Here it is again yet it stings like the first time.

I'm like two days away from leaving to India. And for those of you who still don't know, I'm going to Manipal to do medicine. ( I feel funny saying it la, I'm probably just not used to it, I think.)



I'm going to be dissecting bodies from now onwards and my blog is going to be filled with pictures of visceral organs and cadavers and I'll probably have a viewer's discretion sign on the top of the page. Wtf la. God forbid. I promise you that my blog will be safe to read while eating and even if not, I'll warn you guys first.



On a different note, I'm feeling pretty sad about leaving. There's so much at home that I'm going to miss. And if I could fit everything in a suitcase, I would bring it all with me. But all that can come along with me are the only small pieces of the entire puzzle. Sigh.



It just hit me suddenly, when I had to choose what Maggi flavour I wanted and when I was buying three-in-one sachets of Milo and Nescafe. It was just like before I left to Subang, but this is not the
four-hour-ride-away-from-home anymore. This is waayy different.



Everybody is telling me that time will fly by and before I know it, I'll be home again. I want to believe them badly but I know that I'm going to miss out on soo many things in this two and the half years period. There will be family reunions, birthdays, engagements and weddings that I'll be missing on.
And I swear I'll cry if my baby cousin doesn't recognise me anymore after six months.



I've been trying to eat all my favourite food here and I just don't think I can have all that I want before I leave. I was trying to memorise the taste of laksa the other day and my sister started laughing at me. I know I probably sound pathetic but I've to live for six months without having all my comfort Malaysian food.



Before I leave, I'm going to memorise every single detail of my home and my room, till every single small mark and the absolute slightest detail is vivid in my memory. And I'll make sure it never does fade away, even the scent of my room and the sound of my dad's lamb chop sizzling on the pan.



This is only the small part of how I'm feeling now and I know it's going to get worse during the last few minutes when I'm leaving all the familiar faces to somewhere far and different and maybe even evil.


Sob sob.

Stayin' alive.

Mmm. I think I've lost the passion to blog. I'd summarize what I've been doing and I end up with zero content.



I've been sleeping my days away, not cause of exhaustion but boredom. I don't even know what day is it today.



I hate being home where there are simply not enough snacks. I wonder how the rest of my family survives. And there isn't any more tissue paper. So sad la my life. No place to blow my nose also.



I'm craving for peanut butter and ice cream. And it has to be satisfied pronto. Or else I'm going to go crazy. Sob sob.



One thing I hate about new books is that I get paper cuts while reading them. I'm so prone to paper cuts la, I don't know why. I always end up with cuts after a night of cramming up for exams.



Sometimes I feel like throwing away all my dirty, folded and disgusting looking one ringgit notes. I don't know why but I rather throw them into the bin then giving them away.



I can't wait for Sunday. Eh, isn't it Saturday already? No wait, yesterday was Wednesday. I don't know la. I've lost track of time. Everyday is exactly the same so I can't distinguish the days anymore.



Maybe I should go to some culinary school and end up making chocolate bourbon pecan tarts and hazelnut cakes with chocolate truffle fillings for the rest of my life.



Or I could run away to fashion school, designing shoes and dresses and live happily ever after.



Or I could be a good girl and listen to my mum, go to medical school and spend the rest of my life killing people.



My cranium is pounding and I'm so sleepy. Which is crazy, considering I woke up just a few hours ago. I think I need help.



Bye bye.

Meet the muttons.

I don't know if any of you guys listen to the radio. Much less 98.7 since it's a Singapore radio station. And there's this show from 8 pm to 12 pm called the Muttons at Midnight which is so so so hilarious.



Okay. Here's the thing. There are two guys, Justin and Vernon, known as the muttons, who are like the funniest people, trust me, they are. And there's this segment on the show called the 'Roast Muttons.' The thing about this segment is people call up the muttons and exchange insults with them. The person who runs out of insults loses and if you win, you get a phone. A very canggih phone, at that.



Cool huh. You insult people and you win a phone. It might sound dumb to you but it's really really funny.



"You're so ugly that when your mum gave birth to you, they called the X-files and CSI crew to arrest you."

"You're so fat that your mum is still giving birth to you."

"You're so fat that when you leave the beach they shouted 'THE COAST IS CLEAR!'"

"You're so stupid you're a kindergarten dropout."

"Justin’s so fat, when he told me his weight, I thought it was the phone number".

"You're so flat, an aeroplane landed on your chest."

