How's The Weather?

Asked Pete when he saw me online
"Like a horny girl with gastric problems" said I.

"Your wit is as sharp as a spoon," said he
as I struggled to comprehend.

Yes, wet and windy.

So wet and windy that even the cats don't want to go out
and take turns staring mournfully out of the kitchen window
or throw themselves in my path when I walk
by, as if to commit suicide.

This is complete bollocks.

I mean, its different if its actually cold
if it was actually snowing.

But nooooo has to be some kick-ass kinda wind
and rain that drills bullet-holes as it hits
my delicate skin.
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"So what are you doing la?" Asked Beng, PA, Frou and Brewster
"Taking a dump, seriously one."

"Wow," said Beng "Dump and Surf, I like!"

Then I told everyone to go away cos I couldn't shit with them
watching, but how cool to be able to right?
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Next week I start French for Improvers
which wouldn't be so daunting if it wasn't
actually held in part of the university
and if I've actually been practising enough to be
an 'improver'. School, gosh, nervous.

In a feel-good kinda way.

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Hmmm, I just looked at the clock and thought
40 minutes to sun-down
one more day gone, another day closer to seeing....
wait, when am I seeing you again?

Double bollocks.
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Last night Dadman and I sat in the living room
me tapping away on my laptop,
(I think I have RSI)
and him nodding off into the newspaper.

Then suddenly he looked up, straight at me
and said, "would you like a piece of chocolate Aja?"
when there was nary a box in sight.

"You are a bad influence! Why would you suddenly offer me
a chocolate?"

Shrugs "Just looked at you and thought, 'chocolates!"

With that a box was brought from the study.

I don't normally do this in the evenings,
sit with them in the living room I mean,
I just tend to do supper then hole up in my room
for the rest of the night

But here we are, January, and I leave in June
and I know its ages still, but I feel the need
to spend more time with them
(as if every second of every waking day isn't enough).

Traversing The Globe

I sat in the car yesterday reading
Anthony Bourdain, occasionally looking up
to exchange knowing glances with
other participants of the 'After-school Pick-up Parking Club'

Slowly getting into the chapter, it began
to dawn on me that I recognised the things he was describing
about a certain ship he was on.

Don't tell me he's on The World I said to me
as I flipped the page.

Then, 'I knew it!'
Its so cool to have been there and know exactly
what they're talking about,
and The World, so exclusive!

I always love that, when you 're reading about a place,
feeling or experience in a book and know
exactly what the person is talking about.

Don't know why, but I really want to read Bill Bryson's Neither
Here Nor There again.
It was written so long ago, and a couple of years ago
when I came to Europe I reread it and compared things
and now, I think I am ready for another go.

So I trundled up to the 3rd floor bookcase in search of it
instead I found The Lost Continent
a book I find scary.

I am always amazed at how no matter how many times
I ponder the bookshelves, I always find something new,
something interesting, and old gem
and the discovery of one always leads
to this hunt for another, then another
til your arms can hold no more
and you take them down to your room and dump them
onto your already overflowing bookcase.

I know what I am doing this weekend.

Question?

Dear people, I have a few questions that I am hoping you can
help me with, so please feel free to comment (;

1) When you renew your passport in Malaysia,
do they let you keep your old one?

2) Does anyone know if there is a room for rent in
the KL Bukit Bintang area?

3) What is Emperor Chicken?
Does anyone know the true name and origin? Cos I cooked it the
other day and the family took surprisingly well
to it. But when I told Daddy, he asked me what Emperor Chicken
was, and I. was. stumped.

 

Under Pale Moonlight

Leyna has an interesting message on her
MSN that I always ponder
it goes " Sometimes I wish I never met you, because then
I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone
like you out there."

