Meteorite Approaching: Comin' Clean

Family's ariving tonight... What a fun time we're going to have...

See, as I had already made up my mind about the trip down South, I confirmed with them whether I have my passport at home or with my sis (Mum was worried about it and asked me to hand it to my sis last year for safe-keeping). Somehow, things get further complicated when she asked why I needed it for. And that's when the stupid mouth leads to even more stupid confession. Trip down south, alone.
*WTF?*

As the afternoon fades closer and closer to evening, I'm still thinking of all the lies I need to bestow upon them without showing any leakages. Mum knows me too much, she knows when I'm lying, and she practically knows everyone I know. Except of course, a few things that I've kept to myself all this while, i.e. my bongblongblog and MSN-ing. So, the problem I'm seeing now, she'll really interrogate me until she's fully satisfied. Mum... always like that. *Dear Lord, spare me...*

She knows what I did throughout the 6 years of primary school, she knows my schoolmates from secondary school, she recognize who I'm hanging out with in Pre-U, she's friend with my housemates, and she was told I wasn't getting along with the people from other faculty back when I was still staying in residential college. So you see, I need to come up with solid excuse not to get myself into tricky awkward situation without spilling the soup since I'm not so ready yet, when I tell her I've got friends in Sporeland. She knows the friend I know she knows who're in Sporeland. Just one friend from secondary school doing nursing in NUS. And no one else. And I never told her about my knowing a guy down there. So she's going to ask who's this other friend that she doesn't know of. And trust me, it's not what you like.

How am I ever going to tell her I've got a whole new community of friends in the internet whom I know just like, less than a year ago? I can't really tell her I started to engage myself in blogging and that I find solace chatting with all these fellas when I have since a year ago, kept more and more private things of my life to myself.

I'm picturing how she'll ask me to vomit everything I've eaten since July. Start of the blog, acquaintance through blog travel, messaging on MSN, and finally meeting up for dinner and so forth. Yes, simple and innocent it may sound, but in case you didn't know, I did have a very bad bad story asociated with internet. Mum got jumpy when I mentioned chatting. She'll wander off into the land of chatrooms and children kidnapper pretending to be 16. So if there were notorious stories of fakers online, doesn't mean EVERYONE is right? But why do I get touchy about me telling her about my whole new other life then?!

Truth is, I don't want her to start pressuring me till I vomit my guts out. Guts out = the bravery of Leggie. I was searching for all the bravery posts Leggie had back in March 2006. So, if you know who Leggie is, you'll know what I mean. Else don't bother my rants anyway. *LMAO* No, I'm not taking that move, not anytime while they're here I hope, although whatever I'm thinking right now, I can't stop picturing what would happen. She'll be devastated. I'll be depressed.

And I'm already letting myself sulk into the my pillows listening to all the depressive songs... Welcome, Depression coming my way.



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