I need help.

I am having a mood of three giant elephants, an old witch, a damsel in distress and five little bitches whispering into a giant head of a nerdy guy.

"Huh?" would be a little bit under the top.

There's little Willy, who sometimes I feel like a little brother that needed a little slap behind the head, but most of the time makes me wanna strangle him to death. I am not even sure if he's the worst agent or the cleverest of them all. I am not sure if he's scared with all my other friends, but I kept telling him "Please call Munira because I can't decide on renovation stuff! It's not my forte! Kicking your ass would be my ultimate skill but that's not it right now, is it?" (okay, so I made that last sentence up). Yet he still calls me and said that he can't get to Mun.

I just want to... urgh... my God I'm lost for words.

Then there's *toot*. But let me just not express it because I will absolutely not express it and will just go nuts and throw this laptop. Feeling is a connundrum... as I once told Adam who went, "What's a connundrum?"

Well, connundrum is... it's a connundrum.

I was watching "Samantha Who", and in this episode she went, "The heart wants what the heart wants and right now my heart wants to be bruised badly." and I think it's just so clever. My heart wants what my heart wants and right now it just wants to explode and generate a heart attack. Sigh, I want that mini donuts in TESCO Setia Alam. I want Shidi.

Shidi......

Aaaaanyways...

And I, being the ultimate wisdom lass (I just made that up) decided to create my own version of quotes, and thus told one of my colleague that;
"A person worthy of attention is a person who knows the attention's worth."

Aren't I a genius? Even though I never followed my own advise. Ever.

DBP called and asked about my kindergarten.
"No, it starts in January."
"You'll be busy! How are you going to write again?"
.................................................................... well, since I never thought about that....
"I have my Saturdays and Sundays." says I.
"Great. We're sending over some short stories to be translated into english. Feel free to do it. And I mean submit on Monday."
"Sure! No problemo!"
Click.

..................................................................... I am the Royal Highness Queen of Screwed.

Then while advising someone to never quit believing in love, I went 360 degree and tell another colleague to just quit it. The thing is, when people tell you their relationship problem and it's always about how bad the fiance is (yes, you heard me right. F-I-A-N-C-E), how inconsiderate, how not-good-looking, how bad his family is... they just want you to tell them "Yeah, you're right. Leave him."

And I'm sick of it. I'm sick of people not being grateful that they have someone who loves them, and always eyeing for someone a little bit better. It will never end. So, rather than trying to make them understand that "No, you're a selfish bitch who must realise that your beauty would not last for eternity and thinks highly of yourself since a famous person is in love with you and he's not your fiance...", I'd rather just let them do what they want.

Go. Do. Whatever.

But at the same time I am having this very peaceful feeling. It's like, I have troubles, I have heartaches, and it goes to show that my life is exciting. I may not be climbing the Everest or won a Palm D'Ore, and Rupert Penry-Jones is just my boyfriend in my sleep, yet I am here.

I am here, creating the stories that I will tell my grandkids.

That is if I still live to see the light of tomorrow, or the earth is not destroyed because some lunatics has wild interpretation of Nostradamus so-called prophecy.