"You're so fat that when I swerved to avoid you on the road, I ran out of petrol."



So there. Funny right? Right? It's so catchy, you start playing with everyone else around you. Even my mum was laughing hysterically to all their jokes. And come on, if my mum laughed along, these guys are surely something.



Ooooh. And Vernon can tell really awesome jokes. Here's one.


There are three guys at the toilet. First guy went into the cubicle, and when he came out, he washed his hands and used lots of toilet paper.

Then he looked at the other two guys and said, "I've been taught to be thorough."

Second guy went into the cubicle, came out, washed his hands and used one tiny piece of toilet paper.

He looked at the other two and said, "I've been taught to be environmental-friendly."

Third guy went into the cubicle, and when he came out, he didn't wash his hands, or use the toilet paper.

He then, smirked at the other two guys and said, "I've been taught not to piss on my hands."



Hahahahahahaha.

*hysterically laughing with teary eyes*



Sigh.


The muttons better pay me for this.

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p/s- The results are out on the 17th, which is like day after tomorrow. Damn. It's scarier when you put it like that. And so, this morning my personal message on msn was 17171717171717171717. And Edwin was like, is that your age? wtf man wtf.

Plead the fleeting moment to remain.

Dr Santha kept asking me to stand next to her in this one, and I kept refusing. God knows why but I was so scared to stand next to her.

My so-called date and myself.


Ms Param and us.

The rest of the prom pictures are in my facebook profile. I'm too lazy to upload anymore ugly pictures of myself.

Bye bye.

And somehow, this hell is home.

The finals are over. I'm happy but I know I could have done much better.



I don't know how and I don't care how, but I'm going to awe everyone in medical school. Yes, I'm going to do way better than everyone else, I don't care if I have to raise up the dead for that but I'm going to do it. Oh yes, baby, I am. You scared now? Huh? Huh?



You wait, med school, you just wait for this genius who's going to save lives like she snaps her fingers. (Wait, I don't exactly know how to snap my fingers. Damn.)



Sigh. I was expecting to post something happy and nice since the exams are over and I'm having quite a bit of fun but I typed out all that in a rush before I could even stop myself. So you know what, since I've started ranting, I'm going to continue till I feel better so pardon me.



I can't believe the year has ended so fast. And I can't believe that I'm leaving this shithole already. Tonight will be the last night on my bed here and I can't believe I'm feeling almost sad that I can no longer sleep on this hard, rock-like, on the verge of breaking bed.



Rewind ten months before this, I was complaining about everything. I hated the bed, the bathroom, the whole freaking house actually. I felt dirtier after taking my shower when I first got here. Yes, that's how disgusting the situation of the bathroom is. But then somehow, I got used to it. And I thought I'll never grow on this place but I have. Now, I don't want to leave my shithole. It might be a shithole but it's MY shithole.



God. I'm going to cry now. And I'm so going to miss my friends, my roommate and even my fatass housemate whose laugh that sounds like grating fingernails on a chalkboard. Damn. It's like having a one night stand you know. One fantastic night with someone and then the next morning the person's gone. Only SAM's a year and you have a fantastic year with everybody and then the next year, everyone's gone, heading for different directions.



And no, it does not just stop there. Who has a two minute walk to college, to fastfood and Starbucks coffee? I did. But tomorrow onwards, my life will go back to Cindrella's life before she went to the ball. I sound like some abused child who ran away from home, don't I?



It's not like I don't want to go home. I do. I miss home so much. But to think that it's my last day on this creaking bed is just plain saddening you know. Tomorrow onwards I'm no college student. And I don't know what's in store for me next year. I could end up at some ulu place with no access to Internet, eating Maggi mee every night. Sigh.



And and the SAM results will be in a month plus from now. Which scares me so much too.



I'm packing now and it's so depressing to see everything for almost the last time. Sigh.



I'm about to go to bed and tomorrow, I'm going to leave this place with reluctance and possibly even tears.



Good night, Subang Jaya.

Sent home to be with the Lord.

Note: The following post contains pictures that may be disturbing to some people. Read it under your own risk.



I mentioned in my last post about the biomedical workshop that Benny and I had attended. And I promised to put up the pictures. So yeah, meet Maximillion, the rat.

I think he's adorable. Although I was quite scared to even touch him in the beginning.

Benny and Max. We thought he was a girl at first. Max, not Benny. Then, we found his ....

