, I decided to stay in bed the whole fucking day (not without random emergency trips to the loo though) and yes, I just woke up. Sometimes, I’m amazed at the kind of rage my Mom could pull off.

Sweet like an angel one minute, crazymadass murderer the next. Be patient, Kim. It’s only a year more to go. One more freakin’ year and you’re out of here. Yes, I’m going to move away even if it means washing dishes at the other end of the earth.

When I was 10, I wanted to moved to another town.

Now 20, I want to move to another country.

Mom bought two phallic looking cincau jelly and I’ve been eyeing them eversince. She still hadn’t got around to make us a jug of refreshing cincau-aid and my patience was running dry. Everytime I opened the fridge, two black phalli starred back at me. After days of frustration and restlessness, a bright idea sprung into mind.

Weird concoction of the week : Neapolitan

-Cornflakes

-Milk

-Cincau jelly (a sort of herbal jelly)

Julienne the cincau jelly. Place them in a deep bowl. Pour cornflakes over it. Pour milk till everything is submerged. Quickly consume before cornflakes turn soggy. Make sure there’re milk, cornflakes and cincau in every spoon. Enjoy.

I had all the signs flung at me. They were all too clear. But I missed all of them. No, I ignored them. I deserve to lose who-knows-how-much. My miserable luck. Oh…0038, how I regret not buying you.

:(

Draw No: 124/04 16.10.2004 SAT play the game 1st Prize 0038 2nd Prize 6592 3rd Prize 6451 Special Consolation 6509 9504 6185 1308 4727 3657 2837 4701 7263 5655 4691 8687 4396 2518 3563 2154 1879 4991 3128 9615

Thanks to mom for waking me up this morning. Otherwise I would have missed another class. I asked her to break down my door if she must, and she almost did.

At last, I washed the car. Even sprayed garden mist in it. Baby is so shiny now. Can’t wait to drive it tomorrow. Hahaha.

Mopped every floor area in the house. Cleared up mess in my room. Uncluttered room breeds uncluttered mind. Know?

I’ve finally mastered hulahooping with my arms. Yay. Fucking painful though. But I will not stop until my arms shrink.

Dad’s raving about the divinity of Rotiboy’s mexican bun. Even went as far to suggest we start up a bakery shop. Too bad, he doesn’t realise that the fad’s probably over like, century ago? Sometimes I can’t help but be humoured by the naivety of my parents. And to think that one day I’ll morph into the exact replica of them. Hahaha.

What does it tell you about a man who utters “You’re too kind” when you say you love him?