May 13, 2005

the object of much debate

This is me, with my bear busuk. That's exactly how I look like when I'm in front of the computer (note: pic taken circa 2003). Ask anyone whose seen me at at my most vulnerable (specs, bear busuk, et al), and they'll agree. BB (short for bear busuk), has been the object of many debates. With my mom, my then housemates and friends who's dropped by.
Here are what they've to say (names spelt backwards to feign anonymity).

alezsuy:
"Q. does that bear have a name? high time it does.

Your bear taknak tukar baju dia ke? pantat dia asik terbobos aje, pakai kan lah baju yang sempurna sikit"

ade:
"suy, out of curiousity....i went to sniff this lil bear when she wasnt looking......bau pengok seeehhh"

Kay, the last comment was really farny, cos I actually caught her doing that and her expression was mastercard-priceless! Kinda serves her right actually. hmph.

I've had this particular bear for quite awhile already (5 years tops). I know it's gross, but it's my security bear.
Without it, I can't sleep (I bring BB everywhere I go. Even on the plane. Erm, except to places I don't need to sleep at), I feel disorientated when in bed, and I'll start looking for it (my sister has an evil habit of hiding it ).
My boyfriend refuses to touch it cos it's full of germs. That's kinda funny, cos I don't fall sick that easily.
I have no recollection whatsoever as to how I came about sniffing bears. And I ONLY sniff teddy bears. Not pillows, not some golliwog doll, not blankets. Oh, I forgot, I not only sniff, I gentel (now, what's the english word for gentel?). Anyway, I had many different bears throughout my life. I said different cos my mom used to throw them out once she finds out that I was sniffing it. And I'd be at a loss, cos I can't sleep and I get nausea. Doesn't that sound abit like withdrawal symptoms? So she's got no choice but to let me use another bear as a BB. But it takes time for a BB to smell right. It needs to be honed to nasal perfection. Any sign of it being in the sun and it'll smell different. And you know it's been in the sun. And you know who did it. My mom, to date, has given up trying to stop me from having a BB. She's actually warned me of repercussionsof having BB when I get married.

Anyway, to update, this BB does not wear his purple singlet anymore. No, I've not replaced it with another singlet. In fact, he's not even wearing anything now. I wanted to do something good and wash his singlet, and it got lost in the laundry. Don't ask me how, it just did, ok.

I've tried weaning myself off it, but I can't. Or so I tell myself.

luv, tash 10:38 PM