The moon and the stars were the gifts you gave.

I was cleaning my rack which is temporarily in my father's room and I saw some notes that made me laugh and cringe and cry all in one go.

All the stupid inside jokes and random crushes from high school.
All the hidden meanings of the things people who still matter to you after so many years wrote in your books/notes.
All the silly letters I used to write to YOU about "DID YOU SEE THE F1 RACE LAST NIGHT? OMG MASSA IS SO CUTE!" and "ALEX YOONG BOLEH! MALAYSIA BOLEH!".

Waves of nostalgia hit you and all you want to say to those people are just words of gratitude and love.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

*****

I was watching Benji the Hunted the other day on Disney Channel. I couldn't help but squeal looking at those cougar cubs and the dog.

I swear I almost cried when one of the cubs got taken away by the eagle.
Aiyoh, you pansy...a cub gets eaten also you shed tears. Drama drama drama -.-'

I was told by a few people who were watching it with me that I was EXACTLY like the black cougar cub.

*after seeing the black cougar cub trying to scare the big bear*
"OMG XANNE, IT REALLY IS LIKE YOU!"
"How so?"
"See it goes acting like a hero trying to scare the bear which is a lot bigger than him, but then the bear freaks him out and it runs away and hides in the bushes. It's so like you when you're picking a fight with me"
"That's a lie and you know it!"
"Okay, fine, but did you see the part it comes out of its home? It's so mischievious and stubborn like you!"
"That part of it is true. I know I'm cute like the cougar cub"
"Who said anything about you being cute now huh?"
"Oh. You, Skizzy, are dead"

But in all seriousness, the little black cougar cub is a bit like me.

May, is that a sign or what?

*****

Yesterday, I found out that I stole a book from my old high school library.

Okay, I didn't exactly steal a book. I just didn't return the book I borrowed from the library in 2003 or 2004.

I am a bibliomaniac.

*****

Aimee, I know why the first card I sent you didn't reach you.

My mother used a 20 cents stamp instead of a 30 cents one.

Epic fail -.-'

(How do I know of this? The card got sent back to my house and they circled the stamp)

FAIL.
FAIL.
FAIL.

*****

Skizzy, help me. I think I'm going to hell with all the squealing I'm doing.

It's not even funny anymore, it's driving me crazy!


HELP!

Just maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me.

"What's up, sexy?"
"Shut up"
"Uh-oh. I know that tone anywhere. It's the infamous 'I-can-be-a-bitch-as-and-when-I-please' one. It's 12 so...go on"
"Do you know how horrible I feel right now?"
"Shoot"
"I just hate this wedding"
"Uh, aren't you supposed to be excited? Why do you hate it?"
"I can't do anything!"
"Like what?"
"LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW!"
"Okay, focus your anger on something else besides me"
"Sorry. I can't see Chelsea play. I can't see Daughtry. I can't see Jared Leto in Genting. YOU KNOW HOW NEAR GENTING IS TO MY PLACE? WTF!"
"MPH IS HAVING A SALE FROM THE 30TH UNTIL THE 3RD OF AUGUST AND I CAN'T GO! FOR GOD'S SAKE, A BOOK SALE!!! I WANT TO GET SOME NEW BOOKS TO READ-LAH!"
"I'M HORRIBLY MAD AT EVERYONE!"
"THE ONE TIME CHELSEA AND I ARE IN THE SAME CONTINENT, I CANNOT GO. WHY? BECAUSE MY BROTHER DECIDED THAT HE HAS TO GET MARRIED FAST BECAUSE THE PERSON HE IS MARRYING IS THIRTY!"
"Breathe, sweetie. Take a deep breath"
"I don't hate them but...argh! I sound so selfish, but I can't help it! I'm going to be the worst sister-in-law ever!"
"You're not going to be"
"You're a grumpy little thing, you know? It amuses me to no end to see you rambling"
"Why is it that I can only talk to you when I am feeling unhappy?"
"Because when you're happy, you're busy throwing insults back and forth at me"
"Not that I'm complaining, I know that's your way of saying you love me"
"You're obnoxious"
"You know something?"
"What?"
"I'm happy David Cook isn't coming to KL just yet. Oi, quit hitting me and hear me out! Because if he did come around the time your brother was getting married, you would be even grumpier than you are right now and trust me, no one, I repeat, NO ONE would want to say a word to you because anything they say might make you shout at them or cry uncontrollably"
"When he comes here, I AM GOING AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME. I MEAN IT AND I'M TAKING YOU WITH ME!"
"Jesus, no. I am not going to come with you to see him! Thanks but no thanks"

It's amazing you're the only person I can be upfront and frank about things like these that make me doubt myself for being human or having feelings.