And this applies to me in some ways
(not the wish I never met part....though life would be easier (; )
but really, it is much harder to sleep at night knowing
that there is someone out there
whose puzzle pieces fit into mine,

who will put up with my being bossy and anal

who does up every single button in my coat and then
knots my scarf around my neck, making sure I am
warm

and makes sure that my gloves are in his
pocket incase my hands get cold

who makes sure that each of my toes
are snug in my toesocks when we go out, then
tugs off my boots for me every time we come in

who makes me coffee in the mornings
(even though its all wrong)

who makes me laugh like a deranged
psychopath, and makes me cry like
a child, and cries with me

who knows that when I say "I'm getting hungry"
he has to feed me quick or I'll be grouchy

and does the washing up when I've cooked
and massages my back when I ache

Who knows I need to plan and be in control, yet knows
how to put his foot down and take the reins when needed

Someone whose eyes snap open at night the moment mine do
whether is 3 am, 4 am or 6 am, every night
just so we can say 'I love you' and go back to sleep

someone who says "watch your step" every step
even though there are forty(thousand) steps

who takes the hair ties out of my hair
when I fall asleep with them on

someone who gladly dances with me
and sings to me, always

someone who knows me so well, that he has me figured out
even before I have figured out myself

someone so endlessly patient and gentle with me
despite looking the opposite

And really, it is so much harder to sleep knowing that
that someone is out there, but not with me.

Still, at least he exists, somewhere out there
beneath the pale moonlight.

These kind of things always come to you when you
least expect, when you start to think you can do without
they take you by surprise, take your breath away
everyday.

Thank you.

And Then There Was Wi-fi

I tell you the fact that I now have
wi-fi 24-7 has made me seriously addicted to Percy
I never turn him off
when I sleep, Percy sits beside me
and the message on my MSN?Gtalk tells everyone I am asleep
though some stubborn people
from Malaysia will msg me at 6am and say
"Eh, really sleeping one meh? Why so lansi one this year?"

Kanneh, cos you spent Christmas with my family without me!
Joking la.

Bleh.

Anyway, I haven't gotten offline since I got on
that means 5 days lor
you think its bad for my laptop?

So everyday I wake up, and I disturb my aunties
today I was talking to
mother, aunt 1, 2 and 3 when my JA
actually came up to me and said
"Aja, I think you have to go and do your grocery shopping
now, because we've been waiting an hour and a half
to play mahjong.."

Basically telling me to f-off

Where got like that one?
This is me okay, I'm supposed to be like...
the sunshine in their lives or something.

So then I went to play Pictionary with the 3 young adults
who were under my care today, then grocery shopping
cooked lunch then took them bowling
then went chinese grocery shopping
then came back, saw my aunts online again
and said 'hi' and you know what they said?

"You have no life ah Ja?" evidently not.

Cos I am a lamer. Deal with it.
I have everything I need right here
food and internet.

And on the internet you can find, love, entertainment
work, porn (food or otherwise),companionship, friendship

I mean like WHY would I have to go out right?
Unless I am a plant and need photosynthesis
But I am not, I am all flesh and bone,
beating heart beneath my breast baby, feel me.

So SO SO better mood right?
Sorry I was so dark but heck people, I am human!
Gimme a break.

So anyway, back to wi-fi and technology,
Dadman and I were finishing tonight's bottle
when I went to run my bath, but then,
I actually contemplated a shower
so that I could then have more time before bed
with my laptop

But the thought of having to climb three whole flights of
stairs to the upstairs shower deterred me.

"I wish there was a waterproof laptop
so that I could take it in the bath with me..."

Dadman, "You do know baths are for relaxing Aja?"

"Of course! Laptops, technology, emails,
browsing, writing, that's all relaxing!"

Then he shook his head at me like I was one of
those stereotyped asian computer geeks in movies.

Tell me the rest of you don't share this idea with me
that a computer in the bathtub would be the bomb?

Alcohol

I am cooking supper
Dadman is chatting to me while I cook, as he normally does.

Today the subject is Air Asia flying to London.

We have had a glass of white each.
"May I have another please?" I ask when I
drain the dregs of my glass
"Yes, but I am waiting for the next bottle to chill," says he

I spy a bottle of red on the kitchen counter,
2 inches left over from new year's, and pour.

"I'm not alcoholic, it just needs to be finished" I say
to no one in particular.

"Yeah" Dadman says. I can hear the smirk in his voice
"You're not an alcoholic".
During and after dinner, we polish off another bottle.

Then I have pudding with some lethal brandy cream.

I think I might be drunk.

Bon nuit!

You Might Need Somebody

Randy Crawford's You Might Need Somebody
is haunting me.

