Apparently, I can't keep my word that well.

I'm so sorry. I promised to catch up on blogs a few weeks ago and I still haven't. The thing is, I go to school.

Yes, I like to blame school for everything that goes wrong in my life.

There's also that tiny fact that I was planning my birthday. 18th birthday, more precisely. I don't know about your part of the world, but in Mauritius, it's a big deal. I may now drink alcohol. Legally.

And of course, vote. But that's less important.

I'm kidding. I'm no drunk.

In fact, I hate alcohol. I've had enough; I don't like its taste. And some of you may know a few of my stories where I've actually had too much alcohol. My 'apple-pie' Saturday night and From me, to you. posts both contain stories where I've had underage drinking. (Is this sentence grammatically correct? My brain isn't functioning too well.)

Oh, and don't tell the police please?

Anyway, I had fun on Saturday. That's when I had my birthday dinner. I really enjoyed being surrounded by my favourite people and I can't believe how quickly the night went by.

Isn't it funny how, when you're having a good time, time seems to be going faster than usual? I've never seen time fly this quickly when I'm in class.

How would you like stories about M? I have some more. But don't worry, he's not into me anymore. He has a girlfriend. You heard me right - or mostly, read that right - a girlfriend.

That's not jealousy you sense, that's mocking. Because I can't see who would go out with M. I'm not saying M is not boyfriend-material, it's just... weird. Maybe it's because I know so much about him?

Well, not that much, but still. I know the stuff that would make people go ick.

Then, there's a new guy I haven't told you about yet. He's not exactly new; I've talked about him once or twice on this very blog. But I haven't named him yet.

I think I've lost my inspiration for giving names.

Anyway, I better go to bed. Or watch House, M.D. Either way, I must end this post.

Goodnight/Good day everyone! I hope Monday wasn't/will not be too harsh on you. I skipped school, so I didn't even know it was Monday. All's well.

Until next time,

I'll be pretending to study for my Mock Exams in July.

I'm not dead. Yet.

I was making an effort and copying some notes for my Math class while listening to music when the song Untouchable by Taylor Swift came on. I just had to drop everything I was doing (which wasn’t much, really) to write this post. This song and some eight other songs, remind me of the days I was blogging because I used to listen to them on repeat. So hi. I'm blogging.

After my last post From me, to you., you know what happened to me? I told you about it from the very beginning of... of my blogging career, or whatever. Yep, I predicted this would happen in my very first post on this very blog. I predicted that this pastime of mine would probably not last long. (By 'pastime of mine', I mean blogging) (for those of you who weren’t following me) (that is, following what I was saying – not, following my Blog.)

Okay, enough of the explanation of the explanation in between brackets. (Yes, I meant to say this twice.)

Anyway, those who know me know that my posts are long. Very long. So I feel bad when I write only some 200 word post. I feel like it doesn’t deserve to be posted. This has been going on for a long, long time. Say, five months? God, now I feel terrible.

This post is just to let you know, I am alive and I am well. I have been neglecting my studies and homework (as well as blogging too, obviously), and have been procrastinating like crazy by tweeting anytime I can (http://twitter.com/missykimmy) and watching TV shows and movies obsessively. In other words, I haven’t changed much from last year.

I haven’t heard from you lot in a long time, how are you? What have you guys been up to? You see, I haven’t been keeping up with the blogs I am following. I’ve been busy.

Tweeting.

And I’ve been lazy.

Yeah, now I feel like I don’t deserve having you guys still following my blog. I’d like to hug you all as an apology, but that won’t be enough, will it?

I’m not back, unfortunately. I won’t be blogging regularly. I am trying this new thing where I get my feet back on Earth and work hard for this last year of school. That would include, tweeting less, chatting less, Facebook-ing less, watching less TV. But I should blog from time to time. I think it would be healthier for me. What do you guys think? I’d like to tell you more about what’s been going on, on my side of the world.

Of course I would know next to nothing about what’s happening in my country – although I do know we’re having an election for the new Prime Minister next week (I know that because we’re getting two school holidays and a public holiday because of that) – but stuff happen in my life too. Weird stuff that I’d like to share with you. By mischief, mua-ha-ha.

Scratch that last part; I was just trying that evil laughter. It doesn’t suit me.

Anyway, I hope I find time to catch up on my favourite bloggers. Good thing I’ll have three whole days next week for that. (Ignoring the piles of homework I’ll be getting.)(I always ignore my homework anyway.)

There. A 600 word post. That should suffice for today. I better get back to work.

Or go to bed. I haven’t decided yet.

Until next time, take care.

Actually, take care all the time. Okay?

