Once upon an afternoon.

wahhh~tensionnyer buat bio~~ tension juga buat ESL~~ dan tension juga buat chem.. XD everything is around 80 - 90% complete. i wish i have a template essay or something, because i seriously don't know what I'm doing. to top it off, my printer has broke down. syeesh~ cyber cafe? too darn expensive. i wanted to print my stuffs at my dad's office, but he's too busy. ahhhhhhh~~ tensionnyer~~~

okay. instead of writing something totally depressing, let's write about some of my awkward memories, shall we? this incident happened quite far back, when i was in form 3 i think..

*flashback*

it was like any ordinary day. the merciless Sun shone brightly from the sky, leaving everything under it cower for shade; including myself. my daily walk home from school usually takes about 15 minutes, but under the hot Sun, it seemed like an eternity.

i reached home. dumping my bag on my bed, i went straight to the kitchen. hoping for a miracle, i took a peek under the food cover. empty. sigh. it has been like this for three years, and i kinda used to not having lunch. so why would i even bother.

my hand reached for a bottle of 100+, and i land myself on to a comfortable couch in the living room. turned on the TV. it was a custom for me to watch mouth-watering cooking program whenever I'm hungry. suicidal TV watching? go figure.

a few moments later, my not-so-little brother got home. he did exactly the same things that i did before. but i was too hungry to laugh at that time.

suddenly, i heard the front gate slide open again . i was too tired to go and peek at the windows, so i signalled my bro to go and take a look. maybe mom came home early. and brought food with her. all i can think about was food.

but it wasn't mom. my bro took a peek at the windows, and he ran inside his room.

"weyh, ko lari asal? sape datang?"
"tak tau! sape ntah!"
"yang ko lari nape?!"
"aku takut ah! aku x knal sape!"

yup. he was such a cowardly boy. still is. did i mentioned that he's afraid of clown?

annoyed, i got up and looked through the window. there were two Chinese boys standing on my porch, one fat and one skinny.

"halooo! ada orang x?"

the fat one shouted. at first, i didn't know how to respond. raised by my grandparents, we have been inadvertently taught that strangers are bad people. sudden images of my grandpa chasing out solicitors and salesman popped into my head. it was funny actually.

i took a second look at those boys. well, they didn't looked like some mafia or Along sent them. they looked innocent, like those who just finished their SPM and was working hard at their part time job.

but damn it! i was not in the mood!
and my mom always told us to just ignore all these things.

but to my greatest suprise, the fat guy just won't leave me alone and knock on the door!
and thanx to my bro, the door was unlocked, so it just swung opened. GAH!
fortunately, the grill part of the door was locked, so at least i'm saved? XD

i had no choice. i came to the door. the two boys just stood there. like a tree stump. maybe they were as suprised as me. i looked at the fat one.

"yes?"
"afternoon miss, were doing a survey on.... bla bla bla.."

and i ended up counting my electrical appliances on that day.

'okay, thank you for your cooperation. have a good day."

the fat was leaving. but not the skinny one. he just stood there like he was love struck. 0_o the fat one literally had to yank him off my porch. as they were leaving, i can see that the skinny one saying something to the fat one.

"weird.."

i shut the door, and got back into position. on the couch that is. my bro still refuses to leave his room. whatever.

a few moments later, i heard another knock on my door. it was the fat guy again! this time, the skinny one was hiding outside my porch. the fat one looked at the skinny guy, and said this to me.

"sorry to disturbed u, but my friend there asked for your number.."
"what?" 0_o
"well, he said u look like (i'm not gonna tell this here cuz it's too embarrassing XD)

the fat guy was blushing. the skinny guy was like ready to jump off a cliff. or maybe into the drain near my house.

me? of course la i was freaked out! what the hell?? i slammed the door on their faces. the fat guy knocked again.

"go away!!"
"sorry if we scared u miss, but we're not bad people.."
"..........."

i peeked at the window again. the fat one was leaving, and so is the skinny one. they rode on the motorcycles and took off.

a few days after that, the skinny guy can be seen around my house on his bike. it lasted for 2 whole week. it's a good thing that we had never bumped into each other when i walked home from school. or else.. uh.. scary. what a stalker.

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looking back at this incident, yes.. i feel a little bit sorry for the dude. and myself. XD