A few weeks ago I heard it, randomly, twice
and made mental notes to download it
but I didn't know what it was

Yesterday, walking through the train station
I caught a snippet of it again
and today, I went online to ask my aunts
singing the lyrics all wrong, but at least they got it
gave me the title, so I downloaded it
then had to rush out and when I turned on the radio
guess what was playing?

So weird. Since its so old-school
and hardly ever played nowadays.

A Day with the YM

I hardly sleep the night but only get out of bed at 11
(well technically I got out at 9 to
lug the bare Christmas trees out for disposal)

As soon as I go upstairs YM pounces on me,
shoving a sheaf of hand-drawn comics into my hands
it is entitled "The Burka Babes"
and covers things like "How to look sexy in a Burka"
"Other uses for a burka" (Post box etc)
and the like, politically very incorrect
but oh-so hilarious

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Because Dadman is forgetful
YM has made me write out and sign a contract for the procurement of
theatre tickets next July
"But I won't be here!" exclaim I
"Yes I know!" he yells

then the tone changes.

"Please please please
can't you just stay longer? An extra 3 months?"

I feel horrid.

Then I say,"No YM, I really have to go home
and spend time with my family and friends before I am off again."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later we are off in search of a Japanese restaurant that
Leyna introduced me too
I know roughly where it is, but he has the
map and insists that I trust him and let him
navigate.

"Right, where do we go then?"

"Straight," says he. "Then when you get to the end,
go straighty lefty."

:O
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We have had an absolutely massive japanese meal
sushi, sashimi, teriyaki, seafood cha-han
and then we drive to the cinema
the Santa Ana equivalent (cept we have no dessert)
is just about blowing me off my feet
its so hard to even get the car door open

When we get in, YM asks if he can have a drink
"Yup as long as its not sugary," I say
"Diet Coke, or water or non-sugar added juice or something,"

YM pouts, I know what he wants
an ice-blast or slush or whatever but I am not having it
I know he can't be hungry or thirsty as we just had a meal.

"Fine, don't want anything if you won't let me
have what I want, even if what I want is cheaper" he says

"I dont care if its cheaper, you don't need it."

There's Aja putting her foot down.

Later, we sit in the dark cinema
"I'll die of thirst just to spite you," he whispers
and proceeds to croak, cough and clear his throat through
the trailers.

And really, I know my leaving is far away
but I am going to miss this kid (oops, young man, I mean)

London

At 10.15 am, I left home for the train station
it being Sunday meant that trains were less frequent
on this particular one, it meant track repairs as well
meaning I had to take the train from Cardiff
to Swindon, bus from there to Reading
and train to Paddington
then tube to Picadilly Circus.

Half an hour early I found myself drawn magnetically to
Chinatown, where the B and I somehow ended
up whenever we ventured out
us, lovers of dumplings
I felt sad, then told myself to fucking get a grip
then just headed to the National Portrait Gallery
to see this, (good move because it was fascinating)

Later I met Mor and we had tea and scones
at Fortnum & Mason
then she got loss in Virgin like a kid in a candy store
then we caught a cab to the Savoy

Service was top-notch
Mor impressed the sommelier with her choices on wine
he seemed quite keen when he walked me all the
way out of the restaurant, through the lobby and to the door of the
ladies' when I merely asked for directions
but really, who cares?

I had Foie Gras Parfait to start and
we both had the Roast Rib Eye with the works
for mains, accompanied with by a brilliant syrah
dessert came in the form of passionfruit creme brulee for me
and chocolate mousse,cake thing for her,
with a glass of tokay
possibly the height of sunday roasts

And really good seeing Mor, letting her let off steam,
considering a trip to Copenhagen too, something I really want to do
by 8.30 I was on the train to Westbury, by 10.30 changing trains for Cardiff
by 1 am, stepping out of a cab in front of home.

About 8 hours of travelling.
Was it worth it? Yeah.

Catherine Tate

This is the stuff you watch when you live with a 14 yr old (=

I AM HAPPY!

Okay people out there who keep
emailing and texting
and indirectly asking other people why I am so sad
(yes you, Webby)

I am not sad, I am happy.

I did as Pete ordered and I thought about a person with
abnormally short arms and an itchy arse
or a person with abnormally short legs trying to get onto a horse
and a person with one leg longer than the other
trying to run for the bus and helplessly
going around in circles

and I am happy. Happier then I'll ever be,
then I've ever been.

