Long-ish Post About Random Things

I have a feeling that this entry is going to be a long one so brace yourself and fasten your seatbelt. Not that you really need to, because obviously you don't have a seatbelt and neither do I, but I'm just saying.

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I think my results are out. They are finally out! But I don't have the guts to check. A woos, you say? I am. So deal with it and move on with your life, while I'm stuck here contemplating whether or not I should check my exam results. Hmmmmm....

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Yesterday, I woke up late. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just late as per usual. Still arse-freezing cold. I made my way to the stinky toilet. I looked in the mirror. I couldn't see my reflection! I was blind! I panicked. Then I remembered that I hadn't had my glasses on, so problem solved. As I was brushing my teeth, I contemplated whether or not it's a good idea to have a shower. I decided not to namely because a) I was already late. Showering would mean I'd be even later and b) It was too bloody cold. Excellent choice. I gave myself a pat on the back for making such a brilliant decision. Then I proceeded to washing my face. As I was washing my complicated face (as in skin wise not awkward no eyes/no nose kinda thing), I spotted something out of the ordinary on my head. In fact, it was so out of the ordinary I'm going to use the word extraordinary. Mind you, that I was blind at this time and yet I could still spot the extraordinary little piece of thing on my head, amidst all the frizziness that my ever so shiny black hair always makes everytime I get out of bed (urm, is this sentence correct? I mean, can my hair make frizziness? I'm so confused).

That little piece of thing shines under the light (no, it's not a halo and I'm not an angel...and no, I can't grant make you win a million bucks). I freaked out. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. My mind went blank for about 2 minutes (damn, now I'm sooo going to be late -- every second is precious. I can eat breakfast in 2 minutes without choking myself to death. That's how important the 2 minutes were). I stood there frozen. When I finally regained consciousness and was in a relatively stable state of mind, I mustered the courage to look closer. My heart was pounding so bloody fast. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be (why am I repeating myself?). I lifted that little thing up. Since I was blind, it took a little more time to actually lift it up (there goes another minute. Damn!). It was a strand of WHITE HAIR. ONE FREAKING WHITE HAIR! I was so down I opted to call in sick instantly. I couldn't possibly go out with a white hair damaging the even black colour tone of my hair. No way. So I did what Mum and Dad have been doing all these while. I plucked it out. It worked and I safely reached work...late...again.

Am I getting old? Is it the weather? Is it the shampoo? Having a kick arse hair (everyone says so. This is totally not my own judgment), -- asymmetrical on the back with a so-awesome-you'd-die-looking-at-it side fringe -- I can't afford having anything white on my hair. Unless if I had my hair dyed white, then that's a totally different story but based on personal (bad, really bad) experience when I was 15, I will never get my hair dyed. Ever. Not white, not black, not pink, not anything. Period. Until I can figure out what's wrong with Mr. Hair who yesterday decided to scare me to DEATH by breeding a single white hair (or more like adopting a white hair), I will stop talking about it because just the thought of it makes me sad. I'll update you on Adopted Single White Hair later.

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It snowed last Saturday. The very first time that I experienced snow. I lied, sorry. I went skiing before but I don't consider it as snow-experience, it was a ski-experience. Get the difference? No? I don't either. Anyways, it was so cold that I didn't get out of the house at all. I mean, not at all. I lied again. I did get out of the house just to check if it was really snowing. It did. So I went back inside and never to see the sun shining ever again. Well, not that day at least. Looks like it's a white Christmas afterall. I have always experienced hot Christmases (is this plural for Christmas?) in Malaysia (d'oh. Tropical climate!) and Australia (double d'oh. Summer!). I remember enjoying Christmas in Bondi Beach with Santa surfers and erm, bikini-clad elves. Yes, elves still creep me out.

I feel that I've been talking bout Christmas waaaay too much. I don't really celebrate it per se, you know. But being here, where everyone is stoked about Christmas, I somehow got sucked into the Christmas spirit whirlpool. I'm sad, however to not celebrate the Eid with my family yet again. I'm so sad in fact that I managed to write a poem (yes, a poem complete with the rhymes and all) on that snowy night. I will not, however post it. It's too sentimental and I'm sure there are too many words that don't make sense (Why o why need I be? - Seriously, what was that all about huh?). Anyways, Happy Eid Adha to everyone! Save some slaughtered goat/cow meat for me!

But speaking of Christmas, I have the need to buy me (I know, I'm sad) a present. A pair of Converse shoes. The original one. What do you think? If you question why I need to buy a pair of shoes (a rather common one I might add. It's not like they're Prada) instead of say, a turtle or a house, you might want to read the previuos entry on the staring people on bus.

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I went to yet another party last Saturday night. That does not only mean that I had fun, but I also lied about the I-never-get-outta-the-house-at-all-the-whole-Saturday thing. O well. Everyone lied. I'm everyone. A hot everyone. Yeah, about the party. I went there with Corina (CC) and Henning (HB). I had fun but most importantly, I got numbers. Owh, my precious numbers. I thought they (yes more than 1 person. 2 is still considered more than 1, ok!) would never reply my message but they did. And they are A-OK to hang out. You know what this means? This means I have at least one person to hang out with during the holidays. Wooohooo. Everyone I know from my brothel flat/building is going away for the holidays, perhaps just for the sake of annoying me. Well, you succeeded guys. You succeeded indeed! Don't get me started on who's going and when. Let's just say that there is 99.9% chance that I'll be alone in my flat. But, mirrors. I forgot about the mirros. Maybe, if I'm creative enough (and I like to think that I am), I can make my reflections my friends. My only friends. Crazy? I call it genius. Pure genius.

So, on to the people I met at the party. The first number - Kat (not the real name). We clicked instantly. She started by asking my name. I complemented her accent. She totally fell for it (but seriously, it was a good accent!) and exchanged numbers. Score! The second number - Mak (not the real name). He's got the coolest hair I have ever seen. I think I complemented his hair more than 5 times that night. He was getting sick of it, I think. But hey, when you got it, flaunt it, right? I asked for his number. Score! Then there were a whole bunch of people and my number-friends' friends. They were all so cool and accepting. I know that I'm such a hottie (or more like awkwardly hot) but I was overwhelmed by how everyone received me. There's this cute couple who actually remember my name when I bumped into them on the street. I couldn't even remember their names. Also, no numbers. Sigh...

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When reality hits, it hits hard. Starting next week, everyone will slowly disappear (but not like Invisible Man or anything like that) and I will be left alone. I hate loneliness like I hate the fact that my skin is developing scales, like fish scales (I totally blame it on the weather). I also hate how there's a mysterious big-arse bruise on my knee and I have no idea how or why it got there, just like I have no idea why Mr. Hair suddenly wanted to adopt Single White Hair.

Life must go on and I'm now off to find (stalk) more unknown friends (bloggers) near where I live. Hmmm...Somehow I think that I'm turing into a psycopath and that I'm losing my sanity. But why?