The
nightmare has officially started again. I sit here with swollen eyes typing out
the nightmare that had gone on just a few hours ago. Lethargy seems to drag me
from the inside, a hallmark of bad sleep. The day looks gloomy as a huge cloud
looms above the skyscrapers of KL city. It has been such a long time since I
last woke up this near to the city and once again I am reminded of the sounds of
morning traffic, and exhaust tainted oxygen. This place however seems to be
hidden from the hustle and bustle while still having a good look at it. Think of
it as a traffic police being hidden away in the bushes.
Back to
the story. I am beginning to think that it is an annual occurrence where I get
kicked out of the house. Last night after a session of lewd accusations and more
alleged crimes of slag-ism yours truly was once again put on the streets. This
time with no grandma’s house to run to. Perhaps July has a way of screwing
things up. NB: Do not be in KL during July at any point.
Makes me
wonder where my fault is at this time. Or can I cleanly blame this on her? I’m
up to my ears in problems as it is, and more from her is definitely not
something I need to remedy this. Many of you might want to say that she does
what she does out of love, but think for one second what you would see of it I
were a mere cat on the street (pun much intended) minding my own business and
here comes this person who decides well she needs to bat you with a stick for
your own good. Makes me wonder if you ask me. So anyways back to the conundrum
of false accusations. As of today, I’m newly christened the ‘girl who
wrecked her friendships and the girl who screws up her friend’s sons’.
Wow this suddenly sounds like a high school bitch fight. And to add
paparazzi glitz and glamour to it, I have allegedly been spreading rumours about
her gambling, smoking (which she does anyways, the world ain’t blind) and
drinking. All that’s needed to round it up would be a guy snatch (which in
this case would be my dad, yergh!) Oh wait a minute, she has gone there! Yeah
jealousy over why I choose to tell my dad things and not her. Well take a hint
for god’s sake woman. And oh the best of all… the funniest of stories, she
thinks shoving Aaron’s name at my face was gonna make me feel ill or that
it’d break me. And the woman hasn’t learned still. Sometimes I think she’s
the one that can’t get over him. Cor! Either that she has no comprehension
that moving on means to forget and void oneself of all feelings i.e hate, lust,
love, jealousy and the works.
Crashing
at a mate’s place and waking up with eyes so swollen you can’t even open
them is not my idea of starting the week. And they say Monday’s bad, they must
not have seen my Tuesday.
The air
cond dudes are here to clean the oldest air conditioner I have seen to date. Or
at least it looks older than it might be. Either the air cond reeks of pungent
pee like smells or the rusted iron the dude has just bzz-ed off smells like it.
Either ways, not a pleasant smell to add to this insane morning.
I remain
planted on this seat while Tricia and CQ travels from across town to come pick
up this poor homeless Kat. Questions remain ever so apparent with term dates so
close by and hell seems to have broken loose again for the kabillionth time.
Will I go back to school? Could I
use this to back my need to get out of here? Oh and someone please answer me,
how the hell am I gonna break it to them when the organisers ring up asking me
to pack up and check in?? Help.
I feel
migraine lurking by. Creeping slowly into this fragile head of mine. Lack of
oxygen induces migraine, stress and incessant weeping ala 3 year old causes
migraines and then there’s my mom that is the migraine of the day.
Sometimes
I wonder if they found me in the bin… If perhaps I am da original dustbin
baby. I reckon Isabelle aint half wrong, since neither of them two were there to
see when I was born. Gawd… fumes from fresh paint must be getting to me.
11.15am,
Tricia aint here yet. And I haven’t rang my client to tell him I can’t
deliver today and possibly in the next few days. I think what someone told me
last night is true, I’m no kid, neither am I a full adult in my own rights.
For god’s sake I don’t even turn 21 till October. And no I think it’s
rather unfair Britney Spears decided that not a girl not yet a woman be the
title to her song. She’s got her millions, house and car. She can walk off and
not worry about her bank account while you’ve got ‘not a kid not yet an
adult’ me here wondering when my next pay will come in. I am considering to
tell my client to just refund me my travelling expenses for this month. I
don’t feel I’ve done much although I owe at least 2 strands of grey hair
each day to this project.
I take a look outside and the tress look lovely, foliage. Leaves are arranged on branches to mimic canopies. Alright now Kat, too much paint fume again there.
I ought
pack up now, they should be arriving soon and I don’t want them to wait after
having come all the way.
If there’s any sentence I could use now it’d be God Save The Kat.
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