Thank you for 12AM pillow talks.
Thank you for making damn sure I don't weep like a MASSIVE baby walrus.
Thank you for being you. Obnoxious or not, you are love.

You're my wonderwall.

*****

I need to get out.

Guess what? This pair of shoes in Novo I was eyeing since January is being sold at RM49 now! It used to be RM126, then it was RM59.

"You want it or not?"

I said no.


Wow. First I said no to a necklace, now I said no to a pair of shoes?

I am beyond surprised that my will-power is THAT strong.

Oh, how quaint. Magic Rainbow is playing now.


You know what that means?
It means I should reward myself for being headstrong.


Right after I typed that, they played Always Be My Baby.

THIS CALLS FOR A DOUBLE REWARD!

Toodles.

There goes my hero, watch him as he goes.

I can never step into a bookshop and leave without buying anything. There is always something I have to buy.

I'm like a kid in a candy store when I'm in a bookshop.

I went into MPH Bookstores in One U and bought a card (was very bummed I couldn't buy a book there).

Then, my brother and I went into Pay Less Bookstore and guess what I got?

Yes, I got TWO Psychology textbooks. I bought that Adolescence and Emerging Adulthood one because it had cross-cultural approaches!

I love books. Have I told you that already?

*****

Today, I found out that my brother and I have a few things in common.

We hate Ronaldo the pansy.
We love blue shirts.
We love books. I got him to pay for my books =p
We love chocolates.
We hate slow drivers.

We went out together to get a birthday present for my father (which was rather tiring).

*takes out light purple shirt*
*puts on me*
"Why are you putting this on me?"
"I want to see if this shirt matches pa or not...if it doesn't suit you, it won't suit him"
-.-"

I picked this long-sleeved dark blue shirt for him and he told me how my sister-in-law (I'm still not used to saying this word yet) is complaining about how many blue shirts he has but he didn't care and bought it anyway. I have good taste, you see.

He saw that Ronaldo poster on the pillar and he pretended to kick it. I just had to laugh because I wanted to do the same before he did it.

We bought the present and the card, and I told him I wanted to buy these Converse shoes I've been eyeing. We got to the store and I saw the shoes.
"Which is better? Black or blue?"
"Up to you...but if it were me, I'd pick the blue one"

Damn psychic, the bugger. So I showed him the price of the shoes.
"Why are you showing me the price?"
"Because I have no money to pay for them"
"What? And you came in here looking like you had money!"
"I told you I only had RM50!"
"Hey, consider this as your 'going away before getting married' present"
"Okay. I realised I haven't given you money for the last few months already, with all these wedding things"

Yes. He pays me money to wash his plate. Well, at least that's what he says. RM75 a month. I haven't been paid for my services for the last few months. Not complaining, I do know he's been busy with work and the wedding preparations.



There's footwear everywhere! Slippers under my bed, high heels in front of the closet, and the Converse on the chair! My father is right -.-'

I asked the guy at the store for the shoes in size 7 and he looked at my feet. I came home and realised that the pair I bought was size 6.

I checked the label on the shoe box and apparently...
size 6 for men = size 8 for women.

Ah, now that makes more sense.
The guy is super psychic-lah, I say. Look at my feet and he already knows my size.


I love my new Converse shoes.

More importantly, albeit it may seem to be a little trite, I love my brother. There are a lot of things we don't agree on, there are times I resent him, but I do love him.

There goes my hero, watch him as he goes,
There goes my hero, he's ordinary...


P/S: Never EVER download Michael Johns' songs before you go to bed. Shall explain why tomorrow.