now tell me what you've been dreaming of.

We had guests over last night, so my parents decided to do the unthinkable - make my brother sleep in my room. At first I was like pretty bumbed cause I'm a spoilt brat who doesn't like sharing her room because heck, it's MY space. And with someone else sleeping there, it meant no middle of the night early morning phonecalls, no sleeping the way I like to and definately no control over the aircond timer. But then I stopped stomping my foot around and my mental whinning and welcomed my brother to my room out of sisterly love.

To me, the best thing about not having expectations is that the good things that actually do happen totally take you by suprise. Instead of arguing the night away, my brother (albeit reluctantly) dragged his silly ass to my room. After jumping on my bed, tugging at my comforters and stealing my teddies, he made himself comfortable on the other bed and created stories about me and my "boyfriend" to amuse himself. Then we threw pillows at each other from bed to bed, challenged who's torchlight was brighter (am I the only one thinking dirty about that sentence?), and I started disturbing him on his bed. Of course the night ended with him hugging me so I would leave him alone to sleep.

Ah, yes. Somewhere deep down inside I do love my brother despite him not showering me with birthday gifts and constantly annoying the life out of me. I would find a not so flattering picture of him to post up but this (veryverystupid) headache is killing me so maybe another time eyh? Sorry to all the Mogan worshippers who stalk my blog :).

On a totally different note, we had our class party today and despite the poor turn up *coughBELLEcough*, it turned out pretty okay. At one point, I walked up the stairs to find the teachers sitting in my class enjoying out food and when I walked down the corridor, I found my 'friends' dancing to YMCA. Weird much. Haha :).

Randomness : I was reading my archives@purplemascara and I was quite a happy child last time (read: last year). And it showed in my posts. Either that or I'm just that good at faking happy posts, I even fooled myself.

Btw, it's been three months. Two and a half guesses to what. I still miss you darl. *click*

"Well, I really wish I could say more or something Manju, but I didn't know him, so it's hard for me to share something about him that may offer some comfort of any kind. But you know, these things happen, I guess and he's probably in a better place now, looking down upon us and smiling. And I think most of all, although I don't even know him, I don't think he would like you being sad, especially if you were being sad because of him."

-Warren.

And that's all I wanted needed to hear. Thank you.

jue*you drove away from my car crash of a heart.