sick!

unconnected thought:

if a monkey suddenly finds that he likes to eat... say... fish. then, who are the other monkeys to tell him that monkeys don't eat fish?? technically, they can't force him to eat bananas (or whatever it is that monkeys eat these days).. i mean HELLO... it's his business what he wants to eat right??? no one and i mean NO ONE can force him to eat bananas just because monkeys are SUPPOSED to eat bananas. that's just wrong.

and btw... i'm not talking abt me for once.



well... on monday night, i had this irritatation in my throat. man, was it so darn irritating. so, ended up coughing pretty much the whole night. and woke up the next day to.... (i so hate this) a sore throat. so anyway, i went to school because i planned to and also because i didn't tell pris i wasn't going. and after recess... i was pretty much not functioning anymore. the only thing i could do was put my head on the desk to rest my poor boiling head. and the minutes couldn't tick by any s~l~o~w~e~r.



i think i'm quite a bad patient when i'm sick. the whole world that already revolves around me (or so i think) revolves around me MORE. hehe. well, when i'm sick, i'm sick. what can i do about that?? hey, at least i don't complain or grumble alright...



so, for now... no more ice-cream (dang, and they just bought 2 tubs of baskin robbins), chocs... no more junk food...., fast food, fried food, cold stuffs, hot stuffs, umm... what else? i think that's enough, otherwise i'll be eating air and making my own food. airsynthesys. just hope my suffering ends soon... but good thing my fever's gone. and i'm so perky today i could just eat my shoes! okay... maybe just maybe, the heat did fry my common sense just a teeny lil' bit.














i'm not hungry, i'm not hungry, i'm.... *burp* oops!

of studying and marriage

nothing much to report nowadays. most of the time, i'm either studying, trying to study, not succeeding to study or doing revision. yeah, what a wonderful fulfilled life we're living.


studying is illegal here

anyway, while NOT on the subject of studying... gosh, i hate spm... can you imagine getting married after spm?? yup.. all black tie white dress of it. imagine:

a: hey, what are you doing after spm?
b: getting married. we're engaged. *flashes 20 carat diamond ring*
a: oh okay....
( btw, "a" and "b" are entirely ficticious, not connected to any living or dead homo sapiens whatsoever)

like wow! marriage... i mean, for me, life's only starting but for them.... it's the 3rd phase of life. keeping house, having kids... husband... whoa! too much man! enough enough.

a day in the life of denise the housewife (purely fictional! i'm quite single i assure you.)

denise wakes up to the smell of ... oh crap! dirty diapers. *fill in with any bad word* the lazy husband forgot to change the baby .... again. denise groans and turns over to sleep again. unfortunately, utt jr and denise jr runs in the room pulling each others hair out again. after screaming and threatening to lock both up in the toilet with no food and water forever(with minor wrestling) for 10 full minutes, denise has had enough. time to get up... and oops!! tripped over the remote controlled car outside the door. grrr.... whoever did this is so gonna pay.

moving on, denise switches on the light and realises *darn it* electricity bill not paid yet. oh great. just great. she passes out shortly after seeing the dishes in the sink piled high to the ceiling and the dog's vomit in the house.......... ???? why on earth am i writing all this anyway? it's giving me nightmares already.

but of course... it's only a fragment from my crappy mind. pay no heed. and of course i wanna get married someday. but just not now. i'm gonna enjoy my youth and freedom as much as i can before saying the big " I DO ". know what i mean? besides i can't just be the trophy wife or worse... the maid of all work. if you wanna marry me, you've gotta treat me like an equal, a partner, a soulmate. anyway... why delve into this now??? i'm still so young... and.... ok, i'm going to stop right now. finito.

reads (faedah membaca)

whoa... didn't know my "accident" could generate so many responses. so , i guess it's true la... if you want a lot of comments... know what to do; fall splat on your face! (more dramatic) and maybe break something. then wow! i'm sure there'll be milions of replies comin back. but, thanks anyway, for caring.

anyway, back to what i do best; which is uh.... well, whatever it is that i do best...

well, it's really hot and humid today. i finished "the blue dahlia" (anyone heard of it?). read it in 2 days. and what can i say? not bad.... even for a voracious reader like me. before you start applauding me, i have to say that i only and only like reading fiction. although, my mom is always nagging me to read more non-fiction. does the newspaper and dewan masyarakat count as n-fiction??? now, i know i know i know that reading storybooks (yea, fiction... chick lit, thrillers... all stories. maka, semua dipanggil storybook) won't make me any wiser and yes, let's not recall the frog under the tempurung proverb. hate that.

