Lost & Found
My house is a fucking warzone, akin to kao kia kan gu, chut lai ngiao kia (puppy dog fucks cow, kitten comes out = insanely messed up).
There's shit lying around everywhere, as we're (hopelessly) organizing our possesions in light of moving. It's so messy I get a headache just looking at it. I can't even walk around the house properly; I have to constantly adjust my steps, dodge/jump over over my mom's pasar malam shit.
Like dad says, macam kena tsunami.
I am sipek tulan. I can't find my Irish SIM card. Not only does it have immense senti value, there's a financial side to it as well. It comes with free texts for life, so long as you top up by twenty euros a month. Which is freaking fantastic.
Being the selfish bitch that I am, I've relied solely on texts as a means of communication in Dublin. The free text promotion has long ended, and if I fail to recover my SIM card, I'd have forsaken the luxury of innumerable one worded texts to Nick, Sim, Ron & Ben.
Kanina. I am sipek tulan!
I bribed my mom into helping me frisk the house for the aforementioned item last night. I told her if she recovered it, I'd stop smoking in my sister's room and proceed to bring my addiction outside.
I've never seen such enthusiasm in a person looking for something that's not his/hers.
We were sifting through tons of my sister's rubbish, when my mom found a picture of my sister's ex-boyfriend. She nonchalantly tore in up into four little pieces and chucked it in the thrash. I couldn't stop laughing. She just retorted : "Laugh what? Never seen people tear up things before ah?"
My mother is sipek cute.
Rummaging around, many unexpected things surfaced. Welcome or not, I don't know. I found a long-forgotten-about shoebox, the shoebox where I kept all my ex-girlfriends' photos and letters. It was a long, slow walk down a painful road last night. Senti comes with a price, balls.
I also found money on two instances. The first was under my sister's bed. There was six hundred ringgit in notes of fifty. The second was in an envelope in my room. There was about three hundred ringgit innit. Menggila, wei!
I am sure this is my mom's doing. She leaves stuff everywhere and proceeds to forget about them. Sipek cuteness also comes with sipek blurnes, I guess.
"Ah boy ah, don't tell papa about the money you found okay? I'll cook hebat stuff for you tomorrow."
There's asam ikan pari on the table right now.
My mother is sipek cute.
This led me to thinking; I'm sure the maid (who ran away a month ago) has gotten rich from the lost cash she'd found lying around. She's probably driving around Yogyakarta in a Mini Cooper S right now.
We'll never know.
And I have yet to find my SIM card.
There's shit lying around everywhere, as we're (hopelessly) organizing our possesions in light of moving. It's so messy I get a headache just looking at it. I can't even walk around the house properly; I have to constantly adjust my steps, dodge/jump over over my mom's pasar malam shit.
Like dad says, macam kena tsunami.
I am sipek tulan. I can't find my Irish SIM card. Not only does it have immense senti value, there's a financial side to it as well. It comes with free texts for life, so long as you top up by twenty euros a month. Which is freaking fantastic.
Being the selfish bitch that I am, I've relied solely on texts as a means of communication in Dublin. The free text promotion has long ended, and if I fail to recover my SIM card, I'd have forsaken the luxury of innumerable one worded texts to Nick, Sim, Ron & Ben.
Kanina. I am sipek tulan!
I bribed my mom into helping me frisk the house for the aforementioned item last night. I told her if she recovered it, I'd stop smoking in my sister's room and proceed to bring my addiction outside.
I've never seen such enthusiasm in a person looking for something that's not his/hers.
We were sifting through tons of my sister's rubbish, when my mom found a picture of my sister's ex-boyfriend. She nonchalantly tore in up into four little pieces and chucked it in the thrash. I couldn't stop laughing. She just retorted : "Laugh what? Never seen people tear up things before ah?"
My mother is sipek cute.
Rummaging around, many unexpected things surfaced. Welcome or not, I don't know. I found a long-forgotten-about shoebox, the shoebox where I kept all my ex-girlfriends' photos and letters. It was a long, slow walk down a painful road last night. Senti comes with a price, balls.
I also found money on two instances. The first was under my sister's bed. There was six hundred ringgit in notes of fifty. The second was in an envelope in my room. There was about three hundred ringgit innit. Menggila, wei!
I am sure this is my mom's doing. She leaves stuff everywhere and proceeds to forget about them. Sipek cuteness also comes with sipek blurnes, I guess.
"Ah boy ah, don't tell papa about the money you found okay? I'll cook hebat stuff for you tomorrow."
There's asam ikan pari on the table right now.
My mother is sipek cute.
This led me to thinking; I'm sure the maid (who ran away a month ago) has gotten rich from the lost cash she'd found lying around. She's probably driving around Yogyakarta in a Mini Cooper S right now.
We'll never know.
And I have yet to find my SIM card.
This entry was posted by tsh, on
Thursday, May 26, 2005.
You can bitch back.
lol, where's your new place now? and u had a maid who ran away?
How's the new place? Larry drove me around your new area the last trip I got back.
Be good to have a look inside. :D
Eh.. your mum damn choo bee leh.
My maid going back for a month's break when I am back. ceh, perfect timing. Me gotta do housework. *grumbles grumbles*
ah pin : somewhere far far away from my current place. yes, maid ran away from home. when will i see u next? am starting to forget how u look like leh..
miranda : sure.. can look when u're back :D hope to see ya!
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