Sweet Sixteen

Happy Birthday, Xiao. =D

May all your wishes be fulfilled, all your dreams come true and happiness live in your - yadda yadda, so on so forth, etc etc etc. XD

~V

Bloo- I mean, teardrops on my guitar

The fingers on my left hand are in severe pain.

Bruised. Red. Swelling. Layers of skin peeling. Horribly deformed.

Ouch.

I'm now doing most of my typing with my right hand. Feels like these fingers are gonna be disfigured.

Permanently.

I know you're wondering what abuse I've been applying to these poor fingers.

Here's the clue.

The fingers on my left hand are bruised. Only my thumb remains unscathed. But even the knuckle's turning ugly scarlet.

I'm not sure if its amazing or abusive to be playing for 7 hours straight.

Just the sight of it and my lunch threatens to make a reappearance.

~V

I'm finally going on vacation without my parents!!!

So many things to blog about, but I don't really have the time nor the inclination to think and type.

1. Jaime came home for CNY. Here's what you get for being the youngest sibling in the family.

I was out Starbucking with Jaime and Timmy.

Jaime: *complains about Malaysian weather*
Timmy: *talks about migrating*
Jaime: You know, what they need is this giant, central aircon-
Me: Aircons cause global warming!

And they both stared at me like I sprouted eight pairs of wings. Giant black butterfly wings. With yellow polka dots.

Me: ...?
Timmy: You know every time you make a stupid comment like that, you grow 1 cm shorter.
Me: *splutters*
Jaime: And with that kind of height, you really can't afford to lose 1 cm.
Me: *squeals something incoherent*
Timmy: So you make 10 stupid comments, you grow 10 cm shorter.
Me: *kicks up a big fuss*

The fact that they both tower over me by several inches doesn't help.

I don't remember much about the rest, like I said, no inclination to think.

2. I was sick with severe vomiting. Its really stressful to wake up at 4 in the morning because your tummy isn't cooperating with your brain. And then your oesophagus (hmm, how do you spell it?) goes on strike and you have to rush to the toilet. And stay there for 1 hour +. And then your parents get so worked up so they bring you to the nearest 24 hour clinic.

And its too near to drive. Too far for a sick person to walk. But we walked anyway, and I puked the whole way there. Thank god it was 6 in the morning so the only people who stared at this psycho who was puking her intestines out by the roadside was the other psychos who lepak-ed around town area at unearthly hours.

3. I sat on top of my class lockers. Its easy really. Just put a chair on a table and a chair next to the table and make sure somebody's there to catch you in case your balancing is too incompetent. Haha, we were painting the class (bright daffodil yellow, ugh) and someone had to paint the area above the lockers. So the bunch of tiny girls had to do it, in case the more enormous people crashed right through the lockers.

4. My exam results are like sky-high and sea-low. Not exactly sky-high. Maybe Petronas Twin Tower kind of high. Let's not talk about that.

5. KARA. Self explained. Thanks a lot, Peter and Bee.

Gudaereul saranghae, my love~

6. Hmph, I'm so gonna buy myself an acoustic guitar that can be strapped at its body and has decent sounds. Don't bother asking what I want for my birthday. I want money. July, come faster.

7. I've got great news, but I ain't telling you guys yet. Let me book the airplane tickets first. =)

~Pen (inner joke, ask 4C students)

You held me till the morning light shone through~
And you held me till the darkness disappeared~
I never knew the breaking dawn could be so beautiful~
And you chased away the shadows of my fears~
And my dawn broke through~

- Breaking Dawn (No, not the Twilight thing, sheesh)