I itchy backside wanted Chee Kiang to fetch me from Pudu instead of my father who usually drives down all the way. I thought it'd make a good impression on my parents that Chee Kiang would come to pick me up since ... they sort of know a thing or two about us all these while, just that I've played the blur card whenever they ask.

But it was raining cats and dogs and when I reached Pudu, he hasn't even passed the LDP highway. So my put-on persona of damsel-in-distress had to be stripped off while I made my way back to Subang Jaya with the considerably reliable LRT and KTM systems.

=) When I reached KTM Subang he was there waiting for me already. He had that worried look on because I lost my KTM ticket(I know, I'm so stupid) and we freaked out together on the phone when he said that I would have to pay a RM50 fine. I only had RM30 to my name. Luckily it was only RM1.60 that I had to pay. Phew.

When we were hanging out for awhile more until about 1.30am, dad called and said, "Wahhh haven't come home. Pak tor until tak sanggup come back ar?"

Then I hit Chee Kiang on his shoulder excitedly and said, "He sort of knows already!!"

Following day, the family and I were at Asia Cafe for lunch, and my father asked again, "Sooo...hold hands already ar?"

Let's all laugh together-gether. Ha. Ha. HaHAHAHHAHAHAHAA. Ha. *rolls eyes*

I was walking past the fermented toufu shop at that moment and had my fingers up my nostrils and I just looked away shyly from my father and gave a shrug.

Then today during the funeral rites, my Aunty Susie/Godma pestered me, "Eh, when are you going to tell your parents laa? It's a phase of life. Everybody goes through it. It's very normal. Why are you so scared to tell them?"

I said, "Haiyoh, paiseh lah!"

So my Aunty Susie and my brother also all itchy backside want my parents to know. We were in Amcorp Mall at one of of the eateries there and they were talking about the usual topic that all middle age women with teens talk about-boyfriends and girlfriends.

"Your mummy should know la, Jo..!" my aunt said.

My mum, still blur, said, "I think she's confused. Right, Jo?"

My brother butted in, "Celebrated one year anniversary liao la!!"

My mum like cannot hear anything like that. Still acting blur.

My father came back to the table and got wind of it all. He thumped his heart with his hands in a samtong(sakit hati/heart pain) motion.

My parents weren't at all surprised and they didn't say much..

In the car back to Subang, my father was telling me about the specs for my new laptop. Then we talked about my transport back from Kedah for the next trip. He said, "Ask your boy boy to fetch you la!"

I nearly vomitted in the car.

"Don't call until so disgusting can or not?" I scolded back.

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After dropping my brother and my cousin Derek in Sunway Pyramid, they fetched me to the KTM Station. I was finally alone with my parents in the car.

"So...how he ask you to go steady la?" my dad kepo-ed.

"Don't want to tell you," I said.

"How lah? "Can we go steady?" ah, is it like that? So old fashioned ah!" he kepo-ed again.

"You old fashioned lar, ask me until like that.. hahaha." I was damn shy already.

"I think he is a good one. Somemore very smart. Good, Jo!" my dad gave his approval.

YAY!!!! Hahaha.

My mum was like, "You can be interested in each other, but don't get too physical first."

Uerm, o-kaaay. *rolls eyes*

She continued, "Must find someone who loves you and appreciates you."

Wah damn pei man. Hahaha. I was like, "orh." "orh." "orrrhhhh." "Orh." throughout the entire conversation.

Dad gave the last words before I got out of the car, "Remember ar!! In Kedah cannot pak tor, come back only can paktor ar!"

Hahahahahaha. I'm damn happy now that it's all out in the open. :) Immediately, smsed Ck to let him know. As for him, his parents still don't know. His dentist knows though. LOL.

Was having outbursts of smiles throughout the entire commuter ride.

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It's mandarin orange season again!!! This year no sorethroat, thank god.

The big one eat in Subang, the small one bring back to Kedah because more portable!

In these...July, August, September, October, November, December, January...7 months, I'm quite amazed that I've lasted so long.

Since I've been living away from home:-

1) I've not ironed any of my clothes since the first month of living away from home. Hee. I just flap it around to ease out the creases. Got a problem with that?

2) I've got holes in the crotch area of my denim shorts that I've been *meaning* to mend. No, they died because of a heavy dosage of detergent-not by any other means,you sick pervert.

3) I've learnt that dust on the floor doesn't kill you.

4) Ants in my food only mean extra protein. Immuned adi.

5) Smell? What smell?

6) Newspapers are really useful. You can cover the carcass of a cockroach with it so that you do not offend your housemates/you can wipe away cockroach juice/you can crunch it into balls and throw at cockroaches...etc.

7) I've been cooking my housemates dinners FOC because they wouldn't let me chip in for their petrol bill. Tit for tat what.

8) I am an Internet addict. This is no joke. And I don't want to be cured. Coz too much of my precious internet time will be wasted when I'm away for counselling.

9) I've used more colour pencils than I've ever did in the past ....10 years.

10) I can actually be quite a bitch. I suppose it happens when you are forced to live with people.

11) I have socks in my trainers that I've not taken out since the 3rd day I was in Kedah. I just sent it to the dobi last week.

12) I've discovered that chinese coffeeshops have big screen projections of chinese serials that I love.

13) Clogged up hair in the manhole is not a good idea.

14) Ridsect Combat is good shit. No cockroaches for two weeks now.

15) Women who live together CAN actually get their periods together. It's true, I read about it somewhere before. And it is happening now.

16) Understood the price and taste of freedom. (lacking of it, not getting more)

17) Realised that if it wasn't for human connections, I'd have died of boredom a long time ago.

18) Bras don't have to be washed that often.

19) My panties are falling apart due to strong detergent.

20) I've learnt how to order cold chinese tea in Hokkien. Sing Ket Teh!

He sounded frustrated and said that he can't find any spare parts for my laptop as it was too old.(november 2003).

So he said, "I'm getting you a new one lah."

I felt so incredibly guilty. You know usually you'll be damn happy when you get something grand like this from your parents? I could not.

He asked me not to spend so much money ..and the tone was one of grief and disappointment.

I could only say that I was sorry and that I was very grateful before putting down the phone quietly. I was really upset about making him upset. My human developmental notes became a tearry blur. Go and condemn me for being such a baby. But it's just the guilt lar.

I always fuck up and cost him money. In 2004, it was the road bully who extorted RM500 off me. in 2005, it was that minor car accident in USJ3 which cost a further RM470.

Now, this.

JOLENE LAI PEI SHAN~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But actually I'm feeling better because dad called me again today during biochemistry class to let me know that the comp's coming in two weeks. I said sorry again and he said, "it's not your fault..just work harder in your studies."

Hehe, I'm feeling much better now. My father has a strange effect on me.

I actually feel sad letting go of my Acer 290. I mean back when I was in Subang with wireless installed in the house, I used to touch it first thing in the morning and it would be the last thing I see before I sleep. I'd lug it around the house and put it on my lap. It had more lap-time with me compared to Angel who would scratch it due to jealousy.

Then in national service I even requested for my parents to bring my laptop for me to hold and touch during one of the visiting days. In university, I'm the girl with the horrid backpack and I don't really care because it had my laptop inside.

I will miss my laptop so much..........I'm serious. It's like I won't feel right if I don't see it for just one last time.

Can you actually get emotionally attached to an electronical item? This must be one of the evolutions of human relationships in the digital age.

Since I'm feeling happier, I'll post photos of myself. Even if I get kutuked for the ugliness of it all, I'm still cool.

Ok, I need to go poo now. Bye.