Question of the day: What’s an interesting thing going on in your country? Or with you? (You may link a post on your blog, if you have one, for that. I’ll read, I promise.)

From me, to you.

Hi there! I know, it's been a while since I last updated. I'm ashamed of how I neglected Blogger. I didn't even keep up with the blogs I'm following. I'm so sorry!

It really isn't because life got in the way. I mean, it's me we're talking about; my life isn't that busy. 

In my last post I said I'd update about how my Saturday (November 21st) night went, at a club called Shout. Well, below you'll see why I didn't update.

I won a Blog Award! (No, this isn't the reason, keep reading)  

This is like one of the best things about my holidays. I never thought I'd win an award but there it is! I'll move on to the instructions now.

Can you sense my giddiness from your side of the world? 

1. Thank the person who gave you the award.

Katie (Confessions of a Whimsical Mind), thank you so much for awarding me this Blog... wait, let me rephrase that. Thank you so much for the Blog Award! You don't know how much this means to me! Or maybe you do, since this was your first Award too, but it really means a lot, lot, lot, that you think my blog is worth this. So thank you!

Note to other people than Katie: check out her blog; it's worth a read and follow. It's cheerful, funny, interesting and I always look forward to her next updates. They're all great reads. I always smile when I visit her blog.   

2. Copy the award.

I find it quite stupid how Instruction #2 and Instruction #3 isn't put together. But that's just me. 

3. Post it in your blog.



4. Tell Us 7 things that your readers don't know. 

So this is where I tell you about my Saturday night on November 21st.

*My cousin Izzie came home that night. We were meant to go to the club together and when she arrived, stupid me, I forgot all about eating dinner and just talked to her until it was time to get ourselves ready. The last time I ate that day was 4 p.m. and when we reached Shout at past midnight, first thing we did was have a drink. Dance. And more drinks. 

M was there. I said Hi to him (in a really cheerful manner I must say), but he totally glared at me. Well, not so much as glare as look at me drunkenly.

Still, he didn't return the cheerfulness and he left, while I went to meet my other friends. Who bought me more drinks. 

M really doesn't have much to do in the story. Not as much as I thought when I last updated my blog that is.

At around 4 a.m., after throwing up at least three times, I passed out.

I swear, this never happened before and is never happening again. 

I didn't update earlier because I didn't want to write about this (since I promised an update on my Saturday night out). It was really embarrassing and at the moment, only a handful of people I know in real life know about it. I'm planning on keeping it that way. Sharing it with you doesn't really have an impact on my life so I think I have nothing to hide from you. Especially not my most humiliating moments.

Or maybe I'll keep those to myself next time. 

So, I passed out because I consumed alcohol on an empty stomach. 

Are we still Blogger Friends?
 

*I got my end of year exam results last Tuesday (December 1st) and I got a B in Accounting. I'm not very happy with that grade. I also got a grade I'm even less proud of in one of my subsidary subjects. I'm not putting that letter on my blog.

*I went on a three-days-stay at my friend, Tessa's bungalow on Monday. We stayed until Wednesday and I was the only single girl. 

Wait, that sounded weird. 

I was the only girl who was single. So two nights in a row were spent chatting and playing card and board games with 1. the boys who were single and 2. the boy whose girlfriend didn't come. The couples were occupied, in a non-sexual way I assure you.

*I learnt how to play poker during that trip. I thought poker was boring, but it really isn't. Not as much as I thought anyway.

*I love the colour purple. I bet you didn't know that.

*I tweet a lot, over at http://twitter.com/missykimmy. Are you Following me there yet? Please do?

*Anyone can anonymously ask me anything at http://formspring.me/missykimmy. Anything you'd like to know about me, about my country, about life; whatever you're curious about, ask me. It would be an extended version of this 'Seven things your readers don't know about you'. It's meant to be fun, so please, don't ask me about my grades.

5. Link 7 new bloggers as recipients.  
New bloggers? I'm not sure I know any new bloggers. Instead, I'll give this award to seven awesome bloggers I follow. They are the first that came to mind when I thought about who to pass this award on to, so it doesn't mean the other blogs I follow aren't worthy enough. (This sounded like a disclaimer, didn't it?)

*Kate at SecretOfficeConfessions. 

The most hilarious stories about what happens in the office of a publishing company in London.

*Sparkless at Madness From The Brink Of Insanity. 

Heartwarming stories about her life.

*Sarah at You Make My Date. 

Hilarious and delightful stories about her dates... or dating disasters.

*Michael at Do you hate it too?. 

This is the blog most people can relate to. And it's hilarious, by the way.

*Sarah at The Good Girls. 

