In: General
16 Sep 2005 4:12 pmBefore Malaysian Idol starts (and because no one else was online), I suddenly had the same craving for something cold and sweet -- popsicle! The coveted obscene thing as drawn by Suet Li, struck me as the most obvious thing to consume to satisfy my cravings. So I went to the kitchen, asked my dad where the popsicle containers or whatever you call it are, and searched my fridge and cabinets for some Ribena.
None. So I took Pepsi out from my storeroom and pour it over a few popsicle containers, and sent it to the freezer.
Then watched Malaysian Idol while I vomited violently over comments of how Daniel is cute and has many fans. I’m sure Jien is far cuter and has more fans than dumb lala Daniel has. Despicable young man. To sum it up, Nita and Farah both did fairly well, although not as good as last year’s performances. I’m leaning over to support Farah.. in a way. Haha.
This was supposed to be a happy hilarious post on how my Pepsi Popsicle failed and turned out to be semi-liquid, spilled on the floor, had to clean it, and how I finally dealt with that failed icy food experiment. But after I finished typing that previous para, some convo I had with some friends concerning my bro and my family… knocks out that sunshine, happy, yay-trials-are-over me. But first things first, since I took the damn trouble to snap and upload these pics from a camera with almost dead batteries.
Popsicle should come out with the stick, not stuck inside the container.
Attempting to eat it with hand.
Fuck.
I feel like the worst sibling a family could ever have, vile, evil, heartless. I bet you people thought it in your hearts how can someone not talk at all to a younger brother and even hate it when your friends talk to him. If I know the answer, I’ll let you know, but it’s fucking hard to give a reason why. Over the years we developed a single unspoken system of communicating. Talk when needed.
And I hate it when someone compares my level of relationship with my bro, with Shawn and his sisters, because they have their bringup and we have ours. It’s like comparing, “WHY CAN’T YOU BE SMARTER THAN YOUR FRIENDS, STUPID!” and you know how annoying that is.
I think we’re happier and better off in our own worlds. Honestly. Occasionally yelling at each other, mutter hate words under our breaths, sleep over it, rinse repeat.
(that took me 40 wholesome minutes to think and type it out. Thank you.)
Fuck. Just fuck me to sleep and give me Andy’s freaking yellow sunshine back.

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