Note: I need to write. Don’t question the lack of plot. Thought you might be interested in what’s everyday inside my head.

Hey there, sunken eyes. What are you looking for?

…

[snaps fingers] Hey! I’m talking to you, miss!

[glances at the newcomer] Oh, it’s you. The wrong person at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Story of my life. So, what are you looking for?

My cerebrum.

Your what?

My cerebrum. You know? The part of the brain that controls thinking or whatsit.

You misplaced your brain?

No. My cerebrum. If I misplaced my brain, I won’t be here answering you. I’ll be laying, dead.

Then what will you tell me, "I’m dead"?

Well, you’ll never know until you ask, right?

Brilliant Miss McClane.

Indeed, Captain Obvious. Help me or tata.

Too bad, ma’am. I kind of liked you.

I got enough friends.

You’re quite difficult for a simple jerk, you know that.

No prizes for stating the obvious. [holding head] Ah! There it is!

I never realised you were funny.

For a second there, I thought I’ve lost it. [sighed contentedly]

For a second there, I thought I’ve lost you.

Eccentric’s the word.

Mental.

Make that mental genius.

Jerk.

So, why did you greet me beforehand?

Nothing.

Then don’t talk to me. You’re annoying.

Ouch, that hurts. [touches heart]

Here, a Band Aid.

I’ll forget you ever said that. Actually, I just thought you might wanna hang out or something.

I hang out at the hospital. Wanna come?

At dad’s clinic?

No, at the morgue. [silly smile]

[equally silly smile] Oh, sounds just as much fun. Count me in.

Grab a backpack. We’re in for quite a while.

Just curious, though. What do we do if we hang out at dad’s clinic?

Stare at the patients.

How is that any fun?

What do normal teens do when they hang out? They just stare at the people.

Jerk. You drive me nuts. We’re not even close to being normal!

Make that cashew. Tasty.

Ring me when you’re done.

You can eat it on its own, pop right into your mouth.

Are you done yet?

Done what?

Rambling.

I never ramble. I express wise thoughts.

You ramble when something’s bugging you. Wanna tell me about it?

Tell you what?

What’s on your mind.

I have a lot. Which part you wanna hear?

The most frustrating one.

Talking to you.

Come on, I know you enjoy annoying me as much as I enjoy annoying you.

Today’s class presentation.

Oh? How did it go?

Rather bleak. I’m not satisfied. I know I could have done better.

Well, better next time it is. [smiles genuinely] Feeling less irked, now?

If it makes you happy, I’ll say yes.

That’s not it, is it? Now tell me what’s on your mind.

Nicely.

I’m not begging, you know. It pummels my ego down to earth.

I’m not telling.

Fine. I’m not helping.

Suits yourself.

Fine. I’m leaving. [turns around]

Adios, amigo!

I really am leaving.

Send me a postcard!

Okay, now you’re on my nerves. Big time, jerk! [turns back around, frowning]

What happened to my postcard?

[holds by the shoulders] Listen. You’re turning eighteen in a couple of months, and you haven’t acquired a single thing of real value in your life, and no, manga doesn’t count. You’re virtually friendless, and you nearly lose the only person who means everything to you.

[yawns]

Can’t you trust me for one second?

Ever watch Die Hard back-to-back?

Don’t change the subject. I’m not done with you yet.

What was it you were asking me of?

I’m asking you to trust me for one sec, and tell me what’s wrong.

Trust are gained, not begged for.

I so did not beg! [releases shoulders]

Fine. Asked.

Haven’t I acquired your trust yet? After all we’ve gone through? You’re hopeless.

You know, I’ve been called jerk four times today. Four’s a pattern, five’s a fact. So, you see, there’s still hope.

Jerk.

You just rendered me hopeless.

…

I trust you. I really do.

Then tell me. I’m all ears.

I just like to rile you up. You know, when those steams get out through your ears, you look like a choo choo train. [grins]

I’m amused. [scowls]

You really wanna listen?

Sure.

I’ll tell you. I promise.

What’s the catch?

About our plan to hang out?

Yeah?

Well, make it at my place. I’ve got four Die Hard DVDs and I plan on doing a marathon.

Die Hard? I don’t fancy a bald Willis.

Me neither. But I’m cool as long as it’s Willis.

What about The Kid?

Now you reminded me. I love that smile of his in that movie! So innocently cute for a guy his age!

Please, I haven’t had my lunch and puking will only makes my stomach hold a grudge against me.

And his last line in The Sixth Sense? “Good night, sweetheart”? That was totally awwwe. [eyes glisten]

Spare my ears, Colonel Ogle.

Whateve. You bring the popcorn. I want plain. Bring some milk, will ya? I spy only one carton of it in the fridge.

Demanding. Difficult. Why did I even bother with you?

I’m a Choleric. This is what we do. What else? Oh, yes. Just come after Isya’ and we’ll have a sleepover. Then we wake up for Qiam and you can get off my back! How does that sounds?

Like a pain.

I know you’ll see it my way!

Well, at least I made you happy.

I’m always happy. What makes you says the opposite?

Your –

[glances at empty wrist] Oh, look at the time! I gotta go. I know you’ll bug me anyhow, so you know what number to call. Roger and out! [runs off]

My ego sure pummelled back to Earth. [sigh]