[tsu held your hand at 04:30 p.m.]

Pretty sparky *pikapika* bubbles~!

Listening to: X Japan - Forever Love and White Bound - Rauken no Tobira. (Loki OP)

Am faintly amused. Really. Very very amused. I left home at 12 noon and came back at 10pm to go for banner painting. My mom, who is in HongKong called and no one answered. Distraught, my mom called my dad, who is having a business golf with Clarion clients. Anyways, by this time my siblings esp. my sister had already come home from church. So my mom called, my dad called, and my brother who was out with his girlfriend ALSO called. All in all, I had 8 missed calls.

For some reason, it's hilarious.

Esp the call from the man who calls himself my father.

Anyways, went for banner painting, painted till 3.45pm then we went to pick up Rosemary. On the way, I tried the bubblegum sundae from Mac's which is AWESOME. YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY. Plus it had rainbow sparkles and it was blooooooooooooooouuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeeeee. BLUE. Bright yucky looking blue. LOL. Rose came a bit late and we were kinda worried cos she looked so pissed. Anyways, hopped over to Chere's place and "borrowed" paint from her dad who's a painter/artitech/god knows what else.

Finished painting it by 7pm and it was still wet and pretty sticky. Clean up was 30mins. Went to her bed and sprawled down there and listened to Jewel until we were beJeweled. LOL. Mothers weep while children sleep ....et cetra et cetra. Then I got hungry and Rose got hungry and Chere got hungry. So we headed down to her kitchen for food. Cooked maggie mee for both of them and digusted them by cooking tsubakian Cheese 'n' Egg Mee. They looked warily at it, lifted their fork, and poked it. -POKED- Anyhow, they said it was delicious in the end and wanted to switch Mees with me. Had milo with icecream whie Chere had tea with ice cream and Rose had plain ol' milo.

Then the fun began.

ROSE POURED COLD WATER ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is WAR

We slopped water, splashed water, sprayed water at each other and got wet. The floor was wet, my shirt was soaked, Rose's bermudas were wet wet wet.....Only Chere seemed pretty dry. Until Rose sprayed her with the hose that is. Washed the dishes and saw a cockroach. SCREAMED MY HEAD OFF. I screamed and screamed and cling on to Chere (who was washing the dishes) for my dear life like cellophane. SCREAMED ON AND ON. Until Rose finally stopped laughing at me and threw away the damn thing.

By that time it was about 8.40pm and we headed upstairs again to her room. Slacked a bit more till I had to go. Thankfully, that banner was dry by then. It's really pretty and spiffy. Red, black and yellow. ABSTRACT ART. LOL. That's what Rose said.

Played with the bubbles....I don't know how to describe it. It looked like heaven, these crystalline fragile globes that floated down the stairways like broken opals falling like snow from the sky. Shimmering. And when it touched your face, it broke, like a delicate dream. I don't know........It was -MAGIC-. Really........Like crystalline rainbowy globes that went pika pika.

Went home happy and happy. Skipped all the way from the bustop singing Forever Love. I'm happy....Who knows? Maybe we'll have a sleepover! Ureeeeeeeeshiii~~~~~

Okay. Sleepy now.

PS.Ireland won Miss World. Prettttty~!

Love,
tsu

[tsu held your hand at 10:49 p.m.]

Et cetra

Listening to: Chrono Cross - Radical Dreamers

Slacked. Lazed. Talked to Natsuki. Talked to Tessie. Giggled. Skipped work. LOL.

Roma Eterna is a mastpeice. Really. The whole concept, epical and transitionary at once. Pax Roma, and the idea that the system might not be as bad as it seems. Anyone who's interested in politics and culture will like.

Feel purple, dreamy, like foggy days and misty lights and haze and victorian houses in the dark, policemen on cobbly streets, slient and still with baton on hand. Quiet nights, filled with thrums of anticipation and mixy uneasiness with shadows on the ground and clouds over moonlight.

I feel random.

----------------Random---------------------

Miuque glances at the mirror, checking her pefect reflection. Perfection. Her job always requires it. The more perfect, the more money. These days, work was hard to find, and she had her parents to think of. After all, only she was the only child left in the city to send money home.

Instinctively, she flicks an invisible speck of dirt from her skirt, and does a once over again. Prefect. Bright pink lips, painted and sheened with just a hint of gloss ; her mixed features, once a curse, now flaunted with green eyeshadow and powder blush. It highlighted her high cheekbones and large, doe-like eyes ; giving her a pixie, innocent look. Dark hair, a gift from her Asian mother, tumbled down her neck, shoulders, all the way down to her slender waist.

She checks her watch. Boss said that the client will be coming in ten minutes. Soon then.