to brag a bit, i've tried a bit of shakespeare. but frankly speaking... apart from the narratives given in the book, i have to say that omgosh! why, oh why do you have to say in a freakin long page what i can interpret in a sentence? what thou writest is extremely long that thy givest my head to aches whenest i understand not thy writingst. give me prose anytime instead of poetry. what i can't deny is the obvious fact that the Bart wrote exceptional drama (very modern even for his time) and hell, even for a non-poetry enthusiast like me... his sonnets were... mind blowing in the least. yea, maybe i'm just sayin this because we have to learn sonnet 18 in school. so sue me.

also, i do realise that i make up maybe one tenth of the m'sian population who reads regularly. ok fine, label me a nerd. but i don't care. i like to read... i really do. it's not a hobby, it's just something i do everyday like, you know... watching tv or something. haha... told you i was a tv addict. well, believe it or not, there was one time that i absolutely loathed reading. my parents had to cajole, plead, scold, threaten,and bribe me into reading peter and jane 1A. hey, how come everybody grew up with peter and jane??? so, after i graduated book by book, my dad would buy me something. 1A was a man astronaut figure. 1B, i think was a melody churning grand piano (it was actually a jewellery box). and the rest... shall we say... was history. enough said.

" out dog! out cur! "
( from A Midsummer Night's Dream)

ok, i really really wanted to say that. *face-splitting grin*

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embarrassment 102 (not again!)

i have two left feet. seriously, i just can't walk a few steps without toppling over my myself. help me! and i'm not even tall!!! i think i've been tripping and falling down ever since i've learnt to use my two legs. i have scars to prove it. *sigh* what's a girl to do?

another thing, i think i'm a certified embarrassment magnet. everywhere i go, i'll do something embarrassing to myself. it has been happening ever since i was young and guess what? it's still happening.

something really humiliating happened yesterday.

went out for supper with the guys; uh-huh.... it was raining and all when we reached sunrise (where we were supposed to meet the rest), so me and luke followed b-k to his house to get umbrellas. and; oh man... this is maluation. as we were walking out, i slipped on the steps and bamm!! slid down the remaining couple of steps on my posterior. yah, unbelievable? believe it.

major major embarrassment. but thankfully it was only them who saw my umm... downfall. haha. but of course (even if i have to say so), it was hilarious... couldn't help but laugh at my apparent lack of grace whatsoever. funnily enough, the guys didn't think it was too funny; nor did they really give a damn about the fact that it was my single most humiliating moment of the month (why... does it always happen?). i really love those people. all they did was make sure i was alright and left it at that.

well, another embarrassing moment to put up on denise's hall of unforgettable moments. seems like i have a knack for falling down stairs. up to where i can keep count, this has been the 3rd time i took a topple down the stairs. first, slipped and fell down the whole flight of stairs at home

(pathetic); second, missed a step at church and almost sprained my ankle plummeting down (shit happens, shit always happens), and lastly... my graceful landing as mentioned above for everyone to laugh at. i think i'll always be a klutz. what am i to do?

nonsensica

oh man... *groan* i think i over ate for dinner. i-feel-so-full.... shouldn't binge anymore. it doesn't pay to be gluttony, trust me, i know.

anyway, while we're no longer on the subject of my discomfort after over-consuming...

i find that (crap) i have nothing absolutely to blog about. talk about writeria blockeris. ok, i made that up. i'm bored... just trying to fill up space. see...see...see... it's pointless. you've caught me at a bad time, err... no wait, that's wrong. i've caught myself at a crapping mood.

hmm...this is just an observation, but to THE STAR readers out there, have you realised that as of world cup06, the star has featured kaka like almost everyday??? or at least every other day. i mean, everytime (ok, well, almost) i flip to the sports section of the paper, *ping* another article about AC Milan featuring kaka. or is it kaka with AC M only mentioned twice in very fine print? and voila! another large picture of kaka looking more like a male model than an international footballer. but of course.... that's not to say that i don't acknowledge his skills on the pitch though. and i also don't deny that he's eye candy but no, that's not enough to make him my footballer of the year. anyway, tell me why again am i getting into all this? ooh... i so like football!

i still haven't found anything substantial to write about. dang.

been very distracted lately. some things happened and well, i don't really know what to make of it/them. well, what else? it's a holiday nxt week (yayy!) and study break was canceled which means i go to school right to the last freakin day of school. *sigh*. of course, the last freakin day will most definately be full of hugging and crying and empty promises of catchin up after spm. i'm not being cynical (am i?) but tell me, how many of your friends do you actually hangout with after school has ended and for how long? can we? will we? hopefully. and i'm not really one to keep in touch after awhile. i know, bad habit. but i'll make an effort aight?

