Journals
Thursday,Mar 31 2005, 03:43:42 PMMonday had to be the worst Monday I ever...
Monday had to be the worst Monday I ever lived. I almost fainted in the toilet this morning when I was about to start brushing my teeth. I was too dizzy to learn my toothbrush slipped off my hand. It was a too frightening experience. Totally! Everything went complete darkness and my body simply went soft. Fortunately, I got myself collapse on my parent’s bed or else, I might be in the hospital treating a broken skull or whatever. Fucking hell!
Wednesday,Mar 30 2005, 12:16:18 PMNo inducement or whatever. It’s tough...
No inducement or whatever. It’s tough being a sick girl. All I know is that I am just like a human origami. That’s sad. Oh well, it’s binary. Either I am sick or just another gusto, flippant lass, right? Urgh! Damn, how long am I gonna stay like this? Wearing my brown Abercrombie fleece and that terry short from Target made me looked bovine. Totally! My taste bud automatically turned numb and I taste nothing. This is excruciatingly fucking frustrating.
The song Right to be wrong sung by Joss Stone sounded dirge to me, especially in a condition like this. I’m having a massive headache and no amount of painkiller could help ease the pain. Fucking hell! Fucking dickhead. I am all motherfucking pissed. Frankly speaking, I have no idea how many of it I had in the past few hours. Whoa whoa whoa, I had an adult painkiller and popped 2 kids painkiller. Damn! Why ain’t it working? And I look fucking silly with my Burberry scarf covered over my mouth to prevent from spreading to my brothers. See, how silly I am when I am sick. Urgh, it’s all M.S’s fault. I shouldn’t be sitting in that frigging Doctor Tan’s clinic while he attended MS. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I look like a fucking dumb shit all over. However, I think I possess a fantastic sexy voice. LOL. All right, enough. I am outta this frigging hell hole and continue reading the novel before watching Diana Ser's documentary on CNA. Wohoo...
Wednesday,Mar 30 2005, 05:31:20 AMThis is my worst night ever. The nape of my...
This is my worst night ever. The nape of my neck is aching, my throat hurts from too much toast with cheese and I am down with flu. Urgh! I feel terrible. All over. I feel melee. (P.S, not my face.) Mmm, maybe it’s comeuppance for being a wild girl. Whatever! At least, the days of being sick make me stay indoor and not spending any money. LOL.
You know what self destruction is? Do you know what self inflicting is? Yeah, I did that because Momma can’t seem to stop criticizing and get all hysterical again about my night out and the corner of my mouth look horrible right now. I was watching some show on the telly and start rubbing the corner and suddenly the stinking feeling arise. I looked into the mirror and damn, it’s too hideous to head out anymore. It’s like déjà vu. The second I tore myself away from the mirror, my eyes caught the front cover of People magazine where Paris Hilton with bruises on her forearm and lip, looking helpless reminded me of my look. Ugly.
Monday,Mar 28 2005, 03:57:13 PMThe home ride on the train was horrible. I...
The home ride on the train was horrible. I stood at the wrong place, standing next to a middle age man reeking of liquor flirting with his girlfriend or whatever who can’t seem to restrain her bag from prodding my leg. To make matter worse, I am standing right in front of another middle age man in blue polo tee that seems to be laughing at no particular shit. It’s more of an anal ride than an enjoyable one I expected. And the very second a working lady pushed her way into the packed metro which required me to move my heavy humongous shopping bags up from the floor. Charles came to my mind instantly! LOL. Of all people! Tell me about it. I was awfully disgusted and started cussing; hoping whoever the driver of the train is would receive my telepathy message that I want him to drive faster than per normal.
When I cross over at Jurong East station for another interchange to Bukit Gombak, I noted everyone around me rushing which apparently I am the only cool chick swaggering towards the surprisingly empty train. Again, Charles popped into my mind again and I can’t help smiling at myself. (Sorry, our private joke.) If anyone caught me grinning, I ain’t afraid of a people giving me weird looks because M.S is next to me. LOL. Kill two birds with one stone. HA-HA-HA…
I enjoy every single conversation with Charles even the one right now. LOL. We talk everything under the sun almost every morning, afternoon and night. You can say 24/7. Haha. (After I got back from the kitchenette with toasts filled with cheese and bacon bits on hand, idiotic Charles disappeared like what Batman always does to avoid any commotions. He’s gonna get it from me tomorrow when we talk. Guess he must be exhausted and he gotta work early in the morning. He’d better start creating his own company faster than expected where everyone start late for work. LOL. That’s what he suggested to me this afternoon before I went to see Doctor Tan. LOL)
Monday,Mar 28 2005, 04:50:06 AMThat's sucky, I don't understand a single...
That's sucky, I don't understand a single french word Charles's girlfriend is speaking and she definately look like Cindy Cai. LOL. He wants feedback from me about his girlfriend's look since I am kinda model. Ah ya, I am speechless after all that's his girlfriend. However, his girlfriend might look better with longer hair. That should satify his question. LOL.
That idiotic Canadian Drew promised he'll be back and always disappear and appear out of the blue like a lighting blot. I'm going to kick his ass all the way next year. How dare he even think of visiting me. Guess he's The Flash in disguise. LOL.
Gotta go bath and visit the doctor. Damn, my head is spinning. Urgh! And the current weather is perfect!! Yeah!!