Mills’ Bar Room Brawl

My housemate loves writing little sticky notes. You could find it on the toilet wall (welcome to the civilized toilet. Keep it clean), and on the tv, reminding you to "Switch the tv off" with a two page instruction manual on how to switch off the TV.

I have fear of waking up in the morning to find a sticky note on my forehead, probably telling me i shouldn’t breathe at night as i’m disturbing his sleep.

But when i reached home last night and saw a note on my fridge "Siapa isap rokok dalam toilet and biar abu rokok merata atas lantai, tolong ubah ye thank you", i envisioned myself pushing him off the balcony.

In response to his note and also to put an end to his manic note sticking, i wrote:

To everyone in this house,

MY FRIDGE is not a notice board for offensive notices. This is ultimately rude beyond the beyonds and the likes of this is disrupting the harmony of this house. If you are ever unhappy about something, please direct it to the respective person. Please keep in mind that if everyone is getting petty, maybe it’s time i should be petty as well. I hope in future there will be no notes on here. Thank you.

I wanted to write, "Do not use my fridge, Do not use my washing machine, and do not use my TV" but i decided against that as i am not petty.

But the day would come when i turned into a bitch and start calling dips on my property.

Prologue

“Relationship based on secrets and lies would never survive.”

That was the heading of my journal entry, ten years ago. It once served as a reminder to avoid all the pitfalls, surviving only to a happy ending when I first embarked into my marriage. I recited it like a daily mantra, yet somehow, after two years into my marriage, it slipped from my routine.

I took the loose pages of journals in my hand and stood by the spice garden, drinking in the scent of peppermint, hoping in vain it offers a therapeutic escape from my current emotions. The entire room smelled like somebody else’s life. Like freedom. I know it was not mine. I smelled like a woman lost in her cause. A woman trapped in dark room with nothing to feed on but painful memories. A woman shrouded by lies and blinded by a man’s panache and eloquence. A woman misinterpreted every sweet nothings as a sign of love, when she should have known straight out that those were gifts peppered with guilty conscience.

All my fears, my dreams, my hopes, my battles, my wins and my loses were safe guarded by this black covered journal, along with my whimsical wish to own a Vuitton, a Vera Wang, and a Jimmy Choo before I stepped into my thirties.

I took a sip of my coffee. It was stale. Like my marriage.

I did not care.

*TO BE CONTINUED*

Last night i slept alone. Like most nights, i watched Prison Break till my eyes bleed and my mind too jaded to think of anything else.

The hike to Monkey Beach and the subsequent fishing trip took its toll on me. Body was aching all over and the beating in my head felt like mighty blows from Thor’s hammer!

Prior to the hike, Andrea, Alvin, Jess and i were having breakfast. Alvin almost threw up his breakfast as andrea and i told him about ‘dirty sanchez’ (to those who doesnt know, please wiki it up. My blog is rated PG13). It occured to me that i DO KNOW a lot about dirty tricks and technic. hehe…dirty little mills! :p

Later in the day, I caught my first fish!

Anyways, i like sleeping alone. The solitude got me to thinking, i’ve been thru a lot. Emotionally i’ve been beaten, i know, but i am not lost, yet.

I have a lot to celebrate for. I have a job, and i’m surrounded by people who loves me for being the person i am. My best friend Eddy, whom incidently i have not seen for months, texted me this last 2 weeks:

"The band is playing ‘New York, New York’ and it got me thinking of you. Why arr? You love that song kan?"

Like a cheap Frech harlot, yes, i love that song!

People taking notice of your likes and dislikes, that’s a good feeling. Last year i got everything i wanted for my birthday because my friends took notice. From books to clothes to wallet, it’s another day to be thankful for when you know you make people bloom in front of you.

Mam’s been sick for days now. Flu and cough. I pray for her to get better.

This lost little girl has finally found her way home!

*smiles*