Today's entry will be a little bit lenghty, so bare the load.
First thing in the morning, mum wakes me up at 7 to inform me of what to take care of in the afternoon(;one of which is babysitting Selena like the usual). I couldn't sleep after then cause I the room was really really warm I couldn't get back to sleep comfortably. I tossed and turned but its useless. Ended up sitting and stare at the sun rising. Its drop dead gorgeous.
I watched as the sun rays passes through my window pane and gets reflected on my silver-glazed balls hanged on the high up ceiling. It then appear to be like the discolights.(heh heh)
After all those beautiful dreams and all, I finally able to got back to sleep.
Gosh, I've been sleeping reaaaaallly late lately. Maybe the miracle would never be witness to my dismay.
Forget it or not, maybe not as soon.(blahhha)
As soon as I woke up, I saw Selena beside me grumbling that she's about to throw up. I shoved her to the washroom and let her throw her vomits.(A reason of many a disappoint to be a sister. There's a duty like this to carry.) Then I had to bring her back to my room instead of hers cause I wouldn't be so heartless as to leave her alone after the throw up in her room all by herself, as usual, I have to babysit.
When I woke up this time, Selena was throwing herself on the message chair(I guess its the reason our guest mispercepts that the message chair was bought few years back when we only bought it last year. Yet to Selena's way of sitting, the Olive-covered message chair might be worn out in months time.) at the hall and watching her all-time drama.
As I passed her, she chuckles and I saw myself on the windowed mirror that my fringes was stooding. Ignored and take a shower.
Had rice for breakfast(mum says we've been having excessive of fingerfood for breakfast and its our retribution to have a plain fried rice for breakfast.). Made my own hot milk then accompany Selena with her drama and went back to my room to check my mail.
I blast my empifier till Selena alert me that its exceedingly overheard that the neighbours might complain. And so I decrease the volume. Lastly, the songs have gotten to the oldies and I decided to turn it off and to tune in to the radio.
While listening to whatever talks they were having on the radio then, I went through searching my bag closet and founded my reversible 2-in-1 straightening and crimp plates, curling iron and spiral iron.
I asked Selena if she wants to use those or not and she does. Selena use the spiral iron since her hair was perm-ed but I used the old pathetic straightener to straighten my bangs.
I decided to cut my bangs this weekend and trimed my hair. Its time to visit the Salon. Its long since I saw Aunt MeiLi.
Then mum and dad was back.
Mum was preparing for her prom night. With all her make-ups et cetera. She keeps flaunting her dress for hours and me and Selena will just have to indulge to her flauntings. But I enjoy looking my mum as how she were.
She says that once during her era, she have prom nights for their graduation nights. How huny-dory!
Just just now, OOMI(ok, it sounds really negative to tag this guy as OOMI which also stands for 'ObjectOfMyInflammation' but really the really he was a pain in the neck just that I can't conspeak it.) sms-ed me. And with all I just reply was a-word respond or a-phrase reply.
Then he came complimenting me that I'm pretty. Bleahss.
El muy sux. Sorry, but I really don't take in compliments from guys. FYI, I really grossed guys whom compliments too much.
I can't take compliments of me being pretty. I'm not, for Ms Universe sake's.
Sms end, now. I shan't elaborate further. It seems I'm cracking my own privacy.
Then I watched a drama in Channel8. Also, fractionally a reason for my late dinner.
And now, here in front of my laptop, eating cornflakes cereal at the middle of night with the booming and outrageous dad huming the wrong lyrics, wrong tune, wrong note, wrong pitch of the song You Raise Me Up sang initially by Josh Groban and also the wrong timing. Gosh, he's singing might blast off anyone's eardrum. Lol.
Well after blogging, ok this long, I still am unable to get a heavy sleep.
So off now, to the suspension of conciousness.
Sha-la-la.