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?

Does that make me a terrible person?

This week has got to be on my Weirdest Weeks of My Life list, and it's pretty high on the list too, I might say. It's also on my Not My Proudest Moments list.

It's Saturday night, 31st October 2009. (I could have left out the year but anyway.) I went clubbing with some of my closest friends and everything was as normal as could be. I guess.

Except of course there was this guy who I'm going to call Nancy.

Because he feels like a Nancy to me.

Okay, that was mean. I'll just call him Apple.

Which is a better name than Mr. A. Piao.

Those of you who follow me on Twitter might remember seeing this before. But anyway --

You know what? I just got a call from this other guy I went clubbing with that same night. I'll call him... Melon.

Those fruit-names aren't sitting well with me. It's just that his name starts with an M.

I guess I'll call him M.

Back to the phone call.

It's midnight and M, the guy who I found out Monday, has a crush on me, calls me. And I totally blow him off.

I think he noticed.

When I picked up the phone, he asked what I was doing.

It's midnight! People are usually sleeping at midnight, dummy!

Maybe not me, but he doesn't know that.

Unless he really knows me.

I seriously doubt it.

So I told him I was sleeping and his call woke me up.

He said, "Oh, you were sleeping?"

Oh, did you have to repeat what I just told you?

I instantly felt bad for lying though. I was actually writing this post (the beginning of it anyway) while watching my new favourite TV Show, House M.D.

But I didn't want to talk to M. He loves talking on the phone for hours without really talking about anything. I didn't mind postponing this update but it kind of bugs me to talk for so long when I can be watching my show.

I mean, I like conversations on the phone, but when I have a show to watch, do not disturb me. I can be very rude and you might end up with a broken heart.

Which is what I think happened to M. Not sure yet.

He started apologising for disturbing me.

And I asked him what was wrong.

I made my voice groggy and all that just to make my lie more believable.

I think he noticed. I don't know if it's me being paranoid about getting caught at lying.

"You weren't home all day today, were you?" he asked.

Like he was testing me or something.

"Why?"

"Didn't see you on-line at all today."

I knew he was going to say that. I actually didn't log on because of him.

But I couldn't tell him that could I? The guy has a crush on me for God's sake!

"I just wasn't on the computer that much."

I could hear him close to asking - why not? What did you do all day? - I had to stop him. Or more lies would have come out of my mouth. "So why did you call?" I asked.

"I just couldn't go to sleep."

So you decided to call me so I couldn't sleep either? Jackass.

Then he kept talking, and I felt so bad for lying to him like that. "Anyway, I'm sorry I called. You should go back to sleep." He sounded miserable, I tell you.

"Yeah okay." I wasn't brave enough to fake a yawn like I was planning to.

I felt terrible and guilty, and so bad that I was blowing him off. See why below.

Three days ago, I think - or was it five? - I told him he had to stop calling me every day.

Ever since he told me he had a thing for me on Monday, he started calling every day, saying that he was determined to make me change my mind about him, and make me like him the way he did me.

He got annoying, and clingy - nobody likes a guy who calls every. single. day. Right?

And if I didn't pick up the phone, he'd call me on another number that I wouldn't recognise - like he was testing if I was avoiding him or if I just could hear my phone ringing.

Truth be told, a friend warned me he might do this so I avoided all phone calls - for a day.

I eventually answered his call at night. I felt bad about ignoring him because I had told him on Monday, that I didn't want things to be different between us. I was 'still his friend who he could call if he needed to talk'.

Stupid of me to have said that.

Anyway, four or five days ago, I finally told him to stop calling me every day. Reason being that it would not help in convincing me to go out with him.

"Okay, I won't call you every day," he promised.

"Not even every two days."

Pause. "Oh." Pause. "Okay."

Ha! I knew he was planning on calling me every two days! He's so annoyingly desperate, I just knew.

I hate clingy guys more than anything.

The thing is, I never knew him like that. I never knew how clingy he could be. Now I see him like this clingy, desperate guy looking for my attention.

