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I woke up this morning once again cursing the bed bugs who have now become my intimate company in bed. Why..oh Why do I have to tolerate such LOOOOVE from such a lover who sucks my blood at night and runs inbetween the covers of my mattress in the morning. Sounds like a bisexual Malaysian…Wahahahahahha// Ohh maybe I should tell you all about the frog I finally murdered in my toilet…Yes! I have begun a massacre of bugs, frogs, ant, moths, cockroaches, spiders, and many other creatures which I really cant describe unless Im an enthonologist. My magical wand consists of a huge fly swatter and you may have guessed it by now…Baygon.

I did have an alliance with the frog until one day he decided to jump from the top of the shower onto my hair, I gave a shrill pitched scream, I swear Barbara Streisand would have been embarassed if she heard me. And you all thought I will romantize about India…Fuck India!

I open the window every morning to face the balcony of my neighbour’s, not a very pretty sight…an old wrinkled Bitch who stretches her legs apart…Oh TIDAK! Her deformed ancient cunt is a divine recommendation for people who want to become slim. Speaking of slim, yes I have become slim. I have spotted a beard, and my eyes itch but my waistline explains the look men give me when I walk on the road. Gone are the thick hips, and fat stomach, like my Guru here says, I have become the creepers of the Banyan. Enough of all that now moving on, I must tell you about the grave behind the house. Just 2km or so from my house is a traditional crematorium…ooo at night if I stand on the roof I can hear the shrill burning of hair and the popping of body parts. Just yesterday a malnutrioned boy from the lower castes was burnt there. The Vetiyan (The Gravekeeper) has become a good friend of mine, for 2 eggs and some biscuits, you can watch a body melt away into bones and ashes…just suddenly if the heat is too great the body gets up…the feeling is unexplainable but yea…

I have begun to accept my sczhiopenia, one part of me is housewife cleaner and the other is a messy chavunistic male, then there is the feminist city born educated gay man. Night after night I sleep, think of all my friends back at home…all of you, my keadilan girls, my college mates and my friends, my sisters. I miss all of you so much.

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