Amazing blog with breathtaking stories. With anecdotes from her life too.

*Nomad at 365 Days of People. 

It's all in the title. Hilarious blog about people everyone encounter in their life.

*Ian at The Daily Dose Of Reality. 

It's stories that make you smile. Like, really smile.

I don't think I need to say why I love each blog. It's something you should check out for yourself. But trust me, they're all awesome.

I'm so sure about that, that I can say, "if you don't like those blogs, something is seriously wrong with you," without being worried about insulting anyone.
 

6. Notify winners of award with comment on their blog.

I will, as soon as I stop procrastinating. 

7. Keep being Awesome. 

I'll try.

I know, this post is massively long. Does it make up for the three weeks I was absent from the Blogosphere? I'll try to update this week again. What do you want me to blog about?

Also, can everyone please leave a comment and recommend one blog? I'm looking for interesting blogs to read, preferably light in content. Any suggestions?

I'll end this post now. But before that, if you're curious about anything, ask me at http://formspring.me/missykimmy.

It's anonymous, so really, you can ask me about absolutely anything.

Oh! I almost forgot; I'm starting something new. After each of my posts, I'll ask a question for you to answer by commenting.

It's all about getting the comments. It's all about getting to know each other. And it's meant to be fun.

Since I told you my favourite colour earlier, that would be the first question:

What's your favourite colour?

(If this is a stupid idea, let me know ASAP.)

I have not yet begun to procrastinate.

I'm the biggest procrastinator I know.

I had to submit some designs for a shirt last week, I haven't yet.

I had to empty my suitcase three months ago, I haven't yet.

I wanted to update a new post on Saturday, I didn't.

I wanted to finish all my homework on Monday, I didn't.

I wanted to get a haircut three weeks ago, I didn't.

Wait, scratch that last one. I DID!

I finally got a haircut today! Can't say I hate it. It's not too bad. Have a look:

I look so cute in that picture with my fluffy white dog, don't I?

...

Yeah, that's not me. I just wanted the same haircut. It looks similar, but eh, not perfect.

For anyone who watches Taiwanese Dramas, that's Joe Chen QiaoEn (Chen Xin Yi from Fated To Love You), and the dog is Xiao Ke Ai from ISWAK, if I'm not mistaken.

Ha, let me turn off my Asian mode.

...

I have so many things I could blog about (keyword: could) but somehow, I just can't start writing. I have no specific subject, so I guess I'll just write whatever comes to mind.

It's been raining for two days straight now but I haven't been out of the house that much. I'm turning into those kids who never leave their houses because they have no social life.

This is bad. I blame my friends.

They're fighting. More like - not on speaking terms.

So now I'm stuck in the freakin' middle where I have to listen to both parties complaining about each other.

I hate having to choose a side. I didn't. I shouldn't. But it's frustrating to see really good friends suddenly turn against each other.

They're acting like 12-year-olds, where they keep bitching about how they didn't expect this or that from the other, how they don't get each other anymore, how the other has changed, how blah blah blah... kill me now.

This is a repeat from two years ago. The same thing happened with those two parties and Anna (I mentioned her in my last post). Well, not exactly the same, but I still was/am in the middle of the fight.

Now I'm like, at a crossroad and I don't really know where to turn to. ):

I shouldn't try to make things right, right? I mean, I would probably make things worse if I interfered...

All right, enough with the melodrama.

I'm going out again on Saturday. To Shout, I mean. (That too, mentioned in my last post.) There will be many more people than the last time because the HSC Examinations (A Level) end this Friday. I think.

Yikes, next year, I'll have to go through that. Last year of school. Huge Cambridge examinations.

I really don't want 2010 to come. I should jump to 2011.

Eff 2010. Who needs this year anyway?

There was a Supernatural Convention in Chicago this weekend. The main casts of the TV Show Supernatural were there and so many fans of the show/actors too.

This made me wonder why 'ordinary people' go "OHMYGODOHMYGOD. OH.MY.GOD" when there's a celebrity in close proximity.

Why do we want to meet them? What makes them so special? They're just people, people! Why all the fuss!?

Okay, I have to admit. If I saw a celebrity, I would probably hyperventilate.

But really, why do they have such an effect on us? We want autographs, pictures, their shirt (so we could smell their cologne), and stuff like that.

'We' mostly consists of girls, I can't help but notice.

Anyway, I've vowed to attend a Supernatural Convention in 2011 when I won't have school or tuitions anymore. Only if it's in Canada, though. Or close to Canada at least.

If there'll still be Supernatural Conventions in 2011, that is.

