I can't believe its already tuesday. Tuesday with a friggin T! Time sure flies like how an UFO whizzes past you.
I can't believe it. I'm left with only 5 more days till I start school again. Damnit. I feel so upset, and Phantom Of The Opera's songs aren't helping me either. FIAK, back to school in 5 days.
So, if you bother to care what I've been doing for the past 2 weeks of holidays ( I know you don't, but if you are actually still reading this post and visiting my blog, it definitely tells me otherwise! (; Nyeh nyeh!), I've been waking up around 10 because by then the sun rays have filtered into my room and my feet are being sun-tanned unknowingly until I feel the amount of heat start to buildup then I awake, thinking my feet have caught fire. And my room heats up to 33ºC. What a great way to wake up in the morning huh.
Yeah, totallye.
Have been having strange and a great deal of dreams.
Just yesterday, I dreamt I was having a fight with my younger brother. Because of something really insignificant which I shall not mention. And I remember, I was screeching at the top of my voice and yelling at him, in a way which I'd never do that unless he really pisses me off like plucking out my hair for no apparent reason or sticking a feather up my nostrils.
As I was screaming hysterically, Ma-terr grabbed me and started hitting me. Needless to say, a physical fight broke out between me and Ma-terr.
I do remember Ma-terr hitting me the whole lot time and because it was immorally right to hit your own parents, I withheld my urge to hit back and I was restraining Ma-terr and tried to block her blows instead.
Kinda scary to think of it. To have your mother hitting and scratching you when you're at adulthood.
GAWD. Too much drama for me. I've got to cut down now before I get all these odd and bizzare dreams about hygiene and fights and whatever not.
Besides my crazy ass dreams, I submitted one of my stories to RP's editor for the school newsletter. Here's what he/she said,
'...Thanks for this! Really happy you took the initiative to send it to me. We don't have enough space to put it in this issue, but lets definitely consider it for the next issue. I'll also send it to Audra and Melanie- the advisors of the Creative Writing wing of WRITE IG. '
ANYWAY, right now, I'm in the phase where I think about things that I wouldn't have give a tick about say, a year ago.
Right now, I'm constantly asking myself if the opposite party really means what she/he says. Its just that back a year ago, things weren't that obvious and I chose to believe that friends aren't that vicious to say things that are mean. In other words, superficiality level was quite high then.
I hate it when people give false hopes. Like the hilighted sentence. If my editor here really wants my story, he/she should something like, 'we'll definitely include it in, in the next issue' instead of 'consider'. If he/she hated my article I'd prefer, 'your article isn't what I was looking for and in other words, it sucks! BALIK KAMPUNG, SUCKA!'
Okay la. It sounds quite extreme.
If lets say I had cancer and I have got less than a year to live, I'd rather have my doctor tell me what's going on than keeping me in the dark and not letting me treasure my last few days on Earth.
Ah well, when the next issue is out, we'll see if he/she kept his/her words alright! (;
Mmmm... I'm thinking of what else to blog about.
OH.
I haven't bathed. Who wants a smooch from a smelly girl?
No takers ah. WAH LAU. Go eat dust in your keyboards luh.
Okay la, I'll blog another time. Prolly next saturday when I start my school again. ):
Wide eyed fear
