Facepalm

That's how you do it.

Anyway, it was a morning.

A real early morning.

I had slept for only an hour or so - was watching some anime series on my laptop until six in the morning. The addict in me has seriously low resistance when it comes to a good story plot and hot guys with cool weapons.

So. My parents barged into my room and demanded I hike Gasing Hill with them. Basically, I wanted to scream bloody murder.

Pft. Like they were going to let me slip away that easily. There was no choice - and since I hadn't had a proper pair of sports shoes for a long time, all I could put on were my Converse sneakers. Not really appropriate for serious hiking, but well - chances of backing out were slim to none.

My stamina was fine. I shot a "how-dare-you-even-underestimate-me" look at my parents, who were the ones lagging behind instead when they thought I would be the one giving up halfway. Seriously, I know I'm always in my room - connected to some virtual hole in the Internet, but hey -  that didn't mean I was going to puff and pass out in just a few steps. Walking just wasn't my freaking hobby. My Converse sneakers weren't doing too badly (considering the grip was pretty bull), but if I wasn't careful, I could've slipped and twisted my foot. Or end up rolling down with a nice little concussion to boot. That would make January pretty special, hey?

The whole place was awfully dusty. And muddy. Tree branches, leaves, all sort of forest-y paraphernalia. I sneezed, frantically rubbing my eyes before I lost my balance and tripped over some troll slope. 

Note to self - never rub eyes so carelessly again. Especially if there might be dust, mud or sand in those tiny invisible particles.

I spent the entire afternoon trying to escape from my dad who insisted that I put eye drops. I must have looked like a drugged vampire with bloodshot eyes. Not even Mapling for twenty-one hours or having a week of insomnia did that to me.

Night came.

My mum was insistent that I help her deal with the mess that she had caused.

Basically, there were around fifty piles of differently-assorted Chinese New Year cookies, and I had to sort them out, labeling them in accordance of the orders of her colleagues. Goodness me. She was a university director, not a freaking cookie distributor! A few piles were fine with me, but - fifty?

Besides, I had no damn idea what Suji cookies looked like. And when I dropped the cookie jug while walking to the car, all hell broke loose.

Hey, it wasn't my fault. The bricks were getting in my way.

When it was finally over, I plopped onto my bed miserably - wondering how the day could get any worse. Trying to cheer myself up, I turned the laptop on and began surfing.

That was when I heard the steady dripping.

I looked down, only to find my laptop was bloodstained.

Oh...shit.

Minutes later, I sat around grumpily - with an icepack on my forehead. I had nosebleeds frequently when I was younger - they were always caused by dry, hot weather - coupled with the internal rise of body temperature. However, however - I hadn't been having any nosebleeds for the past two years. Having one at that current moment was, frankly speaking, shocking. I should have outgrown that by now.

Thinking that everything had settled, I stood up - only to send the ice cubes tumbling out of the handkerchief onto the floor like broken cookie crumbs.

Joyful day indeed.