Expect a rant.

0530- Woke up, got ready called a cab for 0645. Was told to wait for confirmation. Stupid taxi fares.

0615- Taxi co. said no cab in the vicinity. Again stupid taxi thingy ma jiggy.

0630- called them again. No cabs still.

0702- Packed in final stuff and begin dragging bag outside. Stef called and begin frantic spazzing tirade with her. She was the one who'd accompanied me till almost about 0300 because I couldn't sleep. Am turning into a total Morticia.

0730- Finally got on a bus. Got to LRT station. There was this kid not more than 13, who'd offered to help me. God bless him. Super skinny, totally would've broken his bone if he'd attempted carrying my bag.

0747- On the way to KL Sentral. Standing in a cramped train with something rubbing against my side. A silent torture. Mode of distraction. Repeating Emily Bronte's Love and Friendship over and over again.

0810- Got down to the waiting area for the KLIA Transit. Got an entire seating area to myself. Awesomeness. Wanted to sleep on the train. It was rocking ever so slightly like a mother lulling her child to slumber. But NO. Stupid freaking body alarm shit had to freaking keep me conscious.

0857- Reached KLIA. Found a place to sit and eat. The simple apple danish was 8.90. 8.90!!!!!!!!!!

0931- Ambling around KLIA when news came over the com that flight got cancelled and postponed to 1400. -Insert choiced expletives-

1037- At McD's. Onlining. Got a free lunch voucher thing which I highly doubt I'm gonna use. Stupid flight getting delayed.

To be continued. The continuous flow of warm tea had slightly left me in a happy buzz and seeking the nearest toilet and a nice bench. FML. Double Triple FML.

Oh for the love of my kolo mee!! I shall prevail. *determined* *determined*

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Dear Rachel @ Rachel Roxie @ George @ Mei @ Whatever the hell it is you call yourself these days,

You are my bestest best friend in the whole wide world. Never forget that. Growing up, we were forced to improvise because we were the only two children in a house of people in their golden years. Thus, we had to rely heavily on Barbie dolls, books, Lego, Happy Meal toys. Imagination and improvision was what, and is still what we are most best at.

Being you older sister has taught me alot. I had to, first and foremost, think about you in whatever I am doing. Will it affect you? Will you be jealous if I were to buy a particular shirt that you would most likely like as well? A million questions but soo little answers. I remember those days we begrudgingly cooperated so that when mum got home, she wouldn't take out on us. It was our way of survival. It was the only way we got through.

I can't say I remember much of our childhood. I fucking hated it as you well know. It was seriously fucked up. I knew things that you didn't and those things were blisteringly clear to me, but non-existent to you. Because you were my little sister. I had to shield you from all the burdens that I, as your older sister had to carry. I don't deny it. I suffer from self-induced amnesia of those days. But I remember you most. My constant companion amongst the bitterness. Your first day into Primary school... God! I was trying super hard not to cry that day. Though I was happy that you would be joining me in this new adventurous foray into the unknown, I knew then, at the age of 9, that you were no longer little. You looked spiffy in your hand me down uniform and you looked positively adorable. In the years that followed, every time you tried to hug me or kiss me in school, I would push you away. I wish hadn't. Because now I want a little lovin and you won't give me no more!! (Look at my D face. D:) You're turning 17 in a few days. Soon, you'll follow me into the college life; full of hedonistic funtastic crazy boundless endless potentials. My... How time flies. You're taller than me now.

I know you felt abandoned the day I left for KL. I'm sorry, love. If I had a reason to stay in Kuching, it was you.. But I can't. You know very well as I do why. You never know, but I was trying my best not to cry when you were choking me half to death with you shit-inducing hug. When I got pass the immigration counter, it felt like I was leaving a part of me behind. You'll always have a piece of my heart in your hands, Georgie. Please don't break it.

But always remember this. I love you. No matter how my life turns out, no matter how far I go, no matter where life takes me, no matter who I become at the end of the day. I love you and I want you to know that whatever you choose to do with your life, I'll always be there for you. I'll play the little roles and the big roles for you. You'll always be MY little sister and no one can ever take that away from you or me.

Love always,
Charissa @ Charie @ Fred @ Chey @ Jgabrielle @ Whatever I turn into by midnight.

Dedicated to the one and only Abultra. You are the chicken of my life.


The Chicken
by Jgabrielle

There's a chicken
In my basement
There's a chicken
Living there
There's a chicken
In a cardboard box
And I don't know
Who put it there

There's a chicken
In my basement
There's a chicken
Clucking away
There's a chicken
Somehow eating
The feeds I left for
My hamster Carol

There's a chicken
In my basement
There's a chicken
Scratching away
There's a chicken
It's not happy
I think I have to
Let it out.

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