Gah, what am I talking about? I'm never attending a Convention. But hey, at least I have plans.

By the way, M stopped calling. I feel like screaming with joy, but what if he's mad at me because I haven't been answering his phone calls for the last five days?

I'm glad he took a hint, but if he's there on Saturday and he ignores me (usually we hang with the same group), I'll feel guilty as hell.

If this happens, I might stalk him until he swears he isn't mad at me.

I think I'd take it better if he avoids me. Is that weird?

I have to write an essay now. For my GP tuition on Friday.

I made a bet with this friend of mine, and if I do my homework, he'll buy three drinks for me (one of them a bottle of water). If I don't, I'm the one buying.

So I have to do this essay. I have to!

Is sponsorship in Sports a blessing or a curse?

...

Oh dear God. I just wrote this post to procrastinate, now I'm left with no choice but to do the essay.

Sob sob sob.

This auto-saving-draft thing on the Post Editor is annoying me. Every minute, it's 'Saving...'

Every. Minute.

It makes my computer lag. Does anyone have this problem?

Can anyone tell me how to change it to every twenty minutes?

All right, enough with the procrastination.

I have a movie to watch.

I have an essay to write.

My 'apple pie' Saturday night.

This is a very long post. You've been warned.

It was a Friday when we met, Apple and I.

I had heard a lot about him - how he was the most studious boy ever. And when I finally saw him in person that one Friday afternoon in my GP tuition, he swept me off my feet.

Like, totally not.

Apple seemed like the kind of guy who would help you out whenever you needed him. He's also the shyest guy I know who says that he isn't shy at all.

At first he looked like a nice guy and I accepted to give him my MSN e-mail address when he asked oh-so politely.

It. Was. The. Biggest. Mistake. Of. My. Life.

(That, and the time when I told M that I was 'still his friend who he could call if he needed to talk.' You can learn more about M here if you haven't read my last post.)

Ever since I added Apple on my contact-list on MSN, he began assaulting me!

Okay, maybe not assault, but each time I'd sign in, I'd see a little orange box flashing in my task-bar.

It's Apple, saying "Hi!"

And ten minutes later when I haven't replied yet, the little box would flash orange again. This time, Apple is saying: "How are you?"

Yes, I know, he seems like a very nice guy, how mean of me to ignore him like that!

But tell me how would you feel if someone asked you how you were doing two hours after actually seeing you at tuition that day?

Two hours after having actually spoken to you, face to face?

Two hours after having actually seen how you were doing?

Two hours aft- you get the point.

I always reply him, though.

Maybe not always, but still, I do reply most of the time.

And so what if I reply the next day? Or, two days later?

At least I apologise, telling him how busy I was the day before (or the day before yesterday) and how I didn't check my computer at all. Lies!

His answer to that was most of the time the same: "It's okay. I'm used to it."

You must be thinking he got used to my replying so tardily to his online conversations, but no. I asked. (because I thought the same thing and felt extremely badly.) He said he was used to people not replying to him. People, as in, other persons he chats with online. They too, don't reply. Some never do.

...

Anyway, Saturday October 31st arrived (the first weekend of our summer holidays), and most of my friends and I went to a club called Shout.

Apple was there.

I greeted him with a huge smile on my face, because his hair made me want to burst out laughing. (It was all spiky and everything. Like the Joe Hawk, only worse)

I think he thought I was really excited about his being there.

To avoid awkwardness (because he just stood by me while I laughed about an inside joke with my friends (the inside joke was him, really. ><)), I told him not to forget that he promised me a drink.

I should have let the awkwardness spiral like crazy, because next thing I know, Apple was saying "Okay, let's go." and his arm was around my shoulders.

He friggin' touched my shoulder with his sweaty palm!

We made our way through the crowd, and I tried to walk as quickly as possible just to get him to let go of me.

When he couldn't reach my shoulders anymore, he placed his hand on the small of my back and I think I actually yelped and retreated from his touch.

"Don't touch me!" I said through gritted teeth, throwing a big fat fake smile his way.

Thank God he didn't hear me, because he just grinned back.

And he looked creepy like that.

At the bar, he asked what I wanted to drink and I said, "The one with the lowest price, thanks. Wouldn't want you to spend too much on me."

"Oh don't worry about it." He placed a hand on the bar surface, conveniently placing his arm around me.

I almost cried.

Then M joined us and I jumped away from Apple, pretending to have something to say to M.

M thought I was being stupid for ordering a Smirnoff Ice. I thought I was being nice.

Apparently, M saw that Apple was a 'sucker for me' and that he would buy anything for me just so he could 'get me'. Whatever that meant.

