This is obscene.

I finally finished my book this afternoon, and headed off to bed.

I slept, and slept and slept.

I vaguely remember SBB called, but I have absolutely no idea what I said, replied, or whatever.

I just hope I didn’t make a fool outta myself in my delirious state.

I have a gift for sounding perfectly sober and awake when I am actually not.

Bad, bad, bad.

One other thing about me is, when I read messages that come in(yes, I do check my phone in the midst of my rest), I would register them, and delete them(!!!!).

Then, I would have total no recollection who the sender was, and thus, unable to reply.

Very bad.

I vaguely remember SBB called, only because I saw a received call on my phone, but was puzzled why he had called me on my handphone cos he would normally call my house phone first.

Then again, if I was THAT dead asleep, how did I manage to pick up my handphone cos it is just a tiny ‘beep’ without any ring tone?

Doesn’t quite make sense.

*Cues X-files tune*

I just can’t seem to remember.

Though I could recall I had 2 dreams. One is of the bloggers, another is of me knowing SBB for *gasp* 7 years.

Weird oh weird.

And in my trance state, I suddenly had this sentence popping up my head, I sat up, and went back to sleep again.

By the time I greeted my day, it was 2 am, 12 hours after I first slept.

2 in the middle of the night?!?!

Okay. That’s not the only thing.

Promise me you are still going to be my friend after this, alright?

-tiny voice- I had forgotten to shower yesterday.

Thus, first thing I did at 2 am, was to shower, and lather my hair in nice, sweet-smelling shampoo.

And it wasn’t the first time in this 3 weeks that I had forgotten to shower.

3rd, or 4th, maybe?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is, so, very bad.

This is what happens when you stay at home a tad too much, and indulge in too much reading.

And yes, I am starting on my 3rd book for the week already.

How anti-social.

Good news though. I finally finished my video-editing, after the program crashed on me at least 10 times, and destroyed whatever I had done prior to that.

After redoing it for like 5 times, I finally managed to get everything together.

Phew.

I have to remind myself, that I would submit my PR application by the end of next week.

Oh, and purchase tickets for David T’s concert by next week too.

Oh, and get myself enrol for language courses.

Oh, and get myself enrol for courses that would legalise my attempts to kill the local pedestrians.

Oh, and get myself a new skirt and a new pair of boots.

Oh, and turn back my bodyclock to its normalcy.

Oh, and I have to get some work done with VampTreSS.

Oh, and taking care of Creamy.

Oh, and blog.

Oh, and finishing my newest read.

Um, yeah.

Oh, and sending out emails that had been long delayed.

Oh, the house chores, too.

Gee.

***

I had wanted to write something about being nice.

But somehow, blogger ate it up, and I couldn’t find the same thoughts flowing through again.

One of the most dangerous things in life, is people’s ‘niceness’.

I like nice people, but they are the most fickle-minded people around, somehow.

There will come a time, in a person’s life, that he decided that he shall be nice no more.

The day when he is wore down by the sinister world, and felt that he is being short-changed too much.

He felt there is a need to be consistent with the world.

He decided he shall retract his niceness, from those around him.

They don’t know why. All of sudden.

But he knows. He grew weary.

And he would turn nasty, when you least expected it.

Just like this *snaps finers*.

You don’t know why, you grew afraid.

You decided you shall not be nice too.

Vicious cycle.

Niceness, is most inconsistent with its stability.

Just a trigger.

I think, that’s why, I am always fearful when people are too nice.

Cos, I would always be guessing, when they will be retracting that niceness, and never return.

Or worse, turning the niceness into the sharpest sword ever, plunging into your back with full force.

Deep.

Very deep.

Scarlet blood seeps.

And you will never know what hit you, cos the only thing that you would see, is the blunt of the sword, sticking out of your chest, after its slick path through your heart.