It’s been 5 days since I saw the sun….in fact I can’t even remember how the sun looks like anymore. I think it kinda look like a frickin huge big ball of inferno right? I think. Time seems to stand still under the pleasant comfort of my blanket and the perpetual darkness within my bedroom.
Dude, my body clock is sooo fucked now, it’s ridiculous. I am sleeping at 8 in the morning, waking up at 4pm, takes another 2 hours to roll out of bed…..Seriously. Forget bout Malaysian time, I’m running...urrrm sleeping on
Okay, lies. I have a shitload to do. I can start a scrapbook project, reconnect with old friends, learn how to cook and not burn the house down in the process…but that would require me to leave my bed. And put on clothes. Just too much effort you know. However, things have reached an all time low the other day when I was sleeping….it was like 3 in the afternoon. I can hear someone knocking on the door calling my name but I was just too damn lazy to even grunt in answer. I was like “Fuck it. I want to sleep.” Then I heard some kind of commotion outside the door, the jingling of keys and the next thing I know my Dad was in the room. “CD, are you alive? You haven’t been out of the room for 2 days!”
I totally get the drama gene from his side of the family. Totally.
Personally, I’m offended. My family only notice that I haven’t been out of the room after 2 days? Really? 2 days? If I was really dead, my corpse would be rotting there, eaten by bed lice while my bodily fluids seep into the mattress releasing a rotten odour that would forever ruin the ambiance of the room…all this is happening of course while my sprit is suspended in midair weeping in silence that no one have notice the departure of my soul from my sexy dead body….And there my spirit will always be. Suspended in midair, condemned to an eternal limbo of gloom for my death went on unnoticed, unloved, unappreciated….. Oh the injustice of it all! To be fated to be an emo ghost for all eternity! Ooohhh….
Okay. Moving on.
To make time pass faster, I decided to clean my room. Spring cleaning…like full out shit. Not just cleaning out a drawer but going through the whole entire wardrobe. At the same time I also decided that perhaps it would be most wise to start putting aside things that I want to take when I make my move to that other continent to futher my studies. See, the thing is I am moving to another country that on another continent. Most people would say “moving to another country”. I rather say “another continent” cause it sounds more dramatic. And here on Dramatic Musings, it is the law that we always chose the more dramatic route.
It took me 4 days to clean my room properly. 4 days. Who the hell would have known that I have some much shit, seriously? It’s like the blackhole of forgotten lost ear studs and beheaded Barbie dolls. And how come no one ever mentioned that I clearly owned waaay too many items of clothing in pink? Why didn’t anyone ever mention that my excessive wearing of pink makes me look like a mutated-walking-giant-marshmallow? With a humongous ass? How come? And why the hell am I only noticing this shit now? Seriously.
Also I put a lot of shit aside for my moving thingie. I mean….a lot of shit okay. I think I put aside so much makeup to take right…my brother took one look at the amount of makeup, gave me a look and said “CD, you’re going there to study. Not to become a drag queen.” Bastard. Also I want to take 7 pairs of shoes with me. It is crucial that I have shoes to suit all occasions. I mean 7 pairs out of my 37 pairs of shoes is fine right? It’s not like I want to take all 37……should I? Maybe I can ship it in afterwards....But my Mom says unless I wanna walk around naked with nothing but shoes on, I better rethink that. She says only one pair of stilettos, one pair of flats and one pair of sneakers. The woman is absurd. Does she want me to become a social pariah? Cause that's what I will be with only one pair of stilettos!! Well, is she?!
But now that I think about it right….maybe I am being ridiculous regarding things to bring……Like, now that I think about it….I think it’s not necessary to bring 3 different types of leave-in hair conditioner. Maybe just 2….. And uuumm….also unnecessary are my lavender-scented aromatherapy candles. And all 7 of the Harry Potter books. Also, taking Ghendut, my precious golden hamster across national borders would be illegal right? Okay…you know what I have to rethink this. I am so horrible at this. I always over pack everything. Thank God I started putting aside things earlier. Can you imagine if I only do it the night before I fly off? Duuudeee, I probably want to pack the living room carpet too.
On that note, I know that some of you Drama Lovers reading this right now are Malaysian students currently living/studying abroad. Like Faye (Seattle), Senorita (NZ), Liyana (Texas), Joshy (Indonesia), firsfc (US), Ojamoja (Pennsylvania)….and I think there’s a couple of Malaysian medical students over in Ireland and Ukraine reading this as well right? Also expats like Tine (Aussie) and Fieran Abhorsen (
And oh wow, look at that. It's now 5 days into the new year and all I have done is sleeping in and hugging my pillow while delusionally make believe that it's Clive Owen. All in all, a good start to the New Year me thinks.