I changed my order. I don't know why I listened to M but I did.

The price was doubled but Apple didn't complain.

So gentlemanly of him right?

When I finally got my drink, I thanked Apple (very sincerely, I must say) and took the money for it out of Apple's hand because I was closest to the bartender, and while I was paying, Apple freakin' took the glass and had 'a sip'.

More like a huge audible gulp.

I stared at him, a bit taken aback while Apple scrunched up his face at the taste of the alcohol.

It was a funny sight, especially since the drink had Redbull in it and it tasted like juice more than anything. (Sweet is like juice right?)

And I was taken aback because, well let me think, uh, he bought the drink for me?

Of course I would have shared the drink (even if I didn't feel like drinking it anymore because of the way he drank), but isn't it not-gentlemanly to drink from the glass first when he bought it for me in the first place?

...

Did that just make sense?

Doesn't matter. M was laughing his ass off with my other friend, Anna because they too, found that it wasn't a nice move Apple did there.

We all went back to the dance floor, mostly because I wanted to get away from Apple already.

I know, I'm mean, but you've got to understand that Apple had his hands everywhere!

He wasn't being a pervert or anything, I think, but I was extremely uncomfortable, especially whenever he tried to put his arm around my shoulders, even if I was taller than him because of my heels.

Also, note that his arm was around my shoulders, like I was his buddy or something...

After I finally got my drink to myself, we all went back to the dance floor. Apple followed his hand desperately trying to touch my back when I tried to walk quickly away from him.

I mean, I know I couldn't have just left him at the bar but a part of me was hoping he wouldn't follow.

And all parts of me wished he'd stop touching me.

As we walked, Apple drank some more from my the drink.

He didn't even ask before taking it out of my hand. Though I wouldn't have said no even if he did. He paid for it, after all.

Once we were back where I was dancing with my group of friends (who were all laughing at the sight of us approaching), I dashed for the Ladies' (with my drink), dragging my friend Anna with me.

"I'll be right back!" I shouted, when Apple grabbed my arm, demanding where I was going.

Okay, he wasn't as aggressive as I made it sound but anyway.

I was back fifteen minutes later and my plan worked! Apple was gone, gone, gone!

Hear the echo that makes it all the more dramatic?

Though I was glad Apple was away from me with his other friends, I had to endure another kind of pain; my friends making fun of Apple.

They were acting mean, and I didn't approve of the jokes but I laughed anyway.

Truth be told, they were hilarious, but it still doesn't make it right.

That's not the bad part. They kept saying how Apple drank from the glass because it was like 'kissing me'. And they went on about how I should be careful or Apple might 'throw himself at me' from out of nowhere.

Ugh, gag me.

Later on, we were dancing again and Apple joined us.

"You wanna dance?" he asked me, leaning in closer to my ear when I tried to lean further away from him.

I almost laughed out loud. "Um, I already am dancing."

I think he forgot the 'with me' part, and thank God he did!

He was like such a dork!

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I am cool or whatever. I'm a dork too, from what I can tell. But he was like the typical 'nerds' you see in the teenage movies, you know? The ones people always make fun of?

Yes I know, I'm a terrible person. I'm not very proud of this.

So anyway, M says Apple has a crush on me.

I don't know about that, but the way he behaves (apparently, it's only when he's around me) is hilarious.

What I do know is that I was extremely mean to Apple that Saturday (October 31st). I even asked him to go buy another drink for me, because my feet hurt.

He was a bit reluctant, but I said I'd give him money to pay for it.

And he agreed. I'll admit, part of me expected him to oppose. What, being the gentleman that he is.

I wished I had shut my mouth then, because I said, "Aw, you're not paying? You said you'd buy me more than one drink."

I wished he hadn't heard me then like he didn't hear when I told him not to touch me.

It was M's idea, though, "to see how far Apple would go to 'get me'".

But I know I'm really the one to blame.

...

Stupid M.

I'm never listening to him again.

I'm already not answering his phone calls (for other reasons)(and yes, he started calling me every day again. At one in the morning instead of midnight now).

Anyway, when we all began to leave the club at about 5 a.m., Apple didn't even say goodbye.

I was standing right there and he ignored me!

I think it was another friend of mine's fault. He was sitting with Apple, waiting for the ride home, and he was chanting, "Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy..."

I suppose Apple felt embarrassed to come say goodbye, but at that time, I thought he was mad at me.

How do I know he wasn't?

On Monday (November 2nd) when I signed in on MSN, a little box flashed orange in my task-bar.

It was Apple. "Hi! Had fun on Saturday?"

And yes, I know, that still doesn't mean I'm not a terrible person. Or does it?