as usual i'm only interested in writing posts when i'm alone in my hostel room, when i'm supposed to be doing OTHER stuff, for example:

+ finishing my logbook (dateline is tomorrow morning!!!)
+ writing cases
+ finishing my logbook (and so on...)


anyway today has been uneventful. my bro's crashed ride is STILL not fixed yet so he's using mine for another week. so he gave me a ride back to melaka and for lack of time i brought him to my resident food place - The Shack. then as i was about to pay the bill, the hostess asked me whether he's my boyfriend. and me being the deaf me as always just smiled and left. and only when i reached the car do i realize what the question was.
i was like, eww. he's my brother dammit.

when i told him he was in a worse state of denial than i am, haha, and then shrugged it off saying i was probably elated with the fact that somebody thought i'm going out with a handsome guy.
and i immediately wretched.

but dammit, if i look like my bro's girlfriend then that must've made me looklike a paedophile everytime we hang out together. *ufufufu*
blardy hell!

okay. i'd better get back to my case write-ups. *swears and swears*

p/s:
i love LOVE PSYCHEDELICO!!!!



you want me to burn you a copy of the entire discography nora? i know you lost yours.
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