Tuesday, January 11, 2005

My keys, my keys, Where thou are you, my Keys?

Wat's the probability of losing your bunch of keys in YOUR OWN house? And pathetically, got stuck at home alone. The sad thing is, the only moment you can hear the familiar clinging sound of the keys is dinner time, when the whole family is back. Wat's the probability of getting trapped inside your own house not more then once? Each time feelin so fed-up that you can tear the house down, while waitin for the family members to come back so you can be let loose outside? Wat's the probability of not only stuck in your OWN house before, but in other people's house too? It was at Kel's house. But the funny thing is, the keys with not missing but, the lock was magically crooked, which we duno y aso, We had to knock the lock back into position, before the lock finally released itself. Resulting Your Highness being late for the then Public Speaking Class.

Wellz, The probability of these damn things would be much lower, much much much lower, than striking the damn nearly-impossible-to-strike 4D. 1 out of 9999, I'm still able to 'tio' this suay thing so many times. Now I wonder, why my numbers for 4Ds always din even come out at all, since i'm ever so goddamn lucky in a way. Not even the top 3 prizes, Consolation ma bo!

Frankly speakin, is it something's wrong with me, or with the house [regardless which one, refer to the top]. I might be unexpectionally pea-brain careless, but wat explains the incident in Kel's place too? I'm not the one who had the grave responsibility of keeping the keys wat! So careless is not excatly the word right, den waT?! In this case, if they are linked, The only reason I can think of is: I've this warm and lovin aura around me that touches the houses so much, resulting them wana keep me in, thus lockin me within their clutches, so they can experience my love. Ahhhh..... That explains! No wonder... *rolls my eyes in beam*

Never mind that, the weirdest thing is, I just went out an hour ago to have a fag. Then, the next minute, or shall I say, Hour, the damn key disappeared. Into the thin humid air! Which I wonder why aso. Playin hide-and-seek huh. I had to go and change back to my home-clothes [i'm already prepared to get my butt out of the house], wash my face, and start searchin for the littly-littly-throwin-a-unreasonable-temper key. Waste my time, waste my effort, waste my makeup, and waste my water [wash face wat!].

Great. Now, I cant go school to do testing for my Procoi project, while the rest of the group members is workin their asses off, I get risked being labeled as irresponsible. I cant go century sq to meet the guys for Seed of Chucky, while they gather in century square happily, I get risked being labeled as anti-social. I cant go get my Escada Perfume, while the rest of the people smells so sweet, I get risked being labeled as stinky. I cant go out and have a fag, which in this case, is no big deal anyway. But the thing is, I cant meet anyone everyone, and risks being labeled as 'dao' by anyone everyone. Ok, Damn Exaggerating. I know they arent tat mean. They are good people. They are my friends. And good girl gets good friends, yeah? Btw, the emphasis is: GOOD GIRL.

So...... Taad!

beautiful memories on. 3:36:00 pm x ........................................