Leaping Kangaroos

Wednesday, March 25, 2009 @ 7:23 PM

I've been thinking, why do we like to use I, I and I all the time? See? I started the sentence with an I. Self-centered! So, I was thinking - used I AGAIN, I - URGH!!! I!!! - would like to replace I with J. But the use of letter J will still remain J and won't get replaced. Don't worry. And don't frown. This whole post will continue on with J's. So, read on!

Y' know, an alarm clock that goes off at 5.30am can't get thjs pjece of shjt up. Set jt at 5.30am and got up at 11.00am.

Yep, that's me.

And today? Jt's a djfferent sjtuatjon. Know what? J djdn't set the alarm clock at all. But guess what? J got up at, hmm, say, 6.30am? Jt's pretty early for me 'cause J slept at 2.00am last njght. Anyway, why djd J get up? Guess.

Dum-Dee-Dum-Dum-Dum...

Whoop-Dee-Doop...

La La La...

*ahem* *ahem*

*coughs* *coughs*

*sneezes*

Once upon a tjme...

There was an old woman who ljves jn a shoe...

She had so many chjldren...

She djdn't know what to do...

She gave them some broth...

And gave them some bread...

Bla Bla Bla...

And sent them to bed...

Oh, well...

SHUCKS!

J FORGOT ALL ABOUT YOU!

Sorry.

You were guessjng...? Mum came jn and called me? Nah. Scroll down, please.

Oh, ajn't jt looks famjljar? Rjjjjjjjght. Thjs was the book Ru Mjn's readjng! Jn school! Okay, enough wjth the chjt-chat. So, what happened was, at 6.30am, APPROXJMATELY 6.30am, my BELOVED An Abundance of Katherjne, by John Green, was squashed. And the squasher?

Moj.

The sjdes of the book got folded. And what jt left behjnd when J smoothen jt out?

THJS!!!

CREASES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Call me a bookworm or whatever, but J DON'T CARE! J LOVE BOOKS! *sulks* Was kjnda groggy when J fjrst woke up. Then, J held the book and J found that there were a lot of creases. Deep, to be exact. J jumped up at once and rushed downstajrs to...? To what?

To jron my beloved partner.

J djd not cljck the swjtch, so the jron ajn't hot. Pressed hard on the cover of my darljng. Got to smoothen jt out a ljttle, just a ljttle, teeny-tjny, jtsy-bjtsy bjt. The scars were not as obvjous as before, but jt stjll has scars. Fajled to jron my book, J took all the djctjonarjes - njne Engljsh djctjonarjes, four Mandarjn djctjonarjes, three Bahasa Malaysja djctjonarjes, a Mandarjn-Engljsh djctjonary and an Engljsh-Mandarjn djctjonary, a total of ejghteen djctjonarjes - and placed jt on top of my dahljng. J hoped that could smoothen out my beloved's pretty face. Later, J lajd on the couch, grjevjng for the death of my dahljng's smoooooooth face.

And what djd my mum say when J told her what happened?
"Jt's okay. Jt's just a book. No bjg deal. Don't be so obsessjve and compulsjve about all thjs unnecessary stuff."

Unnecessary? Nevermjnd. Book-lovers out there, J know, we share the same feeljng.

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