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Spring cleaning! It’s high-time for cleaning. (Bento: Uuwah, the ruins of once a great kingdom… you can see there’s a clearing near the corner, that is where the great ruler, Astroth had been buried, marked with a…erm…maroon-ish emblem there… heh. And researchers believed that these streets was once paved with foods…) There’s no tomb here, there’s no foo- (Ben!) there’s no dead king here… and certainly not an emblem…What emblem?… emblem? Emblem, emblem… (blur). Ben, that’s not an emblem, it’s just an Abingdon Boys School poster (the one with their album crest on it) There’s no tomb, that’s my bed…my…unmade bed and there’s no ruins, that’s my drafts for the next coming assignment… with a bit of my books here and there. (Bento: …sorry for being nosy *held up a thumb*.) Don’t be so smug… need to make breakfast.
-my morning conversation with Bento.
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I never thought I had so many cool stuff stashed somewhere in my room. It’s like forgotten treasure. I’ve found a box marked with a somewhat messy handwriting of “My Stuff”. *opening the lid* There are lots of small notes in here, perfumed and non-perfumed (come to think of it, I do have some trouble with remembering stuff. Examples?...umm…there’s birthday dates, addresses, IOU notes, datelines and stuff.) There’s love letters… from someone… someone, someone…(Bento: -Advertising- *ping~* Today’s lunch is sponsored by Gluttony Catering)…umm, someone… someone…*struggling* can’t remember… ‘m sorry. There’s Alucard, a small teddy I got from Arashina-chan. A tofu plush (can’t resist squeezing…sooo soft). Oh, there’s… what’s this, Ben? Remote control…? (Bento: seems so, out of battery though). There’s the key to school’s Art Room…(Bento: How’d you get a hold of that? *leers*) I didn’t stole it, if that’s what you’re thinking. I think I kind of forgot to return the key back when I’ve used the room, ages ago, when I was in form 2…? There’s this banner-drawing competition at that time, if I’ve remembered it correctly. Natsukashii… the smell of paints, turpentine, aged papers and the sight of used brush bunched in jars, Styrofoam boards stacked at the back, barred windows, a certain quiet boy…hmm, yeah…anyway, I was suppose to lock up since I had no problem of going home the latest (most in late)… I had to clear the paints, put away the banner, sweep the floor and stuff. And after locking up, I’ve stuffed the key in my once-it-enters-it’ll-ceased-in-existence duffel (quite handy of getting rid of icky love notes). I forgot to return the key next day and that’s how the story goes. And there’s…feathers? Owl feather… I got this at the first day of PMR. Quite lucky and seems like a good omen at that time, fluttering softly on the table where I was supposed to take my exam on… it turned out to be a barn owl’s (though it seems out of place since it’s in the sub-urban)… (Bento: ~Birdie, birdie~ tweet, tweet… Bento wants a cracker… with a side dish of chicken cream soup and a dessert of lush sorbet) I would starve if I were to keep you, Bento...
P.S. I’m so sorry, Hafizuddin sebab tak reply your smses. Problem one, duit tak cukup nak top-up –had to ‘ikat pinggang’ for the father’s day celebration. Problem two, been quite busy managing my housework and works and project and hp dah tak betul skit. Kadang, kadang mesej baru akan terus di’delete’kn. Sorry, sorry, ingatkan dapat la rasa your bread pudding.
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