Waiting to be disected. Such an obedient rat. Okay fine, he was subconscious.


Benny shaved off some of its fur and I started to disect it. And I accidentally, you know, pulled out the guts ( that green thing in the picture ). It was an accident! Really. And then I accidentally punctured the guts too and the shit oozed out. And Benny started to scold me cause of the smell. But it was an accident! I swear!

And then, we found its kidney and started looking for the heart.

Poor Maximillion. Benny and I were just too curious. Sigh.

You live and you burn.

I have severe bacterial conjunctivitis. Yes, don't come near me. My eyes constantly hurt and are constantly red and are constantly watering and people are constantly asking me if I'm crying.



So you see, I can't wear contact lenses for a week which means I have to wear glasses. And I usually only use my glasses during classes, so, when I'm walking around college, I'm half blind. Wait, make it three-quarters blind.



And some people come up to me saying, "Eh, you damn stuck up ah. I say hi also, you pretend don't know ni."



The truth is, I'm actually squinting at everything and everybody I see trying to figure out shapes and sizes and colour. Mind you, I can't even differentiate the opposite sex without the aid of my glasses.



So, if you see me in college, try putting up your hands and wave them wildly in my direction screaming my name out loud. And if I still don't response, then I'm really sorry, okay?



Apart from me being blind, life is pretty much fucked up right now. The trials are coming and I'm still chilling and I know I'm going to freak out at the last minute but I still can't be bothered just yet and here I am, blogging at Starbucks when I'm supposed to be studying.



Oh and I'm supposed to blog about the workshop Benny and I went to last week. We disected a rat and I accidentally punctured the rat's gut and all its shit squeezed out and the whole lab started to stink. But it was fun though. Will post up the pictures and explain in detail soon.



I'm having a headache now by the way. Caffeine overdose, I should think. Stupid trials.



P.S- Alkaline Trio's Burn rock.

P.P.S- Happy 18th birthday, Aravind! Hope you get a hot girlfriend soon.

The old man just got older.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Benny. He wasn't actually a boy, he was an old man. But as we all know, old men live in denial. So Benny thinks he's a young boy. He became 81 years old today but he believes he just reached 18.

HAPPY 81ST BIRTHDAY OLD MAN!

Happy birthday QQ boy. This post is specially for you. Now you owe me a Subway sandwich.

It could be (a), (b) or (c).

1. I didn't have time to update my blog because:


(a) I had fun during the holidays.

(b) I was lazy.

(c) All of the above.



2. During the holidays:


(a) I met up with friends.

(b) Spent one hour maximum trying to read up on chemistry.

(c) All of the above.



3. I came back one day earlier from JB because:


(a) I thought my apartment would be a more conducive place to study.

(b) I guess it's more inspiring to blog here than to study.

(c) All of the above.



4. On my way back here:


(a) I had to endure six hours of controlling my bladder.

(b) I got drenched in rain and I'm having a fucking migraine now.

(c) All of the above.



5. Right now:


(a) I could throw a chicken on Benny's face.

(b) I could use some nice coffee.

(c) All of the above.



6. If you ask why I could throw a chicken on Benny's face:


(a) I don't like the chicken.

(b) Benny was a naughty naughty boy.

(c) All of the above.



And, ladies and gentlemen, if you had picked the answer (c) for every question above, you're absolutely right!


*Claps*



And here's explanation for question number 6:


тнαяαиι says:
heyy

тнαяαиι says:
how was the holidays?

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
apa lu mau

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
sangat stress la

тнαяαиι says:
oops sorry

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
ingat boleh rehat

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
ibubapa pergi bercuti

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya di rumah sibuk masak, cuci baju, cuci tempat anjing

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
pungut tahi anjing

тнαяαиι says:
poor thing

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya perlu pigi lipat baju saya

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
bye bye

тнαяαиι says:
have fun

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya hanya on9 untuk lihat e-mel

тнαяαиι says:
sorry la

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
itu bukan fun

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
itu susah

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
mau study pun tak boleh

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya ambil itu ct3 chem

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
satu perkara saya pun tak tau

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
sudah mati lo

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya mau bye bye

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
bye bye

тнαяαиι says:
bye

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
cakap dgn u pada hari isnin



Grrrrr. Geramnya.

Can you rise to the occasion?

Yesterday was that time where seventeen years ago, a woman was in a constant state of pain because of an annoyingly overactive foetus who couldn't wait to get out. Then at around 10.20 p.m of the 25th of July 1991, the baby squeezed her way out.



