Listen to JAMIE

It was almost 2pm and my phone rang. There was a SMS from an unknown number with the international code of China.

“waahaa..my brother drooled on my pillow!”

Wait. This is sick. Who the hell will drool on his sister’s pillow except that particular…drool-er?
Wait, again. People in china are suppose to send their SMSes in Mandarin instead of English, this must be from someone local.

Then I remembered Tina is in Shanghai with her family.

What the hell man. She sent SMS all the way from China just to tellduu me her brother drooled on her pillow?!?!

After replying her SMS and confirmed it was her, she said she wanted to go to sleep!
Wait wait. It was almost 2pm and she wanted to go to sleep?

“Hey, we’re in the same time zone aren’t we? U wanna sleep now?”
“Yup. Nap ma..today wake up too early. All beause of my brother lo. My mum even go buy strawberry just for him leh!”

WAIT! Strawberry? Si Do Beh Lei?
And guess what, I asked for strawberry from her since…we hardly get any nice strawberry in here.

“Ha ha..maybe if u ask me real nice..maybe i’ll buy for you. But then strawberry very fast spoil! And im going to KK first..so sorry lo.u do not want spoiled ones eh?”

FUWAHHHH. I got to entertain her when she’s all the way in China..and I can’t even get some strawberry? *sobs*

I WANT STRAWBERRRRRRYYYYYYY..and oranges.

The other night I dreamt that I was floating on the air. Not sky.
I was walking and suddenly felt so light..and I started to float!
I remember how the people around pointed and looked at me like I was some freak. Nobody was bother to help.
I was so scared. I hope I could hide myself.
It didn’t feel good, at all.

Sometimes I seem to be so lost that I can’t even find myself..

I wish I can use the earphone..to listen to my own heart.

p/s : And something is making me really excited. Yes yes, I’m counting down.

The notebook. Another playground.

Storm. Life.

I think I have to stop being all so emo and down. Stop digging into myself. Gotta redirect my own attention to somewhere else. Eg. telling people MCR = Mermaid Cum Ranger. And know what, he believes it. *wicked smile* Or reading. The only thing is, my book rack is too packed. I need a new place to keep all my novels.

Currently reading Angel Blood by John Singleton.

It’s kinda…sad. =\ *shrugs*

I’M BORED!

It was 4am+ in the morning and I couldn’t fall asleep. Even after I cleaned up my room, my book rack, arrange my messy table etc.

So I decided to make a F.O.C call to Celcom careline..at 4am+. Since I don’t know who to SMS.

-After some intros and basic infos-
“How may I help you, miss?”
“Ummm. *thinking hard to ask something* How can I activate my GPRS?”
“Owh. The GPRS is ready in ur SIM card because you’re using 3G SIM card..yadda yadda yadda..call us using another phone and redirect to the techinician department..blah blah blah”
*Meh. Yah I know, I know…*
“Owh thank you.”
“Is there anything else I can help?”
“Umm. Why are u working at this hour?”
“Sorry?
“Err. Why are u working at 4am?”
“Err. it’s my shift.”
“Owh…i see.”
“Is there anything else I can help?”
“Oh. That’s all.”
“Oh by the way, you have to register your number before 15 Dec.. blah blah blah.. maybank2u.com yadda yadda Shell blah blah blah..”

I TELL U, THE NUMBER REGISTERATION PART LASTED ALMOST 1 MINUTE AND I FELT SO MUCH LIKE STOPPING HIM BECAUSE I’VE REGISTERED! IDIOT.

I could hardly catch his words anyway. He sounded sleepy. And dull.

By the way, I think I’m gonna do this again soon. To ask what does he/she want for Christmas. Provided that I’m bored at midnight again.

NO..DON’T BAR MY LINE FROM CALLING THE CARELINE..I WILL ASK SOMETHING..

ps : getting back the Sony DSC T10 tomorrow..whee whee whee!

I planned to wake up at 9am this morning. Yah, I must be crazy or something. But I just wanted to do so. To wake up early and to…have breakfast?

So I set the alarm and went to sleep at 5am, thought that it’s not a problem to be up at 9pm when the alarm rang.

But halfway sleeping, my mum suddenly intruded my room, like she always do everyday and off my air-cond. Wait, I thought it’s not even 9am? Until I checked my phone, it’s actually 12pm and I didn’t realise it when my alarm rang.

Great. Now I know I’m a heavy sleeper. And I need a louder alarm. Perhaps double alarm.

I’m down with dysmenorrhea. Thus a pointless entry. *shrugs*

Boring Saturday. No, everyday is. Gah, I need to do something.

My brain has started to rot. And I’m talking rot. Rotten. Rotted. ROAR!

Spent some time to finish up the reading about pharmaceuticals in HuaiBin’s blog and can’t really remember those drugs’ names. Not like I need to memorise them anyway. But at least I sound quite cool when I say benzodiazepine, or alprazolam, clonazepam, whatever-am.

I was up at 9am+ this morning. Haven’t been waking up that early since the holidays started. Woke up, went downstairs, wandered around and got ready the jam and bread, planning to have my breakfast before lying down the sofa. And hell, I fell asleep again until 1pm. Gosh. I sleep too much.

Don’t even know how did I spend my day. It just whoosh-ed, and it’s now 10pm. *shrugs* Time flies, yeah.

WHAT’S THE WHOLE WORLD DOING?! HOW COME I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING? Geez.

I need to find something to do……………. *yawns* Wait, except sleeping.

It was 6am in the morning. I was too scared to go to sleep after a nightmare.

Then I realised the sky is getting brighter and brighter. I went to draw the curtain and stared at the sky. Suddenly feeling cold in my room. And I decided to force myself to sleep after sending a lame good morning SMS, at 6am+.

I want to be a girl with no emotion at all. I don’t hurt others and vice versa. Or at least I don’t feel anything, even when I hurt or got hurt.

I find it ridiculous, when I’m asking for so much in life. Being greatly unsatisfied with, well, almost everything. Ridiculous. I ain’t doing anything to make my life a better one, do I? Maybe, I just don’t know how to.

Sometimes I feel really really lost. There’s no way to turn. Only a very dark path ahead. Ambiguous. All by myself.

The other afternoon I had a dream about my childhood friend. We used to be very close back in the primary school days. I dreamt that I was in her room, the place I used to stay overnight at. I didn’t know why, but I was crying, lying on the floor. Later on we were in a function. The place was real messy. I couldn’t get anyone I know. Nobody listens to me in there. They were enjoying among themselves. Geez.

I should sleep less to avoid nightmares.

The fear creeps into me
By all of sudden
Tears start to flow
Without a known reason
And I decided to think of nothing
But to go to sleep
And pretend that I never existed