What else could be better than getting yourself drunk while listening to RnB music? It's freaking awesome. But not really drunk because I'm still typing and that. :) Really miss the day when I used to drink a lot with my father and listened to him gossip and brag about his life and stuffs. Well, I guessed his drinking purpose was different from mine. I drink to think about my past, about all the memorable things and stuffs. And probably would cry later, for what I regretted. There were things that I did not really desire to get, yet I have them, while things that I really would even beg or cry for, in the end never came.
My throat is burning right now but the taste gives me an unstoppably warm, sensational and horny feeling.
I stayed overnight at Rahmat's house last night, and trust me, his room was so awesome!
Well, his room is not big. Don't get the wrong idea. He's not as rich as Mr. Siwadol "the mommy boy" or what, instead it is a pretty small room. But the room was unexpectedly so much fabulous than I thought. He turned an ordinary room into something extraordinary and this amazed me, to my heart.Millions of motivation posters, achieviements certificates, maps, maths formulae etc. are blu-tacked all over the wall. There's even one on the roof and I was really surprised because none of my friends I knew has ever done this before. He even made himself a map in his own imagination and it looked just as complicated as a real map. And later he explained to me that the map depicts his own personal life and I felt this was some kind of genius stuff. I mean, really, he got me totally hooked and I wished I were the one who drew the map (which I did not because I COULDN'T DRAW well!).
His family was also heartwarming and welcoming. He has two sisters and his youngest sister was very cute. His father was very friendly, no wonder his children are nice also. Well he can cook.
Next thing I would like to say is his room is like a zoo. He has parrots, turtle, hamsters and they are free to move around the house. How cool is it?
Oh anh man, his grandmother's cooking was awesome. THe noodle with sotong chilli (or was it?) was tasty, even though a bit spicy. and I really had wanted to eat all of them, but finally decided against it because the two sisters hadn't eaten yet....
During the night, we chatted like crazy and dragged on until 3 AM in the morning, when we decided to have a bite because I was suddenly hungry (call it supper). the Indian foodstall was the only stall running that night. Well, the old man who runs the store was a bit cheating and really trying to take all the money from me. After I finished the first dish, he kept asking me "some more, boy?" so I obligingly said yes. This time he charged me more because he added more food inside even though I didn't ask for it. I already could felt he was cheating on me. But nevermind, since I was hungry, two dishes of roti prata is fine.
And so the conversation lasted until almost 5 AM. We talked about almost anything, about our class, about his class, et cetra et cetra.
I think that about covers everything. Time to get to sleep.
Hmmmmmm, Steph.
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