Really wan.
Just period mah, end of my holiday mah.

On the train from Prague to Cesky Krumlov

 

This Time Last Week

It was a cold, foggy morning in Prague,
we left Miss Sophie's
and trundled to the metro, making sure
we had just enough Czech crowns left for metro and bus ride
to the airport

When we got on the bus though, we were told we had to buy
another ticket, with no Czech currency left
I shot the B an evil look
(because it's never my fault) and asked
the couple in front if they might exchange some money
with us for the various other currencies that we had,
they gave us 60 Crown (1.5 pounds) and wouldn't except
Pounds, Dollars or Euros in return

The kindness of strangers, floors you every time
Only later did I find the 200 Crown in my jacket pocket.

Once at the airport I sat on my luggage and watched the
screens for our check-in desk to open
this is something you have to be vigilant about because
as soon as it opens there's this mad stampede towards it
and the line can wend around for quite some length

Lucky, observant me spotted the two Easyjet employees
walking to the desk, tell-tale corners of the orange stickers
flapping out of their folders
(thank god Daddy drummed 'Be more observant!' into me)
First in line! (felt very much like the Chinese tourist,
but at least I didn't bring a picnic breakfast)
"Wow, how did you know it was them, and where to go?"
said B
"I'm just really smart," said I

The B craved a 'hot breakfast'
(even though I explained that people hardly
ever do hot breakfasts in Europe)
we combed the airport anyway, and found a
serving counter that had scrambled eggs and sausages.

"But look!" Said I, "They have schnitzel, they have goulash
9 days here and we have had neither!"

"Well then, get some,what's schnitzel anyway?" came the unaffected reply

"Okay, we'll have eggs, sausages and schnitzel now,
then take the goulash on the plane,"

"How are we going to eat goulash on the plane?"

"We'll manage."

2 hours later, the whole row of us, we're giggling
like schoolgirls, trying to use plastic coffee stirrers
as chopsticks
as the B held goulash container almost full with gravy
aloft trying not to spill.

Turbulence can be a real bitch.

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Stansted Airport. Take a book if you're going.
Immigration queues snake, slow on the move
Its packed back-to-back
arab families are sitting on mats on the floor
eating with fingers.

I am shaking as I approach the turban-ed immigration officer
(not because I am an illegal,
but because of the last horrific immigration experience
with the crabby bitch who's husband probably left her for
a young asian woman)
he looks through my documents
nods slightly, asks this and that
and I am through!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They are having a house party, the Talls and their friends;
we frantically dash about Tesco looking
for chips, dips and what not

My cousin stuffs hardboiled eggs
I taste the filling, "What? Just yolk and mayo, no onion?"
I bitch, "garnish with gherkins!"
Later she will tell everyone that the gherkins were
my idea, and they will compliment me as they should.

As we move around the kitchen, the boys
sneakily try and steal food behind our backs, and get caught
and more boys arrive, big strapping rugby players
lugging crates of Heineken, Coke and Magners

The fridge is filled to the brim
then a gigantic bucket on the floor
then the night begins to fast-forward

We play the new Taboo, two people play the piano
one a proper pianist, the other uses their crotch
someone else brings champagne
we munch- pistachios, loaded potato-skins
doritos, crudites with hummus, sourcream, salsa
cocktail sausages

5 guys sit on the gay guy
I fall asleep and am shaken awake at countdown
rushing out on the street last as the fireworks start
shots of absinthe that I duck away from
Catch the Sugar Cube with your mouth competitions

Now the boys are snorting port
one Tall falls asleep, the other sways to music in the living room
we play the -stick-the-card-on-your-forehead game
we play the slapping game
We laugh and hoot and curse and dance.

And then, everyone is gone.

And the house is an absolute mess.

And that was New Year's Eve.

I wake up on New Year's day and cook us all
some good, hangover helping
maggi curry mee with sausages, eggs and chinese leaves.

