Irony......

Sunday, 19th of October 2008

The first thing I felt when I was waking was something cold hard and soothing pressed against my lips. I could not move and my eyelids were cramped together, trying not to glimpse at who or what that was kissing me. The feeling did not subside nor retreat at the fact that I was tilting my head backwards, avoiding the touch. I gave up and snapped my eyes open, the sudden light poured right into my eyes making it hard to see. The blurry scene slowly clears up and what turns out to be is not what it was to be. I was lying on the floor, faced down. Pressing my lips on the cold chilled up tiles. Relieved by the fact that my first kiss on my lips did not appear to be stolen by someone that was not her, I felt more terrible because she was not there to kiss me. Did not bother taking a bath, went to the computer, booted it up and started relaxing. Roy came over to my house again, his mother had something to teach my mom. Was still playing Mortal Kombat, DotA and Maple Story. We went into an oven which was probably preheated till 300°C. Drove off and set Roy down at his house. Went to Bukit Jalil to attend my Squash training. We saw mountains of buses at the stadium. I then remembered that the Feast Festival was being held there from three till eight into the night. Was trying my best to sneak off to attend the Feast Festival......Did not have the guts, my brother and I turned back and slumped and dragged ourselves towards the courts. Were late and quickly entered the court. Trained about three hours. Had a few three-quarter matches with Gary, Wilson, Amani and Kishen. Lost and went home still having the end of PMR feeling lingering in me. Took a bath when I got home, my brother told me that I was starting to smell. Took off again at seven to my cousin's, having his eleventh birthday. Took a considerable amount of pictures, will post them up after my uncle transfers them into his laptop and sends it to me. The theme was a barbecue birthday. Nostalgic scenarios start flowing into my mind, piles of juicy steaks piling up over head. Starting to drool over the thought of it. Lay year, celebrating my cousin's tenth birthday. we even tried grilling calamaris on the barbecue. Turned out great, hope that this year will be just as great. Yet, my heart hinted a drop of guiltiness. I still remembered how I got angry at him in a game. Ironic is it? I got angry ath him, but still he invited me to his birthday party. Feeling terrible but he seems that he forgave me, not even mentioning the topic. I did not think that it was a big deal because all I did was have a little fun with me and called him a cheater. H logged off straight away. I thought I got him angry but my brother told me that he had to attend tuition. Was relieved by that fact, that I did not hurt anyone emotionally, but angry at myself for being stressed out over the small things. Sang the birthday song, had a piece of cake and went home. Attended to my father, he did not want anything from us adn told us to scram. Did as I told and come back to attend to my blog. Dipped into depression cause I still have to attend school on Monday, I know all of you would not want to attend classes tomorrow and some did not even need to. I am forced to be back at school to return the burden that 'Somebody' pass on to us.