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Sa-Comb

As I was combing my hair after a good bath, I remembered my sister. When I was 7, she would make me sit in front of her dresser and comb my hair. Sweet, isn't it?

She would do that often. Until one day, our eldest brother saw us. He pulled my sister away from me because I was caught in tears. Weeping is the word. I actually suffered everytime my sister gets hold of my hair. She would comb it as if it's the only thing to do and I always had a bad hair so imagine the pain. When we talk about it, we woulld just laugh but I can still recall the expression on her face while doing it and my young self, crying in front of the mirror. Haha! We're a lot closer now.

My sister, above my photo. She's 11 years older

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Idle

THIS is the second night that I am idle. I cannot login to our database, therefore I cannot access the data nor enter new information - I am not allowed to take a call. Most officemates envied my unproductive state. Yes - It's fun but there's a price to pay. I can't go on OT by Saturday because there's a very big possibility that I still won't have my new password by that time. So my Saturday night will be spent at home - reading books or magazines. No television. No roommate (as she's leaving for a family visit). It's gonna be my mobile phone and I.

I am bored.

My father told me that people doesn't have to endure boredom. We can always find a way to be productive. Indeed.. If I want, I can upgrade the firmware of the digital cameras or home printers we have here. But that's something that I still have to learn and I really don't mind not knowing how.

 ooooOOOO0OOOOoooo

We moved to a new house last Saturday. It's an apartment a little farther than where I used to rent a bedspace. Next to us is a green grassy field  - with all the crickets at night and probably snakes. I can live with that. I am now far away from my then neighbors who are always the target of my brutal dreams.

 

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