September

Hello world. Excuse my one-month long absence. Here goes a lengthy post of my accumulated thoughts in the month of September. 1. I can drive. Although I have been horned at a milliongazillion times, went over a few curbs and probably had a few very close attempts at accidentally committing suicide by crashing, I’m still alive, and I sincerely thank God for that. I’m at that stage where driving has yet to be mundane, boring or dreadful. This is probably due to the fact that I don’t get stuck in the many traffic jams KL is famous for. But I got pretty annoyed when my parents didn’t want to send me to college although I had exams, and so I had to drive. I could have slept longer. Driving has its perks though – unlimited yam cha sessions, no more ‘no transport’ related excuses and frankly, it feels kinda cool to be able to control a car, and my life for that matter. The downside is, I can’t use ‘no transport’ as an excuse anymore, which forces me to think up of other silly excuses. And driving makes me feel old, independent and responsible, but mostly, old. PS: I have jelly beans in my car.

2. My sister went to UK. Okay, I admit I am not my sister’s BFF. We don’t have late night talks about boyfriends, manicure or life. Most of the time spent together were loaded with sarcasm, loud voices and stern tones, more precisely, arguments (mostly funny ones though). That’s just the way we communicate. I was quite stoked at her departure. It meant full ownership of the white Myvi. No more high-heels and pink fluffy pillows, more mint flavoured Mentos, yay. The first few days after were quite weird. I glanced at her room’s door and remember feeling quite funny.  It used to have noises coming out of her room, of her speaking at her top of her lungs or light would peer through the slit underneath her door. Okay, fine, I miss her a tad bit. 3. I turned 18. Of all times to turn 18, it happens on a Saturday just before my exams. Bummer. And that was the main reason why all my Facebook wall posts are left unreplied. I am sorry. I’ll get there, sooner or later. But I am really thankful for wishing me either through text or Facebook or a call or in real life. It meant a lot. It reassured me that I existed in your life. HAHAHA. Insecure of myself, much.

My high school friends came over to my neighbourhood for dinner on the eve of my birthday. I actually forgot it was my birthday the next day. Talk about too much of studying. I thought it was just an ordinary Friday night out with the gang and went off early to study. Who knew they tricked my dad into forcing me downstairs and into my garden where they hid with a cake. Me, in my pajamas and hole-d shirt (because I took the wrong one and was lazy to change), at midnight in my garden and being sung a birthday song to. Aww. And because I had successfully sabotaged most of the people there, they had to return the favour with a can of baked beans. I had my revenge though, they hid in my toilet for cover, note the use of the word MY TOILET. A key to unlock the door and I unleashed the leftover baked beans at them. =D My college friends surprised me today. I sort of lost the birthday hype and when they sung the birthday song, I was like “Who’s birthday is it?” Embarrassing. Oh and I had to stand on a chair, do a booty shake and make a speech. Double thumbs up for planning and taking time out to celebrate my birthday although everyone had to ciao so early. At times like these, I feel loved. Hugs and kisses to everyone. Bye, I’m off to go clubbing. not.