Just a short Breeze

Hey everyone, i am so damn tired right now.

I didn't mean to swear in my first sentence, i swear, and not to mention when i am greeting all of you guys too. But seriously, i am so damn tired i would fall asleep straight away if i hit my bed headfirst. Yes, i am that tired.

But unfortunately, no such luck. I am not in my bedroom, i am not even at home! I am in my mum's office, using her staff's computer and blogging. Yes, this isn't my own computer, damn it.

I was supposed to be doing my sejarah assignment (elemen 1) but i was done (damn many pages i had to print. Waste ink and money. Damn it). So i decided to have a small entry/ drop by and greet all my fellow friends - while reading Before I Wake by Kathryn Smith. One of my favourite romance/fiction writer. She's awesome, let me tell you. If you ever get a chance to stumble over her books (perhaps some bookstores in KL like Popular, MPH, Borders), make damn sure you snag one book (or more) back - for me or just for yourself. Lol.

So this past week had been crazy. I am so totally into our band - Ceremony at the Avenue. We had practice, like, three days in a row, and then we hung out. It was an awesome time. We don't just hang out as musicians, but as friends too. That's the best part of it. I am very glad to be able to know such wonderful people in my life.

Anyway, as i am sucking this lollipop in my mouth (strawberry flavor, mind you), i am thinking about my whole 15 years. Ever since i was born, i was the 'guinea pig'. I was the firstborn, the eldest among my other siblings, and the first to experience everything. Ever since i was born, i was like the head, my parents knocking me into everything they could ever think of. Bringing me for music lessons (not that i wasn't grateful of), letting me write, have diving licence, the first one to have my own golf set, father bringing me into the field to play golf, treating me like pearl/ prisoner...

To tell you the truth, i kinda suck at being the first child of the family. I am irresponsible, not to mention utterly lazy (lol) and i don't count as those merciful nice big sister. In fact, I'm very much your worse big sister you could ever imagine. Well, not that bad, but you get what i mean.

So, yeah. Just trying to explain what it felt like to be a big sister. Those of you who had elder siblings, well, good luck at dodging them (coz they ain't going anywhere). Those of you who are the elder siblings, I'm sure you understand what i meant. But try not to bully your younger siblings a lot, or they're going to get mommy and daddy *mocking*.

I shall leave you to your thoughts here. This might be a sarcastic post/ update, but honestly, i have nothing to report. I ain't a philosopher, to explain things in life and stuff, but i ain't a babbler too. Regard this as a tiny breez for me to breathe and empty my head. Yes, i am writing/ composing again. Hopefully everything goes well once i dive into it again.


Jocelyn