Fitted Sheets

Are a real bitch if you have to iron them
goddamn, do I hate ironing fitted sheets.
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Chocolate. Is everywhere in this house.
I brought handmade marzipan and liquor filled chocs from Prague
Upstairs we have 2 gargantuan boxes from Hotel Chocolat
by the fruit bowl we have a box of chocolate filled with turkish delight
and just now, on the kitchen, an open box
of baileys cream chocolates
"This is not fair!" I annouced to Dadman as I walked by
and automatically popped one in my mouth
"We can't have open boxes tempting us at every turn."
He merely chuckled and handed me another.

Hey would you look at that?
No tears today, go me!

I think that is partly attributed to the fact that
last night/this morning I finally told the truth about something
thats been clawing its way out of my skin
for months.

You know how sometimes, you don't want to lie
but its the best thing to do at that particular time
because you yourself don't know what the
hell is going on inside of you
and you don't want to cause other people stress?

Anyway I'm relieved, its such a huge burden off my chest
but I know its not over yet.

I was thinking,
I have never mentioned new year's resolutions
never been one to make or even think about them
why? Is there nothing that I would want to change
or do better in my life?

Hmmm.

I'd like to think I am trying continuously
thats why there's no need for a resolution.
~~~~~~~~~~

10 days in the Czech Republic and you know what the one
thing I was craving immensely when I came back to the UK?
A cup of tea.

But taking the trip made me realise one thing
that's pivotal in my decision-making for the coming year
I am not ready to give this up yet, other countries.

In the hostel, I listened to conversation buzz
around me, all these transients
spending the festive season away from home,
choosing the thrill of travel
'Where are you going next?' the frequent question
Split, Wroclaw, Bucharest,
Istanbul, Como
The oohs and ahhs, the bubble of advice, recognition from those
who have been, the interest from those who haven't

Though I miss home, I miss my family
my girlfriends, I am definitely not ready to come home
for an extended period of time
even if Penang is now becoming damn cosmo
with its Beard Papas and Chillis and TGIF etc (=

But I really hope all that doesn't overshadow
or crush its old-school charm, its what I love best
the living breathing heart of Penang.

There is no better time than now.

Christmas in Prague (Old Town Square)

Excitement

Today I went to Tesco
in toe-socks and flip-flops
in what is supposed to be the height of winter.

I wonder what these people think when they see me?

And now I sit in the kitchen,
drinking for eleven
as I prepare supper for the family.

This Sunday I go to London again to dine at
the Savoy Grill, thanks to MOR and Gordon Ramsay
not forgetting tea at Fortnum & Mason
Just a day trip, but just the trick to get me
out of this doldrums.

Life-savers, much appreciated and seem to pop
up at the right times (=

Colours

There is light and there is dark
and I suppose knowing what you have
isn't as good as knowing you could lose them
in the blink of an eye, and cherishing it all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Depressive as I was, I went online
to seek solace in my newfound wi-fi
there I found my Penang Aunt (PA) online
I had just been planning to email her.

But seeing as she was there, why not use the new MIC?
(thank you!)

I beep her, she answers
Japan Aunt (JA) is there to, so is the little Coro
the connection is bad ..*static static*..
all because of the Taiwan quake they tell me
one is talking..breaking in and out
the other is typing, I can hear her
but I see no words in front of me

"Eh," I say into the headset "Why can I hear your sister typing
yet not see the words?"

"Huh?" says my aunt in the static

"Okay, I will type what I speak," I say
My aunts chorus an 'OOOhhhhh'
"Are we like parrots? Aren't we like parrots?" they squeal
behind them, the little Coro, my 5 year old half Japanese cousin
who is trying to watch TV,
screams "URUSAI!" at them.

"What's 'urusai'?
"Urusai means 'noisy'", explains JA, "the dog is telling us to shut up!"
"Don't call me dog!!"
my pint-sized cousin squeals in jap accented english

"Your mother is on her way over, stay online," they tell me
as we switch from Google Talk to MSN so that
we can use the webcam and mic,
so that I can see them.

At this point I would lobby for someone who cares
enough to send me a webcam, but I already did that with my aunts.

Mom and 2 aunts are now,swooping in and out
of webcam vision as they all chat at the same time to me