And the kid was to be named Tharani Naidu.



25 07 2008 Friday



Sigh. I wasn't really looking forward to this day but of course you know, once in while, you realise that it's your birthday coming and you get a teeny weeny rush of excitement? I did feel that way. And every year the monotony of the day freaks me out, this year I was hoping for something different, for it being my first college year and the first time being away from home.




You try not to think about how the day will turn out.


Focus. Focus. Focus.


Homeostatic control mechanisms are self regulating ones that involve negative feedback.


Remember. Remember. Remember.


But somehow, your mind keeps drifting away and you start thinking about your birthday.


No. No. No.


Bio test on Monday. Focus.


You fail. Your mind drifts away again and you forget about the impending bio test.




At sharp 12 a.m, Sherene wished me. Then, messages came in wishing me a great birthday and a great day ahead and a wonderful year of surprises. Sigh. The bullock this people come up with. But then again, thanks for remembering and I'm glad I was of some importance to these people.




Now, get back to studying, you tell yourself.


But, no, your mind just does not seem to work.


Why? Why?


Shit.


You fight sleep in order to swallow a lymphatic system.


Shit.


You fall into a deep sleep.


Like every other day, you wake up on your birthday like it's just another day.


You randomly pick your clothes and get ready for college.


Monotony. Monotony. Monotony.


You reach on time to class.


Friends wish you. Some don't.


Predictable. Very predictable. Just too predictable.




First period was english. And Sha-maine told Dr.Santa that it was my birthday. Class went on as usual and towards the end of it, Dr Santa asked the class to sing me the birthday song. Now, that was something different. Something I never thought would happen. I was really touched. She doesn't hate me that much after all.




One hour ago, you knew you were going to eat the next hour.


You walk with a bunch of classmates for brunch.


Sigh. A routine choreographed for months.




Sha-maine, Benny, Phui Yan and I went to Subway and I had the usual sandwich. I just don't know why I order the same thing everytime. Just like when I'm in Starbucks. It's always the caramel frap. Don't ask me why. And yes, so we ate and took pictures and talked about Planck's Constant and laughed and had lots of fun. And then we headed down to Starbucks where they got me a slice of chocolate banana pie. Yum. And stupid Benny forced me to eat the cake all by myself and he refused to even take a bite. (Wait, Benny, just wait, on your birthday, I'll make you swallow the sodium thiosulphate solution.)




Then the day goes by, as usual again.


Bio lesson goes on.


As usual, you don't listen to a thing.


Blah. Blah. Blah.




Another break arrives and the four of us again went up to the library to a discussion room and we about to hit the sack there when Phui Yan got a phone call. She and Sha-maine had Physics extra class and so Benny and I were left at the library. So we decided to use the computers and we played a stupid game called the mash game. You know the one where you list down your crushes and cars and places you want to go and calculate and you'll find out which one of your crushes you end up marrying, which car you drive and where you end up staying? Yes, we played the online version of it. Benny would marry Sydney girl but end up as a beggar. Sha-maine would marry pores and drive a duck shit green Ferrari. And well, I had everything good. I will marry him, have 4 kids, drive a red Ferrari, live in Rome and become a doctor. Score, birthdays do bring good luck after all.




Sigh. Classes commence again.


Bo-ring.


Physics. Followed by Chemistry and then Maths.


Blah. Blah. Blah.


You never listen, I wonder how you get away with it.


Somehow you hope there will be a surprise party planned out for you.


But what crap. Who has the time to think for someone else?


Not that you liked surprise parties in the first place.




I reached home after school. Studied bio and was glad that my birthday was just another day. I had instant noodles for dinner just like how I planned I would weeks ago. Declined invitations and was happily slurping Maggi mee.




Time flies. The day just started right?


No, you realise that it's time to go to bed already.


You curl up in bed reading Jane Eyre eating the dark chocolates he bought you while listening to Amaranth repeatedly.


Nice. Nice. Nice.


The day is going to end. Your birthday is going to end.


Sigh. The hype about birthdays.


They turn out to be nothing.


And you realise that you're seventeen.


Just like you expected you would, yesterday.





But I really did enjoy my birthday. Guys, I love the bag. It's fabulous. It's completes me, you know. And I had loads of fun, even the pre-birthday dinner at Kim Gary. Everything was wonderful. I feel like writing a speech to thank everyone for everything. Thank you. Thank you. You know I love you all. Although if the sky falls, I'd save myself first. And no, I'm not kidding.



