So how’s my Wednesday?
No stars, no wind. In short, LONELY.
Yes, on my way to the bus-stop, I almost talked to my imaginary god on my dying-soon keitai. Lucky thing my friend, SMT, came to the rescue and accompanied me to Lakeside MRT then walked awesomely fast like bank-robbers all the way home.
What’s keitai? Handphones are called keitai in Nihonggo.
Sigh. I miss Japan many many.
I miss their eels, miss kicking flies and butterflies in Shinshu Gakkou, miss doing my laundry under dark skies, miss leaving home without locking my sliding windows and door and last but never the least, I miss my neighbour’s cute legs walking!
If only my bed could fly me and my darling cpu back to Nagano =(
Yes, ‘IF’ is one fucking adorable word.
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Yesterday someone asked me, ” What’s so great about sitting alone on the top of K.e.n.t R.i.d.g.e’s H.i.l.l?
And so I answered her, ” Nothing.
She asked, ” Nothing? U sure? Crazy lah u!”
I replied, “No. I’m not crazy. I’m K.e.n.t. R.i.d.g.e’s furniture”
Next two minutes, she flicked her ciggy and left me all alone with her half-burned cigarette butt.
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Tonight’s wish : I wished someone would fry me an egg and write me a beautiful yet crazy poem. =)
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A while ago, I heard my neighbour scream. Maybe S.i.n.g.a.p.o.r.e I.d.o.l got her blind and high again. Sigh.
Myself, hardly screamed. My few last screams were, when my favourite so-cartoon-and-unhappening-lover left me, when I fell off the bus and watching fast-food adverts on TV.
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What’s for dinner? Nothing.
I better start playing dead in my room before someone sticks a magnetic-thingy on refrigerator door that says, “BITCH IN KITCHEN” then ask me to fry mee goreng for him.