What luck.

Contrary to Jesse McCartney's song, "Best Day of My Life", yesterday...wasn't my best. You see, I've been going to Putrajaya since Friday for rehearsals. The concert is happening today, Sunday. Every night, we finished at about midnight. By the time we actually leave Putrajaya, it was already almost 12.30am. And by the time we reached KL, it was already almost 1am. Frustrating, isn't it? That's beside the point. The thing is, we have to wait for 2 hours before we're supposed to go up stage and perform. Do you feel my 'pain'? The boredom...oh, how it kills! So, as usual, yesterday was pretty much the same. THEN, comes the suffering. I was attacked by sharp jolts of pain in my stomach and no, it's not I-need-to-use-the-toilet pain. It's this annoying pain that I'm sure most of you experienced it before. The one that comes suddenly and ceases...and then returns with full force. Unfortunately, giddiness and nauseating comes in the package as well. I was cursing because, I'm so so far away from home. If it had happened at home, it wouldn't be too bad because I'm at home.

If you were there, you'd be able to see me muttering to myself, cursing under my breath..etc. I think the pain overtook my brain. Because, I was striking a bargain with my stomach ache. You can imagine the ridiculous situation taking place. Well, everything was fine...until I reached KL. My friend dropped me off at a Petronas station as my parents were waiting for me there. I got into the car, finally thanking my lucky stars because I'm one step closer to home...when suddenly, disaster came crashing down.

The.Car.Won't.Start. AH!!!!! Apparently, the battery died. We have no other choice but to try to get home with a cab. Again, visualize this scene:
4 people; 3 dressed for home, 1 dressed in a funny looking dress (me). Standing at the side of the road, trying to catch a cab. God was merciful, for we did catch a cab. I finally reached home at about 1.30am.

Home sweet home. Everything was alright after that.

Thank God.

The concert tonight will be live on TV. RTM 1, I think. But if any of you harbour any hope of seeing me on TV, give it up. We won't be performing until late at night, about 11 pm. The end of the show. What 'bliss'. Good luck to me. I hope I can wake up tomorrow, in time for school. Bless me.