She tugs the strap of her skimpy top, slivery and glittery. It barely covered her at all. Backless, with thin, threadlike straps and her full breasts straining against the flimsy material. Her skirt, if it could be called one, is a small band of cloth, skin-tight and black, covering only the curves of her buttocks. She waits paitently, girls who make less noise are girls who end up making more.

No man wants a whore to nag at him for being late.

After all, weren't they all running from their wives?

She hears the sound of a turning key. He's here. She takes a deep breath. Preparing. But of course, like any other girl in Paptong, this isn't her first time. Sh could hardly remember her first time anyhow, it wasn't important.

It was a heavy Caucasian, fairly old. He was fat and lumbering, with a blading head and a couple of wispy strands of yellow hair. Small beady eyes took in her delicate, perfect frame. A dribble of saliva ran from the corner of his mouth. And what a mouth it was! Pink, rubbery lips, fleshy and thick. He reminded her of the garopa that was sold in markets. Dead and ugly.

Oh well, a job had to be done.

Miuque sashayed over to him, giving him her best fallen angel smile. The fat man was gaping at her again. Sensously, she rubbed against him, widening her eyes at the same time.

"Can sit?"

Her English wasn't very good. But Boss said that she didn't need to learn it. In fact, her lisping and accent seemed to endear her to them.

The digusting man obliged, sinking into a soft cushy chair. She sat on his lap, giggling and squealing like a schoolgirl. She opened her legs, wrapping them slinkily round his grostesque waist. His hands made a grab for her breasts, clutching and kneading them like bread dough. Terrible. Didn't these white men knew that it was kissing first? But oh well, at least she never needed to kiss those rubbery lips.

He tore her blouse off, avidly sucking her breast. She moaned loudly, tossing her head like a porn star. Exaggarating the movements, she mewed and arched her back, a parody. His beady eyes were now filled with unconcealed lust. She felt his hand fumble round her skirt, and moaned once more for good measure.

Most people would have preferred a Uzi or a Magnum.

But she was a traditionalist.

Reaching down into her pink lacy panties, she felt a familiar sharpness. Penknife. She slid it out, pushing the blade behind her back as she continued to moan and rock to the man's slobbering movements. Sliently, her hand snaked round his head, pressing him into her breasts and the knife lifed-

Right into his balding head.

No blood. No mess. Only a knife sticking into his hairless cranium.

Coolly, she walked into the bathroom, washing herself off his despicable odur and saliva. She admired her workmanship, professional, polite and mess free. They didn't even need to change the bedsheets.

Besides, she reckoned, when better to die than in the middle of sex?

She should be calling her boss now. He would be pleased. Her feet made no sound as she padded across the carpeted room, dressed a white bathrobe.

"Miuque, here.'

His voice cackled across the static.

"2000 baht?"

It was a good deal. And he agreed.

What a wonderful evening.

Maybe she'll write back to her parents today.

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love
tsu

[tsu held your hand at 11:38 p.m.]

Baci

Listening to: Tartini - Demon's Trill

First off, Happy Birthday Alex! To my fellow kindred spirit, may you live your life to the fullest and be blessed with good health and sexy guys. XD. Love, your fellow kinswoman, tsu.

Well, that's that done.

Went to work on my own, nearly couldn't find the bus and panicked. Just when I was about to give up, I spotted from the corner of my eye, two neat rows of people. Yes! People from my dad's company. Yesheeee~~~ Thankfully, I did get there safe and sound and on time.

Work, as usual, was boring. Luckily, I bought Battle Royale with me. Auddy, you're LOVE this book. It's SO BLOODY it's frikkin unbelievable. Brain jelly, check. Pencil stuck in windpipe, check. Safety pin murders, check. Cold heartless bastards, check. Suicide couples, check.

Within a span of 300-odd pages, 40 people die. (disculding sub-charas)

By 10am, I already finished the book and was bored/philosiphical/think-ish. Dug my mind for a number and hey! presto! Decided to search for some intelluctual conversation in Alex. (how pretentious that sounds...) Talked abit and then got off. Anyways, Dad had come for work (amazing). Anyhow, had lunch with him and nearly blew his brains out with my imaginary .35 Magnum. Somehow, he always manages to piss me off. How many fathers don't know their daughters birthdays? Or their age?

He makes a better business man than a father. Ugh.

While resisting to blow his brains out and gouge his eyeballs with a nice slivery fork, I realized that if it was really down to killing people, I would. Really. I'm not too squeamish aboyt murder, having comtemplated that with my father before. (stabbing him in the windpipe with a mechanical pencil, hacking him with a machete, castrating him and bleeding to death, a nice, blood choking/coughing/seizures of benzine)

That scares me.