anyway, it's enough of nonsense for one day i think.

the brat says:

why can't we always get what we want?

why do we have to wait to get what we want?

why is it that whatever i want i never get?

why is what i want usually not good for me?

why can't i get what i want????

never thought i would ever sound like a spoilt brat right?

hahaha.... think again.

now that i've got that out of my system.

i just feel so frustrated you know... yes, there's this thing that i really want but i don't think i'll get it. it's really exausting and defeating wanting something so badly. and yet, you know that's never gonna happen. i'm trying to live with it; everyday i'm reminding and reminding myself to forget about it, move on, concentrate on more important things... but, it's HARD.

now that i've also got them out of my system...

i did something that made me happy the other day. i faced my apprehension, let go of my fears... i, i, i.... can't tell la. it's personal. all i can say was it made me deliriously happy but then made me crash from cloud 9 the next day. and NO, i did not do drugs or hard liquor. please... give me a break!* sigh* not now, i can't talk about it now....

hola! and greetings fellow homo sapiens who happen to be receiving tons of radiation just looking at this. yeah, me too.. but what to do? great, i sound like a geek. it's a sunny hazy saturday afternoon which i'm spending staying at home *sigh* so, can you blame me?

nothing much happening these lazy days. had a bad stomach day on thurs which worsen at tuition... maybe i shoudn't have eaten that char koay teow (yumm) and 5 sour+'s before that. aikz... oh, but then, i got to skip school on fri ya know.

and today, well... nothing much happened other than my parents coming home at 12pm to find my sis still in bed which ended with my mom throwing a hissy fit. i think my sis has issues about getting up. man, i hate to say this but, she needs professional help. lolx... or maybe the "dummy's guide to waking up". hmm... good idea for christmas.

other than that, been lookin through some uni/college brochures... and i have to admit, i'm falling in like with the Uni of Queensland. so far, i like what see... it could be a possibility, but the only obstacle is well, $$$ . but i'm still lookin.

leaving school: closing an old chapter

it has officially begun... the countdown to 'the day that shall not be named but i'll name it anyway' SPM. currently, it's 39 days to "it" (some joker in my class wrote a 1 to the 39 on the blackboard thus making it seem as if we had another year to study for it. har-har.) .

and 10 more days till i finish sitting at my wonderfully strategic spot in class, crapping and talking in our "hotspot", getting into scrapes and jubilant successes together. i'll even miss our recesses; when any1 trying a new food would share it around the table.

my class seems to have gotten closer this year . i guess cos we all know that it will be our last. *sobsob*. it has been a great journey so far... and i've felt so loved and a part of this wonderful family i just find it so hard to let go. in our small community, we bicker, make peace, support one another, complain, murmur, grumble, laugh, play, talk dirty jokes (haha), read someone else's newspaper and forget to do our hw together as a class.

somehow, amidst all this, we've all really grown up. through the year (this yr) we've really matured a lot and everyone seems to be viewing life from a different perspective than that of last year. of course, getting our driving licenses did help a lot in the maturing process, heehee. but...*big sigh* guess we're all really getting quite old now.

the upside of leaving school is of cos.....

MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE SLEEP!!!!! ~i love my sleep~

no more 6.25 wake up call for me. yea babeh! i can so deal with that.

college!

no more slaving for 11 subjects anymore. no more add maths, bio, phys, chem for me. oh goody!

new lifestyle, new outlook, new place (maybe overseas, i hope... oh, pls,pls come true), new people, new hot guys (i hope) and well, most things new i guess. must be more positive right?

umm... what else.... actually, i can't think of any now. not in college yet anyhow. but i think i'm gonna like it. but yeah, can't wait. maybe it's a good thing i'm leaving school after all. i don't know, maybe.

haiya... but first it's back to the slaving house first and torture chamber for umm, yeah... approx 2 more months. *groan***** how can i survive?

HORROR!!!

did you know that eating raw sushi or sashimi will cause you to get nerve damage and migrains??? reason being: raw fish is the ULTIMATE breeding ground of worms! (ring worms, tape worms...you name it we've got it). and this horrifying, disgusting, nauseatingly true picture (at least i think it is) that has traumatised me for life i think shows a man's brain (scalp bein cut into half) with omgosh! horror!! like zillions of worms and their larvae in almost every part imaginable in his poor poor brain. it's giving me the shivers just writing it down. i would put in the pic but i'm jz too grossed out to actually even look at it again.

*shudder*

now every part of me is starting to itch. yikes!