The little Coro is curious about how I can see the same
things he can see onscreen
"Show me your teeth Taka! Show me your teeth!"
I shout.
He bares gums and neat teeth, as my mother explains the workings to him
and my aunt calls him 'dog' again and he screams "Don't call me dog!"
(dog is an affectionate term my family uses)

My cousin is now standing on the chair
having figured out the mechanics, he does dances for me
as the others all talk in tandem;
he then starts lining up his ultramans in front of me

"Beard Papas," they are saying,
"Have you had?Its come to Penang! Remember when we saw it in Paragon
Bangkok and went crazy?"

"I wasn't at Paragon," I say

I remember that Aunt Mill was talking about them
when we were in Tokyo but I can't get a word in
because these 4 won't stop talking.

"Anyway, your mother has come to collect the
Beard Papas that we bought her" JA says

"Eh, can I have one ah? Let me just pop it in my mouth
and show her onscreen how good it is lah.." says PA

With that the 3 of them are crowded in front of the camera,
mother opening the box, JA adjusting the webcam view
PA taking out a plump puff and biting it so that I can
see the fluffy cream ooze into her open mouth.

Bitches.

"Is it better than Ritz?" I ask

In the background JA says "Its better than Chinese Devil Curry!"
PA shouts "She said Ritz la dog! Not Ribs!"

My mom looks into the cam and narrates
"You see Ja, they thought you were talking about
Aunty Mill's ribs, not Ritz cream puffs!"

The 3 of them are laughing, howling hysterically into the mic and camera,
so am I.
The dog is still waving his arms like a maniac.

Then my family turns serious
'Tropical storm warning, so if you come online and don't see us tomorrow,
we're all gone!" they tell me, ominously

I get a sudden good view of PA,
"Eh, what happened to your hair?"
behind her, JA shouts "SEE? I told you!"
"Ja, as soon as I walked in the door, I told her she looked like a
PONDAN!"

PA turns the spotlight on my mom instead pushing her into view
"Look, don't you think she needs a haircut?"
"Yeah, needs some shape" I mumble
"You're just jealous cos my hair is longer than yours!" retorts mother to me

"What about me, me, me?" says JA pushing through her sisters
"You see Ja, I just woke up and look at my hair..don't you think it looks good
for someone who just woke up?"

"Er, I feel like I am being put in a spot.."

"Well I am the one with the most money here!" says JA
"Besides, the truth prevails."

"Hmmm, yes your hair looks best amongst the 3!"

"Look!" says JA pulling up her shirt
"I shaved my armpit hair!You see now no luck already!
come here, buy number also never kena once!"

At this point I am laughing so hard my sides hurt.

Then JA sighs and turns to her sisters "Eh, how long do I have to entertain this dog?"
My mother and PA raise eyebrows
"You're the one who pushed in front of us to
show off your hair!"

and with another flash of naked armpit, JA is gone.

Later, they all crowd around again to say good bye to me
(after demanding to know why I had to go).

(=

Nothing like crazy family antics to cheer things up.

Running A Depressive Theme

If you do not wish to hear me whine,
dismiss yourself from this blog
this theme will run for at least a week.

I am a wallower, so there.

Exhausted or not, sleep brought no relief, I was up at 12
at 3, at 6, at 9, YM begin to potter about in the kitchen
and I opened my eyes
and thought "God not this fucking nightmare again"
somedays you just wish you could curl up into
a ball and not face reality.
Bawl.

Then I hear YM squealing through my door
at something in the kitchen
"Oh my god, oh god, oh..eeww"
I am afraid he's hurt himself so I dash
into my robe and out the door
"What's wrong?"

"Jemima is eating a mouse on the kitchen stoop"
he announces, turning towards me
he takes one look at my face and scoops me into a bear hug
I must look like shit.

We have breakfast, though I don't feel like eating
the bloody mouse has completed the turning of my belly
I layan him, because he is doing his utmost to cheer me up
he offers to make me breakfast even
and I do feel slightly better

Then its time to drop him off
I go to get my bag, and in it find
a note left unseen til now
a mere scrap of paper that
I don't even need to unfold to know what it is
one look and I am collapsing on my bed
a broken dam again, til YM summons me
in the car, he hugs me again

I apologise again and again for being 'such a girl'
he laughs and tells me its okay, so long as I cry
when someone is there to comfort me
and dont cry so much that I am blinded
and crash the car.

Friggin PMT without the P.

Hey Ohh