Another chapter's ending,

Monday, March 26, 2007

no softball,no money.seems wrong.

if i drop HCL and be able to transfer to C1,i'd do it in a..um.

blink of an eyee.a flash.a heartbeat.very verwee fast.

crap.the point.

managed a week without phoning manda.proud of that.but then on sat i just had to call.for updates yknow?maybe linsha's failed her math again or something..

anyway,it ended with a row as usual and i'd not call her for another week but wouldnt resist on saturday.yea.so she hung up on me.yet again.whatever.so i went about my daaily business.business.buiseness.is that how u spell it?i got my brother to help...oh yes.so i put the bowl of chocolate in the microwave.turned on the oven.

i walked into my room.hoping my mum wouldnt still be blasting londonbridge or lonely.no really.it was really loud.bet she didnt hear me yelling at her.is it still on.no.good.yay air-con.mum and bro playing some boardgame.i sit and peer."social responsibility game".oh god.wu liao.

i look at the board.apparently,mum's in jail,no,"anti social penalty house" for stepping on the throw killer litter from upper floor anti social penalty square.haha.to think she's in the town council and represented them on the newspapers of informing residents about dangers of killer killer.

she must find this game interesting.

she's yelling about how my bro has so much money.bro just laughs.

bro lands on a red penalty square.he picks up the red penalty card.fine $50."what!$50!"

mum:Eh.people pay $500 leh.yours only $50 still say what.good!take some more (red cards).u deserve it!

mum patiently (not) waits to miss her 2 turns.bro steps on another red square.fine again.

i somehow drowns what she has to say and notices the bowl of oreo cereal beside my bro.pick,yummy.

bro throws again.killer litter.the house.mum gets to go out.i dig the cereal bowl.aim for the marshmellows.

hmm.mum keeps getting fined.then,bro gets out.he keeps getting fined.

"EH!dont eat finish the marshmellows!"he's not touching the bowl,what.

bro fined.throwing his waste food down the bin chute.ha.

"good!fine some more!look...$500!i dont even have one."(i shift over his $500 note revealing 2 more)(she yells and then sobs dramatically)

mum fined for shouting along corridor.anyway who doesnt know she has a loud voice."maybe i shouldnt shout at him anymore.."

smell of burnt food.quite like chocolate.

mum:"must be downstairs burn toast again."

maybe they should get a new toaster.. wait its my chocolate.

award.not damaging letter boxes.$50.

mum:"not fair..i also never do what.."bro gwaffaws.

i say."its my chocolate."

bro."oooh!i put the bowl in the sun!"

"i put it back into the oven."i say.

mum."chao ta already lah!"

"yah go out.(pauses for better word)SCRAM!!"the hell,he's so rude.

"no it isnt.its the right smell."id smelled it before.

"no,i tell you,chao ta already,dont believe u go and look"insolence.i do not move.do not care.game continues.minutes later,chao ta smell still purses.

"oi!chao ta already lah.go!"

"noo no nooo.its the right sm.."

"CHAO TA ALREADY"

"yar.scram!dont eat finish my marshmellows!u finished the oreos also!"i chuckle.yea finished it.

"....chao ta chao ta....chao ta already..."

fine.i trudged out.overpowering.peers into the bowl.oops.it is burnt.damn.my poor poor chocolate.taste.tastes like charcol.yuck.i dump it in the sink.looks like black sesame,doesnt taste or smell any better.ah well.walks back into the room.closes door behind me.dares not to say..."chao ta already right?"

"yes."mum looks smug.i grimace.my bro is still winning.

later....game stops.we gotta go out.play again later.

they walk out.strong chao ta smell.

muffled yellings.mum appears to be irritated.cursing?uh-oh.i close the door.cant really hear..

"....chao ta already still say no no no......the right smell!.....chao ta where got right...."

"....chao ta girl....chao ta already still say no no no!.."

bad bad memory.ahhh well.i hate that word sometimes.chao ta.yawn.blah blah blah.sigh.this post is too long.continue on another.

3:14 PM