For those of you who didn't wish me, pay back next year. And for those who have succeeded in making me happy, you can get away even with bullying me.



And wow.




I'm seventeen.

If I could escape.

It's funny how I entered college beginning of this year, thinking that everything was going to be simple and fun. I was looking forward for this year, somehow or rather. And it's so ironic how I thought that things were going to be different and my life would take a change.



I was so sure that all that stress ended with SPM and college life would be of rainbows and smiles.


Oh shut up. Don't laugh.


And on the first day, I realised that I didn't quite much like the people I met. I found eight out of ten people to be weird. Three of which were extreme dumb blonds. One of which was bragging about being the perfect scorer in high school and lamenting her straight A's. Another one was being very kind and nice and was smiling almost all the time, I knew she was a fraud at first sight. And a guy who acted like he was every guy's dream and every girl's fantasy. And I thought these people needed help.



I was the only one from Johor in my class and I got lots of awkward stares when I was to mention I was from JB.



"JB? Is that the place which is always flooded?"


"Whoa. Do you guys have like, malls and stuff like that there?"


"Oh look, I have a classmate from Kluang. Are you guys in the same school or something?"


I was almost glad to hear, "You're from Convent? I've got a friend there." Only to find out this particular friend was in Convent, Batu Pahat, which in case some of you might not know is a good 120 km away from JB.



Why haven't these people realised that Johor Bahru was a village about half a millennium ago? It's a city now. We have roads like you do for God's sake. We have shopping complexes and buildings. The whole city doesn't get flooded by the way and it does not happen that frequently too. Kluang and Batu Pahat are different districts for crying out loud. And no, we don't have chickens running around in front of our houses.


So much for boosting tourism in the country. Why waste millions and millions of dollars when even Malaysians don't remember what that state near Singapore is called?



And so back to the point, just imagine the culture shock it gave me. Of course there were intellectual people around too and so I did find my clique.



The stress of course built up and it got harder to breathe and I, miss-everything-is-going-to-be-great, felt like my face fell flat on the ground. Those who came to college grinning in the beginning, started to look like zombies.



I feel so stupid coming here with a perception and I regret being so superficial. I wonder if things would have worked out differently for me if not. Sigh.



This post was inspired by the college's new intake students. And how seemingly happy they are to be in college and how excited they are to wear lab coats and how they smile all day long like idiots.



Sigh. Little do they know.

You start to wonder why you're here not there.

I think there's something wrong with my blog template. But I'm too lazy to deal with it now.


And I know I haven't been updating my blog for a very time. All because of the stupid wireless at my apartment and stupid Aunty Sonia who haven't been paying the bills.



Last weekend or was it the weekend before or three weekends ago, I don't know, but I went to Malacca with Sha-maine, Phui Yan and Benny on that weekend.


And we stayed at Sha-maine's house and we saw Sha-maine's boyboy and we ate yummy stuff and we bought dodols which speaking of is still lying untouched in my refrigerator and I'm too lazy to type so here are some of the pictures we took there. I'm too lazy to upload the rest of the pictures. It's in my facebook account so go take a look there.

Benny, Phui Yan and me

Sha-maine, Phui Yan and me

The three of us again. I like this picture a lot.

Benny looking retarded.



Benny still looking retarded. Sigh.

But these places and these faces are getting old, so I'm going home.

I'm home. Finally.


You can never guess how much I anticipated coming back here.



Rewind back to Friday where I was sitting in front my Physics exam paper grinning like an idiot even though I couldn't answer a single question on the paper beause I was going to go home. Two months, two long months before I finally can sleep on my bed at home.


Believe it or not, on the way back home, I was listening to Chris Daughtry's Home. That was how much I wanted to be back here.


And to think that when I was here, I sooo wanted to get out. And now that I have, I sooo can't wait to get back everytime.


But I'm home now. The same old sofa, the same old furnitures, the same old bed where I used to cry myself to sleep, my same old bolster which I used to hug tight and the same old blanket which I used to hide under to talk to my crush over the phone.


God. I'm glad I'm finally home.


And I know I'm going to get screwed when I receive my report card within these holidays. But then again, I'm happy.


For now.


And Wei Wern darling, I'll do your tag later. The later that always becomes later.

If a picture says a thousand words, I say a million.

