Fire guys

I'm down with sore throat. I have few symptoms of flu patient. But I didn't admit that I'm a flu patient. I stayed at home for two square days. Man, imagine how boring that could be. I danced, I walked, I cooked, I cleaned the house. I'm practically a boring person. Hey, I don't wanna get out and pick up the virus from random people keh. Have I mentioned that H1N1 made its way to RIT? Yes, it's here! And few students had been diagnosed for H1N1. That's why.

Ok so I did my laundry today. Who'd imagine, laundry at 9 in the morning. No line, man. Seronok gila. I used 10 washers for a half-full laundry bag. I don't go green, so?

Then I had a long nap (if you consider that as a nap). I heard a loud bang (it was a knock actually) on the door. Thought that was my roommate. I ran and opened the door. I was wearing you don't wanna know clothes. It's inappropriate for a Malay girl to greet a guest like that, you know. With kain batik wrapped around me. Imagine a ninja. Yes, that was me.

It was the fire inspector guy from Housing. I pulled up my kain batik and covered my hair. Then he asked "I'm here for Housing, and I'm doing fire inspection..bla..bla...bla..." I stood in front of him, trying not to let my hair out from the kain batik. I merely heard what he was babbling about. But then he asked "Can I come in? Is your boyfriend in the bed or something?"

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!

Dude, you don't have the right to ask that question lah. Pfft! Pfft! I know what he's thinking at that very moment. With a weird face, I answered "No, just me. And I'm a virgin."

From a glance, I could see him smirked. Dammit! I should've said something...more... appropriate. Ouh well, orang mamai didn't have the time to come out with best answer. I forgave myself for that.

Toodles.

p/s skipping classes is no fun.