Yuck, I hate him like that, I'm not sure I still want things to be normal between us, I just want to go back in time when I was oblivious to this... side of him.

Anyway, that was five days ago. I guess he had every right to call me today. But I blew him off. This is why I felt and still feel terrible and guilty.

I pretended that I was going back to bed when instead I began writing this post about his phone call.

He kept apologising for having woken me up and I could hear in his voice that he understood that I just didn't want to talk to him.

Does that make me a terrible person?

Just because he likes me, I'm trying to push him away?

Actually, I wasn't planning on pushing him away.

See, I usually try to distance myself from the guys who like me but I don't, just so they stop liking me. Does that even make sense?

I think deep down, I do that just to see who fights back, who is willing to fight for me. M did. But he fought like a Nancy.

I didn't like that. So I couldn't help but push him away. Tell me I wasn't too harsh on him?

I think I'll finish this post another time. If I start telling stories about Apple too, it'd be way too long.

M's story isn't even finished yet - that was just the ending.

I think he hates me now.

Also, I noticed when I updated my last post, I stopped getting visits from France. This kind of thing always happens to me. I'll talk about this later too.

I'm not sure how much sense this post made but maybe with my next update it'll become clearer.

I'm going to bed. Goodnight!

You know I'm lying. I'm actually watching House M.D.

Bonjour, La France!

À noter/Note: Je parle français dans certaines parties de ce message. / I speak French in some parts of this post.

I’ve noticed that people visit my blog from France quite often. This made me wonder if they/you are just visiting my blog or are actually reading.

Because if you’re reading, and are from France, then you know both French and English.

That’s kind of cool.

Parce que moi aussi je parle français!

I was just curious who from France reads my blog. Et je voulais aussi savoir qui de France visite mon blog mais se retrouve deçu de voir que c’est en anglais.

Si vous êtes de France mais ne parlez pas l’anglais, laissez un commentaire pour me faire savoir que vous êtes passés par là. ^_^

Je sais que nous sommes en 2009, et beaucoup, mais alors là, beaucoup de gens peuvent parler plus d’une langue, mais j’ai reçu plus de quinze visites de France et ça m’intrigue enormément.

Je n’ai aucune idée pourquoi. Ça m’intrigue tout court.

Je suppose que je veux juste savoir s’il y a des Français qui lisent mon blog. Pour ceux qui ne sont pas de France mais vous comprenez le français, laissez un commentaire aussi!

I guess I’ll make this post about how many people on blogger know different languages. I only know three languages – two of them are kind of obvious, and the third one is Creole. Which is what we speak here in Mauritius.

I’d love to learn Mandarin as a fourth language. But right now, I don’t have time for that. I’m also interested in Japanese, Korean and Spanish.

So I can watch soap operas and other dramas without reading the subtitles.

Anyway, what language(s) do you speak, other than English? And what language(s) have you considered learning but didn’t get around to? Or, which one(s) are you planning on learning? Or currently are?

That was supposed to be only one question, but eh, just let me know in the comments. ^_^

I’ll make another post this week to tell you all about how weird these past few days have been (to me). I’m still a bit freaked (in a bad way) right now so I don’t really know what to say about it. Hopefully, by the end of the week, my head will be clearer.

Also, I’ve been having a killer headache since Friday and it’s impossible to do much because of it.

Not that I usually do a lot of things.

I just like having the possibility to.

Which I currently don’t.

Please don’t forget to leave a comment! And if you can, comment in another language (ie. not in English), I’d love that! But do put in a translation.

À moins que c’est en français, bien évidemment.

Merci!

Until next time,

I’m watching a Taiwanese Drama without subtitles.

Hopefully, this will help improve my Mandarin.

P.S. It’s my Mum’s birthday today! I hope everyone had/will have a good day! Especially her. But she won’t be reading this. Still, I’d like to say, Happy Birthday Mum! I love you loads. (: