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.daC.
01 Nov
coke light
dead cockroaches
slow rock

Saturday, October 11, 2008
..blur.

so uh..... the sister wasn't around...and a distant relative drop by without prior notice...

picture this.

- Me with the Einstein inspired hairdo.
- Me with the super out of bed look, cos i was literally in bed right before that.
- Me with the 'No Makeup No Powder' effect.
- The cookie jars all half full.
- The cakes all cold and hard, still in the fridge.
- Hardly any ice left in the freezer.
- No steamy hot water.
- AND the underwear's all hangin loosely by the jamban.



And because i'm my parent's only hope and saviour (at that moment), i had to make it work!~

(change into the maid uniform, tightens apron, get ready indonesian accent)

Had to lahh. Kalau ikutkan hati, i'd take a walk downstairs and go for a ride on the Sembcorp batmobil and leave it to the parents to sort da disaster out. But because i'm filial as it is (hurhur), i stayed and make tea, and warm up the cakes, and fill the jars, and search for ice, and comb the hair.

wow. a new pimple near the temple. 15 minutes of panic, that's all it takes.