Hey, I just realized that I've been writing for about 14 months. That's quite long, isn't it?

For me, I guess.

I don't quite remember how long did my last blog last. And for what reason did I delete it and started this one weeks later?

Completely no idea.

Well, that's me. Freaking forgetful. That's my routine actually. Except when it comes to banging people back and collecting debts. Yep, that's me. I'm stingy and revengeful (in terms of listing out all the things I've done for you, which you so gracefully [may have] forgotten.)

Update! My little hobby has expanded from an aimless, over-detailed-that-it-becomes-freaking-long fiction to 4 and a half chapters! Whoopee for me!

I can actually write that much. And mind you, those chapters are considered long. None of you get to see them anyway/by the way/however.

I'm so tired right now, but I don't want to sleep. I'm so sticky right now, I just want to bathe. I'm so in pain right now, but I don't have a masseuse. I'm in desperate need of a new book to read right now, but I can't get any yet (Or I'll have to settle with McFly fan fiction, although there are a few really good writers there).

On another note, Chia Li's (Then on, known as Esther.) birthday is coming really soon. I hope there's booze. But then, Guan Shern is having a BBQ party on the same day and the time is so close together.

The Hwey just contemplates on whether she should be going for both. What's there to think?! Just go for both!

Go to Esther's first, celebrate for 2 hours maybe? Since they said it'll be a short celebration.
(I suggest we crash Jolin Tsai's concert and jump on stage while she dances to her song, Dancing Diva [I hate that song! I was forced to learn it for choir! Freaking song gives me the creeps now.], force Jolin to sing 'Happy Birthday' to Esther at knife-point while doing her gymnastics [I don't hate Jolin. I like her. I just prefer to watch her dancing]. Then make her fans buy presents for Esther.)

Then head on over to Guan Shern's BBQ. 10 o'clock, still not too late, right? 20-40 people expected, so I don't think the party's going to end so soon. And it was nice of Guan Shern to invite me as well, even if we don't know each other well. Thank you to you! I hope there's booze.

Update shmugdates.

Reading that book makes me feel all thoughtful again. Time flies like crazy.

Sean's listening to Viva Forever by Spice Girls. I like that song. But it reminds me even more of the past and how time has really, REALLY, crazily flew by. I still remember watching that Spice Girls movie. Victoria driving the bus pass Buckingham Palace.

Can you imagine Princess Diana has been gone for 10 years, next year? (No offense or anything for bringing this up like it's nobodies business. Did not intend to and don't mean to.) Her sons are throwing a concert in her memory in Wembley Arena. I think it's there. Anyway, it's all still in the works.

As much as I like thinking/planning my future (as I've been doing a lot, telling all of you poor souls out there, reading all my shit), I hate it as much. I get so lost 'cause I can't make up my mind. I like this and I like that. I like advertising, I like hotel management, I like to be in the production of films, I like being able to work in a record company running the schedules of artistes (which reminds me, saw Quincy Tan, yet again. He was wearing this really cool, totally white cap. I want a cap for my freaking birthday, as I have said before on my 16th birthday!), I like writing (weird, never knew I really did), I like science (even weirder), I like planning things somehow, hence event management!, and now I like a bit of journalism!

I thought I was going to score badly for Journalism. Guess not. I think. Don't think I'm doing that bad anyway.

Ahhhh... The joy of having a blog. Rant like it's nobodies business. No one's going to stop you. See, I'm talkative.

You know what, I've never ever completely agreed on the idea that weblogs should be made to be seen by the whole world. It is, after all, a journal; your personal thoughts, feelings and opinions, your life is in there. Sorry, UP there, in the World Wide Web for the Whole Wide World to see.

A journal, something so personal, published on the web, for the masses to delve (as I search the meaning of this word, I multitask; Doing kindeegarden maths and typing in the search box for the word 'delve'. I've searched the word before, but poor little too-young-to-have-Alzheimer's me is having a tough time recalling its meaning.)into. Just doesn't seem right.

Even worse, these 'authors' want people to come in and read about their lives (Beyotchy ol' me was a victim once). Yes, the attention can be nice. But a journal? Seriously. Yes, yes. Times have changed. Everything is so commercialized nowadays. Even Campbell's Soup has got to think up ways for their customers to enjoy their soup (notice their commercials about people being able to enjoy their soup with biscuits), or else they're doomed. (Edit: Just noticed that Campbell's doesn't really have anything to do with this issue.)

But I refuse to accept the fact that journals should be allowed any viewership by the masses. Just like I refuse to accept the fact that primary school girls are dressing way older than they should be, way older than me. But what am I saying? I'm a blogger, but who does not yearn for the high volume of visitors anymore. Already stopped long time ago.

But then again, it's a fact. No point in being so resentful about it. It's still gonna happen. The world still revolves around the sun. The birds are still going to chirp in the morning at 7am (unless they die of a terrible pandemic). Sean is still going to sing his latin songs, sitting in front of the computer, and sometimes standing up to do his Cha Chas. Mosquitoes are still going to suck off my leg when I blog in this room. Time's still going to move even if we wanted it to stop to enjoy or prevent certain things.

I'm so realistic. Practical. My aunt said that I'm a practical person. But I do have my share of, and dream about things that I know won't come true. Forgive me, I digress.

Right. Back to what I was saying. It's a fact that 9 year-olds are already turning into miniature women. It's a fact that journals are being commercialized (Just that one sense of privacy brought out to the world! Yes, I still can't get over it). It's a fact that I'm sleeping late lately and will have a problem waking up when my next semester starts. It's a fact that my annoying brother has no concern for the things happening in the family. It's a fact that Malaysia may, I repeat, MAY, become very dependant on other countries if we keep sending young PhD holders into space and asking them to make teh tarik there. Not to mention all the bloody records we want to break and make.

Again, I didn't know I could write so much about what I want to say. Quite difficult for me, you see.

Anyway, it is a fact that I HAVE to accept, because if you don't accept things that happen and are for real, you'll be shunned and possibly be seen as a deviant (just maybe..).

Maybe not. You'll probably just get weird stares all over and people won't really want to talk to you because they think you can't accept change and you're unusual.

*Gasps* It's the girl/guy-who-can't-accept-the-fact, run awaaaaay!

I'll end here.

Haaaaa.. I hope I have more of these posts. Makes me feel good knowing that I can write long pieces of articles. I <3 writing!!