I'm ill. That's the first thing that I'll say. I hope that I get so ill tomorrow that I'll be able to skip school as well and not disappoint all my classmates who believe that I'll be taking off until after the holidays. As a passing remark, the Malaysian Ministry of Education should really contact Chinese Calendar publishers because according to the calendar hanging in my kitchen, I'm supposed to have a TWO-week holiday. I'm not saying that the MMOE is a cheat or anything, but I'm only getting...ONE.
Looking on the bright side, ONE is better than NONE, notwithstanding the difference of a single letter. I thank God that I'm actually blessed enough to finally have a girl to go out with me. She's my sister. If anyone were to ask me, I'll feign a amateurish command of English and tell them that she is my REAL sister. Hehe. That brings a smile. I am, after all, looking forward to our outing. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I haven't decided which, my brother's coming along. Their relationship is, as Facebook so accurately labels it, complicated. I can only safely describe our outing as not-a-date.
We, meaning Sarah (that's my sister) and I, have a growing amount of promises to each other. Things like, I'll always protect her even after I get a girlfriend; we'll find each other anytime we're sad; along with going out frequently together in the future, especially once I hit varsity. My brother and I have recently also extracted promises from each other, the most recent being that we'll completely fund the outing next Tuesday. That means that one of us will have to be holding Sarah back while the other pays. XD XD I'm sure we'll all enjoy ourselves.
Sometimes I wonder if all girls have it in for us guys. I mean, a girl leads you on only to reveal that she already has a boyfriend and that after you've made some incriminating remarks too. And then there that kinda girl who just can't commit because she claims that she's been hurt before and doesn't want to be hurt again. What kinda guy dates a girl to have the fun of ditching her? Even playboys do it for the sex. Besides, I'm not that kinda guy.
I also wonder if all our parents have it in for their respective children. I mean, the time is 9:19 and my father tells me that I've got to sleep in 15 minutes. Who the **** **** sleeps at 9:34? I'm very tempted to add a few more exclamation marks and question marks to that.
Another interesting thing is how when you write or type, the same words keep on falling in the same place. Like now: What kinda guy dates a girl to have the fun of ditching her? Even playboys do it for the sex. Besides, I'm not that kinda guy. The two 'kinda guy's fall (once again) in this text editor in the same vertical positions.
Good night.
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