My first chakra feels so dead.

I'm really starting to dislike socialising with people I barely know.

Its so energy draining.

And I can't believe I'm sick.

Again. (Sorry, Pau, sorry, sorry, sorry X20)

Haih, have a nice life, Vicki.

~Smartee

Should I laugh or cry?

I'm so disorientated at the moment, I don't even know how to start my post.

What did I do last Thursday? Or Friday?

I remember I helped out a bit at my mum's kindergarten's graduation. And then I went for some movie with Pauline Chen and Richie at Times Square. And I also remember that I wanted to blog about all the stupid things we did there. Like Paupau and Richie squabbling over whether we should take a bus or a taxi to Times Square.

But right now, so much bad news is happening that the events within the past few days are practically obliterated from memory.

I need to sleep...

I need to eat...

I need to do something other than exist...

I need to live...

=(

So this is how it feels to operate on zero sleep for the past 2 days.

Doesn't help that I'm showered with... no, not love, but all sorts of bad news today.

~Seluar Pandai

P.S. How can I say its over, when it never even started?

P.P.S. Pauline summarised the bad news today in the form of "from @#$% to V***** to M* to Y* to B**......@#$($*(@#&$".

P.P.P.S. Can't find the right words...can't find them...

Poisonbox

I had a flu jab on Tuesday. =(

Daddy: Oi.
Me: Yes?
Daddy: Get ready, we're going to the hospital in 15 minutes.
Me: Whyyyy? Who died???
Daddy: ... we're getting a flu injection.
Me: WHAT?!
Daddy: *long lecture about H1N1*
Me: *sticks fingers in ears and shakes head*
Daddy: Cooperate a bit la...its just a needle..
Me: *fingers stuck in ears* lalalalala~
Daddy: ...won't even hurt...
Me: *fingers stuck in ears* lalalalalala~
Daddy: ...at the most, just a small prick...
Me: *fingers stuck in ears* LALALALALA~
Daddy: Okay, lets go.
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Daddy: Faster, faster, go change!
Me: *bursts into tears and wails like a baby*

I skipped school from Monday to Tuesday. As in Monday last week till Tuesday this week. And right now, I don't regret it. Because I came to school on Wednesday this week... and well, it was a waste of time. Who taught us that masa itu emas? And who's wasting post pmr students' time? Sheesh.

I think I was pretty much a nuisance on Wednesday.

"Did you miss me? Huh? I know you missed me. Did ya? Did ya?" I irritated my friends a lot with this.

And guess what we did on Wednesday. Attempted to cook food over open fires and played poisonbox. Can things get any lamer? We played Poisonbox, for crying out loud.

~Smartee

You gotta wake up and see things,

The way that they are and not what you're thinking,

No matter how far, you'll be in my heart,

But not the way that you're wishing.

And if we were meant to be

You gotta back off baby,

I can't pretend I wanna be your one and only,

If you wanna change my mind,

You gotta give me a little time,

You gotta back off baby,
You gotta wait for, wait for me.

This song is... for you.

Yawn.

Local time: 7.17am

G'morning, peeps. =)

Rise and shine, smartee pants.

*yawn*

I think I'll go back to sleep.

Chipping and chatting

Do you know how difficult it is to eat and chat on MSN at the same time?

I'm not the kind of person who stares at the keyboard searching for alphabets and types with two fingers while chatting, because I'm accustomed to the normal way of typing (in case you didn't know, its with 8 fingers on the alphabets and 2 thumbs on the spacebar =.="). So its pretty much of a pain typing with one hand and eating chips with the other.

Which is what I was doing like, 7 minutes ago.

And I decided that chips isn't worth so much that I can ditch that person to eat in peace.
And I also decided that person isn't worth so much that I can ditch chips for that person to chat in peace.

And I can't type with both hands because one hand is full of chippy crumbs. And the last time my sister typed with her hands stained with food, baby cockroaches actually came crawling out of the keyboard.

So I found a solution.

That's why I'm eating chips with a spoon and typing with both hands.

Tada! Problem solved!

~Smartee

P.S. Guess who I was chatting with.


Oh, you don't wanna know? =(

P.P.S. Tomato flavoured chips rocks =)

P.P.P.S. This post is pointless. I was just typing this post while munching chips and waiting for Nav to reply.

Through the thick and thin

I am in the middle of a nuclear disaster at the moment (minus the radiation). But, my fingers are itchy (probably from the dust...you'll find out why in a few moments).

Thursday's performance = rocks!

Friday's trip to Bukit Tinggi = Even better (and it was with my brother!)

Saturday = Sleep + Eat + Sleep + More eating + More sleeping.

Sunday = Church + Hunting for you-know-what for you-know-where.

Monday = Skipped school

Tuesday = WAAAAAAAA! =(

At the moment, I'm attempting (and miserably failing) to clean my room. This afternoon I told myself I must clear out the 70 different types of debris in my room. An undebatable, absolute, must. So with that firm resolution in mind, I started....................wondering where to start. =.="

"Should I sweep the floor first?"

"Or should I change the sheets?"

"Maybe I should clear out my wardrobe?"

"Should I clear the dust off my table?"

"Or should I clear the dust off the things on my table?"

I swear, it was a pain in the ass.

In the end I decided to do what I suspect Pauline does.