I'm generally a nice person, I don't hate anyone. True, I don't like my father, but he's despicable. Not hatable. The fact that I can actually imagine myself calmly picking up a shotgun and shooting it through a person's head in freaky. I'm average in my sins, and most think that I border on angelic in certain areas. So....this begs the question.

Does it mean that deep down, we're all beasts who live in an atmosphere of suspicsion?

We aren't perfect. But are we really as civilized as we say we are?

Or is civility just a trapping that we cover our primal beasts in?

It pains me to think that.

Sank into a half-thoughtfulness mood swing, and was half-asleep on the bus journey back. I sleep alot, but when I'm around strangers my instincts kick in, which means I just close my eyes but is still awake. Enough to know that no one is doing anything funny that is. Oh, if you want to know a trick about sleeping in a car/bus with radio, here it is. Concenrate on the hum of the engines, it lulls anyone to sleep. Any sound, after a while, is a repitition after all.

Walked around the supermarket and bought chocolates for my coworkers as tomorrow is my last day of work. Then I hopped into 7/11 (YOSHIKI!!~!) and spotted something. BACI CHOCOLATES!~! *gapes* They use to sell it everywhere, but now you have to search for it. Sorta like Cote de Or chocolates. Baci, stands for kisses in Italian. It's produced by Perguiont, which produces one of the finest pralines in the world. I like Baci. Alot, alot, alot. Ack, it's my favourite chocolate.

It comes in a beautiful shiny blue bag, sealed air tight to keep the flavour. Each kiss is carefully wrapped in sliver paper with blue stars. Note: PAPER. Most companies resort to garish looking foil. Ugh. But most of all, I think, are the messages inside the chocolates. It works a bit like fortune cookies. Each chocolate contains a love message, like "In love, as like dreams, all is possible".. Romantic. I can't resist anything romantic and beautiful, as especially a chocolate with the name of Baci, KISS.

Imagine smooth hazelnut praline (92%!) coated with chocolate au noir. COATED. Most candies are now sprayed with chocolate, not coated. To coat, is to for a smooth shell of chocolate at least 5 mm thick. AT LEAST. *looks in digust at all the wannabe chocolates*

How can you resist an exquisite kiss of nutty chocolat?

Enough ranting.

Had dinner, ate vanilla ice cream with blueberries. Yummy....Blueberries. They're sweet with just a hint of sourness for a kick when you bite into the pips. It's deliciously sinful ......How I adore grastronomical delights. Ack, waistline. Who cares?

^__________________________^

Mom left for HongKong yesterday, and I'm in desperate need of sleeping pills. I'm not really afraid of the dark, but what's in the dark. Conversation goes as such:

Tsu: Are you sure you wanna turn off the lights?
Aya : Well, who sleeps in the light?
Tsu: But then it'll be dark!
Aya: .......On the other hand....
*look at each other simutatlously*
Tsu: It's not that bright anyhow...
Aya: I can't sleep with the lights on!
Tsu: Let's go ask kor (brother) then.
*Tsu opens the door, the living room is totally dark*
Tsu:.............
Aya:....Let's hold hands and run.
Tsu: ok.
*bursts into Kor's room*
Tsu: ON OR OFF? CHOOSE ONE!
Kor: Wha-?
Aya: Lights.
Kor: Well, off.
Tsu: But then it'll be dark!
Kor: How do you sleep everyday?
Tsu: At night.
Kor: Do you usually turn on the light?
Tsu: ....nooo....
Kor: Don't people usually sleep with the lights -off-?
Tsu:...yea....
Kor: Then switch off the damn lights! *goes back to comp*

LOL. It's funny now, but not so funny yesterday night. In the end, I took panadol and tried to knock off by thinking Yoshiki. Which didn't really work because I never _could_ picture him nude. Some part of me still denies the fact that I'm a wholly corrupt tenshi. LOL.

Too bad.

Went for tuition too, and studied chem. I don't really like the exothermic and endothermic parts, because they remind me of Physics. Other than that, was okay. Especially the part on drugs. Opiate drugs are highly addictive, morphine and heroin comes under here. Bibariatic drugs are antidpressants and chrolestral lower-ers and are semi-addictive. And it's pretty cool.......Like the compound for a dioxin aka Agent Orange, which is a genetic screwifyer, and causes congential defects to be born into kids. Or hydrogen florcide.....fantastically cool.

But as usual, it's out of the syabullus.

Anyhow, I enjoyed it and I learned it by begging my tuition teacher to teach me stuff. (AND I'LL DO MY HOMEWORK! PROMISE!)

Love
tsu