Yes dammit, i know this is the a new entry since the reptilian age. Pfffttt... I could care less.
Anyways, yes lets get cracking. I'm not gonna go rambling bout what happened since last august. Frankly, i could care less. Lets just leave the past behind an focus on the present. Yes, I'm a hypocrite. Go tell that to someone who cares or go churn some milk. I moved out of my house around a month ago. Well, maybe much earlier but that doesn't count as moving since i didn't pay a cent. Anyway, i moved in and told my parents. See the abnormality there? Lemme repeat. I moved in and then told my parents. No? Lemme rephrase that. I moved in and then a week later, told my parents about it.
Yes, yes i know how stupid that was and how i should have expected that response blah blah blah. Again, tell that to someone that cares. So my dad was against it, not the moving out part, he was against moving out alone. He thought that some mega-sized crisis went on between my cousins and me. My explanation was futile. Bottom line is, I'm moving back in and the only chance i get in the issue of moving out is if i do so with my brother.
I'm not against living with family members. Not at all, i love that idea. Everyone looks after everybody and frankly, family understands you most. Thing is I'm afraid of it. Okay, lets tale an example:
1) Everybody lives happily in the presence of little fairies sprinkling fairy dust around.... uhhhh, you get the idea.
2) Something happens and triggers a tension.
3) Arguments break out, blah blah blah...
4) That shit is gonna follow one all the way back to M'sia.
I'm not concerned over number 1 and 2. That's bound to happen. What worries me is numero 3. That's fucked up. I mean, if it was in between friends, its easy, you stay away from each other and in time wounds heal. So what if it leaves a scar, go fucking tribal with it.
However, lets see if one gets into a bad fight with ones cousin. You get back to M'sia, everything is fine and dandy till suddenly, a family function comes up and you have to meet the person. Worse still if her family is siding her which is bloody fucking logic. I think we all can deduce what'll happen then. Can you imagine what will happen if that occurs in between siblings?
So anyway, according to my fathers request served to me Penang style, I will be moving back in with my brother and two cousins. Hmmm... Lets see what happens then.
Apart from that, i have proudly found a profound new hatred towards... kittens. Those fucking cute fluffy kittens. I swear to god I'm this *Points towards space in between cells* close to throwing that fucked up creature off the 9th floor. Lets see how many lives you got asshole!
Lets start from the beginning. My housemates came back from another city with a kitten. Hmmmm, fine by me, they are pretty adorable (Note: The writer has been foolishly deceived by the cat, in common Malay terms: Dianjingkan. Or should that be dikucingkan? Back to the story.) So, with that, the kitten has officially been adopted. Things went fine until at certain times of the day it'll go missing without a trace. Time for solving the mystery of the vanishing kitten. One fine day, i was chilling in my room and heard these rustling sound from under the bed. Yes, i was fucking afraid. I thought it was a demonic rabid mouse digging a hole through the wooden floor. So i looked for the source and there she was, a nice little kitty. Wait, it has add-ons. A piece of fucking turd coming out of its fucking ass! (Note: The author is trying very hard to refrain himself from looking for the kitten and strangling it.)
Is it just me or is that just plain fucked up? Why my room? Why my fucking room? Why? I threw the fucker out and soaped my hands till i lost my fingerprints after that. So i told my friend. He cooly asked:
So where did it shit after that?
Uh, i may be a human of many objectives but stalking a kitten and finding out where it shits every time is not one of them. People never cease to amuse me... I have no beef against keeping pets but letting it roam free and shit in my room? That's... beyond words. That's like trying to understand bloody Picasso's fucking abstract paintings. That also added to my resolve of moving back into my old house... and making me hate kittens.
I dunno, but to me, when you take a living thing under your care, of course its good. You shelter it blah blah blah but you also automatically shoulder the burden of another important thing: Responsibility. You are in charge of its life. Its not just a play thing. A kitten that shits is not a fucking rag doll!
So i end this chapter with shitting kittens... What a pain...