Ignore the title of the post. I'm just being very perasaan because some people actually told me that that my blog is not inspiring enough because I seldom post pictures.


Do remember that you are not obliged to read my blog and losing one reader who thinks my blog is not interesting enough just because I don't post bloody camwhoring pictures of myself in thick make-up and show off my oh-so-fake blonde hair, will not make the whole world crash on me okay.


And, in this blog, pictures don't speak. Tharani does.



Anyway, here are some really amusing pictures and no, it is not of me and my hawt ang moh boyfriend.

Evolved sperms. This picture reminds me a lot of Chuan Shinn and his degenerated-two-headed-no-tail-sperms. (inside joke)

Oh yuck.

Just laugh.

I love this one the most. Sigh. Curiosity.

On a completely unrelated note, happy mother's day, mum.

Transformers. More than meets the eye.

You sign in to blogger knowing that you haven't updated for quite long.


And your dashboard greets you with something like,



We are excited to announce that Blogger is now available in three more languages: Arabic, Hebrew, and Persian!



And that makes your day.


Finally, being able to blog in Persian. What a delight!


Right. I have gone slightly out of my mind.



Mind you, I had a 5-hour journey back home by bus with my cousin right beside me.


Smelling the aura of men sweat was not bad enough, I had to get a conversation going with the guy. Let me remind you, he's the guy who gives you a plain 'Yes' or 'No' answer for every question you ask him.


That's the guy I thought I was going to spend the 5-hours with. But no, I was wrong.


Mr-I'm-Chinese-Educated-And-A-Social-Outcast-Boy is now a Mr-My-English-Is-Good-And-I'm-Quite-Hot-Boy.


Like when a pig becomes all hardworking and smells really good.


I could go on and write a whole big essay on pengaruh rakan sebaya on my blog because this is what his new friends at Taylor's made him into.

Or I could happily post pictures of my now hot looking cousin all over my blog for publicity.


The guy transformed, I tell you. He smells like aftershave now. Really good aftershave.


I'm running out of words to express my disbelief.


Too tall, nerd looking boy. Now painfully good looking.



Has the world turned upside down already?

Life with a bunch of barbarians.

Include me in that bunch too.



Tharani: I've no freaking idea what to blog about.


My housemate: Blog about your charming housemates la.



*Names have been edited due to privacy purposes*



Drum rolling...


Introducing...



Dhev- the most responsible person in the house.

"Wash your dishes, Tharani! Sweep the house, Tharani! You couch potato!"

It's like having a mother at home, seriously. But she's this fun, loving, jovial person who can make everyone laugh.

And the things she says without thinking.

"I'm going to save a life. (pauses for effect) I'm going to abort a child." And she gives you this innocent look like as if she had said something so noble.

"Oh. Oh. Sorry. I mean adopt." And she gives you an embarrassed smile.

Another thing I love about her is that, she is a worse nut than me when it comes to technology. She has no idea how bluetooth even works. When I wanted to send her a song to her laptop via bluetooth, she looked at me and said,

"How did the name of my laptop get into yours?"

Innocent look.

Realises what she said.

Embarrassed smile.

That's Dhev.



Drum beats even harder..


And there stands VJ at the corner in a blue striking pyjamas.



VJ- the trying-to-be-innocent-girl in the house.

"Ramgit (the guy in her class) has three legs. Two normal sized ones and one retarded shorter one in between."

Then, she looks at you, tries defending herself by saying,

"What?"

And she gives her famous puppy-dog face.

What I most love about her is we think alike. Not the three legs kind of thing but in such a way that we can complete each other's sentences most of the time.

And her mum's cakes. Are. The. Best. Cakes. In. The. World. No offence to my mum, just in case she reads this.



Drum rolls more vigorously and the drum breaks..


There's Sean lying down in fatigue.



Sean- the girl who sleeps in the same room as me.

"That guy is so f-ing hot!"

"I'm like so f-ing tired today."

"What the f-ing hell?"

That does not explain much about her actually. Because she isn't anything like what she sounds like. I find her very interesting because we have the same taste in books.

"Oh. Isn't Luke Brandon sooo cute?"

And there's me jumping up and down saying, "Yes! Yes!"

(Luke Brandon's this hot fictional character that every girl wants to marry, in case you don't know.)

We sleep next to each other and is quite close to revealing each other's deepest and darkest secrets.

And that's the famous Sean.



No more drum beats. It broke, remember?


