Enchantment

My humble old abode is falling apart as days extend into months, and months, years. I've been living in this place called home for slightly more than a decade.

Recently, I've grown to realize that the house is, infact, slowly but surely crumbling, paving its way to mere rubble given a few more years. Okay, I'm exaggerating here.

Hairline cracks can be seen on the once white-washed walls, creaks resulting from rotting wood can be heard. The aircons have one by one gave out their last gust of cold wind and have all retired with one final tired sigh. When I flipped the tap up to wash my hands, it dislodged itself and died in my palm. While the maid was washing dishes, the kitchen tap thought it was smart to give its own Musical Fountain performance and started spurting water all over the place.

There's more, trust me. My poor house. Everything is falling apart. It doesn't help that the internet connection is always screwed up and I'm the one always having to repair it.

No further complaints. I love this place too much to move. I never ever wanna leave. Even when I get married, can I continue living here? Sigh. Sentimental dickhead I am.

I was thinking, is there really someone in some secluded corner of the world far away, who looks exactly like you? I read a book which says that in the whole universe, there are at least 7 other humans who share identical facial characteristics as yourself. It proceeded on to place side by side pictures of two separate individuals, residing in two different ends of the world, with different names, different jobs, living totally different lives

BUT

sharing the same face.

Ohmygawd. Isn't that creepy, but at the same time fascinating? They weren't twins who were separated at birth, by the way. Two mutually exclusive persons, I quote again.

Wow.

Is it possible that right now as I'm sitted awe-struck by my own thoughts infront of the laptop with my fingers flying over the keys, my clone (literally) is perhaps in Hawaii or some other really exotic country dancing away to country music or playing with hula hoops??

Same face, same body. Different personalities, different origins, different lives.

Cool! I would like to meet her first and then faint later due to over-exhilaration or something :D.

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Alright. My bra is 21 this year. Not my undergarment la, as in my blood brother. I just like to call him bra. I am panties, can? That's why we're siblings. Related through an undergarment relationship. Hahaha! Ok not funny.

Anyway, my bra is seriously irritating, infantile and childish. Perhaps he only behaves in this manner to piss me off, but yea, he succeeds every single time, no questions asked.

Yesterday while I was at school, I received a call from an unfamiliar number but I picked up anyway.

Pussyhead with a weird thai slang: "Hi I am xxx calling frm Tom yhang khung thai restaurant. You ordered (goes on to rattle a list of thai delicacies)

He sounded really funny I would have liked to burst out into fits of laughter.

I said "Huh?!"

and he droned on chirpily, repeating whatever he had just said, except in a more irritating manner.

I just hung up the phone while he was talking halfway. A minute later, my bra smsed me "Did you just received a call from a thai restaurant? That was my friend. Isn't he talented? Hahahahahaha!"

Wth. So freaking childish. Both he and his friend must have been utterly bored out of their wits in camp to succumb to playing immature prank calls. I later found out I wasn't the only victim by the way.

Not only that, I logged onto MSN last night, parked my nick there and left the com. Apparently, that stupid bra steathily changed my nick to "I got punked!! By Tom Yhang Khung Thai restaurant!"

Stupid idiot. Grrrr. He thinks it's so funny. And he's like 21?