and i don't mean the one on TV, the one with that guy from Angel.

the general rule of having housemates would be first and foremost, reduce irritation to the lowest possible level. one shouldn't irritate the other based on what one's definition of irritating action could be.

shrieking at 1 in the morning, belting out a song and getting the lyrics wrong should be carved permanently, in blood, into that Irritating Actions list. more so if the action will wake up the rest of the household. more so if the shrieking only consists of the same line, over and over, designed to purposely torture a half awake, half in Korea mind.

biar putih tuuuuuuulaaaaaaaang..||PAUSE||. biar putih tuuuuulaaaaaannggg.

or maybe.. the general rule of having housemates should be one shouldn't be having housemates in the first place.
especially if one is a well known hermit to begin with.

There’s this account executive who used to be from Sales who came up to my place to exclaim in a high pitch voice so as not to let anyone in the vicinity miss what she’s about to proclaim, who blurted out that I’ve grown fatter; and in a candid matter, specifically pointed out the obvious fat proportion increase on my face and my butt. So much for the ‘disappear for one year’ theory.

i always knew cheeps blog will be blocked by the authorities one day.
but i always thot it'll be due to illicit contents. not due to advertising.
dude. go n buy the IT guys or nasrang bananas .or something.

after a few hundred days of deliberate slobbing with the occasional reading to keep the neurons alive.. i stepped foot on menara tm. not expecting any changes. except maybe hoping they'd changed San Francissco coffee to Dominoes Pizza. or just Mc D. overpriced coffees are just not the in thing anymore. and the first thing i saw was jin notti. and mawi's face. i actually stood in front of that poster.. trying to fathom notti. and the fact that mawi's face is welcoming people to menara tm, and why we are helping to alert the masses on his attempt at acting. and then i saw the phrase 'jgn naughty-naughty'. owh..the notti jigsaws falls to places. and then i remembered cheeps also approved of mawi.. somewhere along the reasoning that he can sell stuffs cuz he's a people's person. i meant mawi. not cheeps. and another jigsaw piece fits the puzzle. the Mamees sale must've been record breaking.

there was a girl crying next to the stall i'm using in the ladies. it was a heart wrenching, continuous kind of sobbing that makes me felt so uneasy and depressed at the same time. so i attempted a speedy exit. only to collide with her in our haste to speed to the mirrored wall. and continued her sobbing next to me. i tried to resume my escape route.. but she asked for tissue. her face was the absolute picasso. streaks of blacks and blues. the art of semi waterproof eye makeup. she should've used Clinique. it must be a guy problem. if it's an office problem she would've cried in front of her boss wouldn't she. i never asked.. but i heard a positively loaded barfing sound as i went out.
maybe it's not a guy. maybe she just weighed herself. it was post-lunch hour time after all.

owh.. and although kak ina and cheeps adamantly disagreed.. people kept telling me i am thinner now. and taller. somehow. although i wore the same 3" heels that i wore before i left.. and although i weighed practically the same as one year before .. i'd rather believe what people told me. someone once said believing will make things happen. i think i read it in The Secret.
i should've told the sobbing girl to just stay away from her friends for one year.. and she'll come back thinner. barfing into public sinks isn't going to work. unless she can selectively barf out fat layers.