weird night;totally random
what a weird night..jasper missed 4 '853' buses cos we sat at the bustop and confused ourselves all the more wif our differences in logic; he tinks wif his mind too much and i tink wif my heart too much..conclusion?its complicated..
btw, i can't find my house dustbin...
Me: Ma,where's the dustbin?
Ma: Dunno,ask ur father...
Me: Pa,where's the dustbin?
Pa: Toilet,i poured water over it...
Me: ...(silent while trying to figure out wth)
Me: ..er..y?
Pa: oh,it stank...
*_______________* So does tat mean he 'cleaned' the dustbin..or waits for us to dump the water out of the dustbin and washes it...cos dumping water into the dustbin is Nt equal to it being clean...
wateva,i'm glad my dad is home...no matter hw strange he seems sometimes..i shall nt analyse his 'strange mode of behaviour' today...its a beautiful honourable month and i shall taint it by bitching..(sometimes its juz so hard...NT to bitch haha!) ...i wish there are more months like it...
i love tis month more than the next. ..
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i'm eating expired bread..wif a hotdog..both of which i rested on my lap as i typed tis entry...
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last bt nt least, think i sprained my finger...
posted by Siti Nuraishah @ 12:26 AM
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