Just shove everything into the drawers. I have plenty of drawers, so no worries. The problem with this solution is...sooner or later, I'd have to clear out my drawers, right?

Hence, the reason for my "WAAAAAA! =(".

Today was interesting though, because while I was trying to salvage something useful from the unwashed clothes and dust on the floor, I found a .... key. Took me a moment to realise that it was a key to a drawer that I haven't opened for a long time. Mostly because there were a lot of things in there that I didn't want to look at anymore, but had too much sentimental value to throw away.

I thought I had lost that key a long time ago, and there was no hope of reopening that drawer in a sane way (breaking in by force doesn't count as sane). Turns out that stupid key was hanging out with my dirty laundry on the floor I walk on everyday.

I even found an old S.K.I.E.S. book, the tattered copy of the first song I wrote nearly 5 years ago, the first printed draft of CotS: Journey till the Ends Meet and a whole lot of notes and letters. All in the tiny drawer. Hard to get letters nowsadays, with emails and SMSes running around like nobody's business.

Anyway, I swear I won't ever lose that key again. Ever, ever. Because though pain may be part of the past, its also part of the future. And broken vases can never be completely whole again.

And some things that we lose can never be found again.

But that doesn't mean we should hold on like nobody's business.

Because some things are meant to be gone forever.

And I love speaking in riddles because I know it drives you crazy. =)

~Smartee

P.S. The title above "through thick and thin".. I know you're thinking it means how friends stick with you through thick and thin or something similar.

It doesn't.

It symbolises me cleaning through the debris in my room. Enjoying the thin and stuffing the thick down a drawer, where I won't have to worry about it for the next 5 years.






Don't laugh! If you think about the work involved for me, its not even funny!

Post PMR Date

It really sounds nice. Post PMR Post PMR Post PMR Post PMR Post PMR Post PMR Post PMR.

...


Yeah, I'm usually like this.

Pre-SPM.

AWWWW.

Anyway, back to the topic, the date on Friday... with 3 girls, Miss Kelly, Mrs Pearly and .............Christie. Apparently, Chris and I were suppose to "help" Kelly and Pearly buy their dresses and masks for prefect's night.

So we went trampling around Times Square searching for a dress that was "not too mature!" (Pearly) and that doesn't "make me look so old!" (Kelly). And when we finally found a shop with dresses that wasn't "ohmywhat-so-expensive!" (Pearly) and "Eww-no-way-I'm-wearing-that!" (Kelly), you wouldn't believe what happened.

To the few guys who read my blog, if you ever date Kelly or Pearly, be sure you don't teman them shopping for clothes. Not unless you wanna stand in some girly shop, with your arms folded and your eyes glued to your watch. I'm just telling, for your sanity's sake. Don't say I didn't warn you, (Can't-say-his-name-here).

"...and that was the longest 40 minutes of my life." - quote Christie from her blog.

This Kelly went into the dressing room (and came out looking gorgeous then she went straight back in to change into the next dress..) times (darab =.=") the sentence in the bracket half a dozen times. I'm lazy to type it out again and again.

This Pearly was even better (translation if you can't understand Sarcasmland language: WORSE). She change into one dress and stayed in front of mirror looking hot for forty crazy minutes, all the while asking if it looks okay.

Pearly: Are you sure I look okay in it?
Us (two salesgirls, Chris, me): Yes, of course, you look really gorgeous...etc.
Pearly: But don't I look too skinny in it????
Us: Noooo, of course not, you look just fine, etc
Pearly: So should I buy this..?
Us: Yes, of course, why not, you look so nice, and its not that expensive..etc.
Pearly: What if my mum doesn't like it?
Us: That's like, impossible, since you look so pretty in it, etc
Pearly: Haaaahhh, but I'm not sure la...
Christie: *waves her fist and says something threatening*
Pearly: But still, don't you think I look weird in it????
Me: Pearly, if (can't-say-his-name-here) sees you in that dress, he's gonna think he died and went to heaven.
Pearly: *splutters something that sounds like a mix between "whatthehell!" and "vicki-shutup!"*
Salesgirls: Uhh, haha?

Imagine having that conversation in 20 different ways for 40 minutes. I thought I died and went to hell.

Okay, bad example, but still. Its actually quite funny, thinking about both of them at that time now. Thank God, they got their stuff. Amen. Phew.

The best part was that Christie brought her camera and we were so excited about taking pictures of Pearly and Kelly in their prefect's night dresses, that after they came out of the dressing rooms in those dresses, we ..........................................................................................................................................completely forgot to take a single picture. I could have hit myself on the head for forgetting...........but I didn't. This brain needs to take SPM.

Anyway, we watched some movie called Meatballs, which was about this fella who invented a machine that made food fall from the sky. Sounds lame, but its kinda funny.

My weekend was uneventful, other than a raging sorethroat and a stubbornly-refusing-to-just-go-away headache.

I think for prom stuff I better not go shopping with Christie. She seems to have the idea of forcing me into all sorts of hideous things stuck in her head permanently.

Much love people,

~Smartee

P.S. I wore boots with heels during the outing. It felt so good being 3cm taller than Christie. XD
P.P.S. Check out Christie's blog. She complained better about the outing than I did. =)
P.P.P.S. Gotta say I'm addicted to the Crossroads project.