There's Ju-on.



Ju-on- the long-haired girl who shares my room too.

Nothing much to say about her. I'm not going to bitch about her as that's the only thing I'm able to do.

Apart from dropping her long hair in the toilet and brushing her teeth in the kitchen sink, she's pretty nice to talk to when you have no one else to chat with.



And now, meet Esterification.



Esterification- this girl who lives in the last room.

Pretty girl with long brown hair and is a pro in computers.

Always on the phone with I-wonder-who.

Has an amazing voice unlike Ju-on who still continues singing in the toilet even when she knows she sounds like a crow.

Oh. And did I mention that Esterification smokes? It's legal since she's eighteen but.. She SMOKES as in literally smokes with a cigarette and all.

Her habit sometimes come in handy though. Like when you need a lighter to light up some candles or when you need to do your LAN project which requires video taping people with bad habits.



The last but definitely not the least is Elainos Barbaross.



Elaine- a senior in the house.

Has an Indian boyfriend whom she keeps arguing with.

"There's no third person in this relationship, Arvin!"

The next day, you see a Chinese dude sending her home.

This explains everything about her and I don't wish to continue.



And so, I conclude.


This is life in where I live. You'll turn into a barbarian living with them, really.


A culture-shock, I tell you.


But what do I say. I have to bear with it all for JUST one year.


JUST ONE YEAR, that is.

A reply to 'Tharani is a bitch', by WeiWern.

In approximately four days, I'll be leaving for KL.


And in five days, the hectic schedule I thought I'd be free from for a few months, will repeat.


I don't like blogging about all this either and I wonder if anyone even enjoys reading it.


But then again, I just have to pour out all my anger, frustration, guilt, slight joy and excitement, hatret, pain and discomfort.




I can't believe I'll be leaving the place I grew up in and will soon live with a bunch of unknown girls which I don't think will make as good friends as I already have.


To make things worse and to make me feel even bad about everything, WeiWern just had to write a whole post in her blog about how evil I am.


Plus, she actually called me a bitch.


But I don't blame her.


When your good friend suddenly tells you that she's are leaving you all of a sudden and there might not be any possibility of you meeting her again you definitely would feel like yelling, BITCH!


Just like what I did when she told me she was leaving JB to go live with her dad in KL which is miles and miles away. And the look on her face when she said that was so unreadable.


"I'll be going to KL, Tharani."


I was like, "What?!" And she just stood there with a blank look.


I cried and then realised that she wouldn't come back and that was the end of our relationship and so what if there was the phone and Internet, nothing would be the same then to meet her and talk to her face-to-face.


But somehow or rather, I learned to live without her and in two months or so, I found her sitting there in tuition looking all so serene and innocent. The girl I thought I might never meet again was there and everything was back to normal.


And so, I thought it was.


We thought that we will always be friends, there for each other and we promised to do Form Six together until my mum just had to say, "Doing Form Six is a waste of time, I'm going to enrol you in college."


It was like a wave splashing and washing away everything. Going to college was not something I had ever planned to do or even thought about even for a split-second.


And there was my mum telling me to move on and that college means a better future and that I'm already one year younger ( I'm only sixteen but completed SPM, by the way ) and STPM would be longer route so doing pre-u would be a smarter thing and so on and so forth.


She didn't wait for my answer though. She went along, paid the registration fees and now she's saying, "Do you want me to lose the money I paid?"


Of course, I don't. Although if she willingly withdraws, I shall not say anything.


But as for now, I have to go by plans. Which means I'll won't be seeing any of my friends except for a few who are at the same college as I am but the key point is, I won't be seeing WeiWern.


I feel so bad for ditching her but I just have to remind her that she ditched me once too.


Now, we're equal. *Evil grin*


But if only it was that easy.


We pledged to be best buddies. We wanted to be friends until we were six feet under the ground. We wanted to find for husbands together, have kids at the same time so that they could be friends too, push prams together and bitch about our husband's secretaries together.


(All these feel so childish now. How old were we when we wanted to do that again?)


See the past tense there? I wish I could say, we want to, rather than, we wanted to. But I don't know if we really can do all that now.


I can't believe I'm saying this but, there's the phone and the the Internet. The exact same thing you said when you left me.


But it's not the same, is it? You came back after that, I might not.


Don't you ever forget me. Don't let this friendship we had just die off like that.


Goodbye, my friend. Be strong and don't become cappati. (An inside joke.)