the matter of me being the only smoker in the family has always been a tricky one for me. even trickier after my brother got rid of his last pack of marlboro (or is it salem, i'm not so sure) sometime last year. true, everyone knows i smoke - but since they are more content to take on a passive stance on it, it remains a sensitive issue.

my sister walked out to the front yard when i was smoking earlier today. she was packing her stuff for her trip to singapore tomorrow and had found some hair wax that she no longer want, and decided that i might like it. so, there we were, talking like usual, with a dunhill in between my index and middle finger. i sensed unease on her part but believe me, what she must've felt will never amount to the gargantuan magnitude of what i can only describe as a myriad of unpleasant feelings.

the conversation lasted a full five minutes. damn.

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virtu is a love of or taste for fine objects of art. either that or i'm just bored as hell and can't help but to babble.

spare me, i've been home-bound for two full days. what makes it worse is that i'm in kl, with no moolah to even get to places. i'm so going to get a job soon.

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i was expecting something more intense, but somehow it felt bland, bland in the sense that it lacked excitement. with everyone leaving either for the semester break or for good, it suddenly struck me that i actually enjoyed the times i usually describe as hectic and impossible, times that i cursed and swore i never would want to experience ever again, times when i'm surrounded by people i like and like me as well. or at least i think they do. i guess it's just a way to say i miss you guys. i have no say about what lies ahead of us but one thing i'm sure of is we'll definitely spend less time together. and that makes me sad. it really does.

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