Been a long time since I write. Pardon me my readers, the blame must not be on the blunt days with stifled ideas, the blame is on my overpriced broadband which I cannot support. And since it's overdue, this junky cybercafe in town is my latest lair.
Lets get straight to topic.
People say Christmas is a day of joy and mirth, where people would sit together, exchange presents, saying compliments to each other. Not that I celebrate Christmas, but that's the general idea of Christmas, if you ask any Christians.
But my days before Christmas were teeming with countless effort to eradicate the spirits and genies and ghouls and all Casper's relatives. If I were to join the community of unseeable creatures around my house, then I would choose to be Mr. Popular Edward Cullen.
It has been 5 months that we moved out of the house because my mom was critically attacked by these spirits. Mentang mentanglah kita tak nampak dia kan... Dia buat sarang kat rumah kita.
Yes, its true. My house has officially became their hub. Their HQ, or palace, or whatever the word is. And I've witnessed with my 5 senses of their capabilities, its overwhelming. For example, they've been teasing me, a night owl, like they deliberately heated the water in the middle of night. Especially when I was alone downstairs, oh they loved to keep me company. Unfortunately, I cannot see you guys but vacant space.
And thank you for heating the water, you helped me a step to make coffee. hahahah
And since my mother was close to terminal ill, you bastards please leave our abode alone. I don't need your company anymore. I don't need you to play around with the switches, it doesn't creep me, it annoys me. Seriously.
And I know that I'm berdarah manis, and you wish to sneak me to your world, but sorry pals, I'm not interested. All that I ever be interested is your self-removal from the house. Please.We have suffered enough. We had enough ordeal with our world.
I've summoned too many witchdoctors to deal with you, and it seems to be futile, I guess I'll leave the decision to you to leave the house.
No sweet words for caspers. no 'cheers' for now. I'm pissed. Grrrrr!!!!!
