Jethro.
Yes, I have officially decided to name my future dog (whatever it may be) Jethro. If it's a girl I'll call it Jenny.
Okay gags aside, Nico's going through a moment of self-quarantine because his brother has suspected H1N1 so Nico's staying home as well.
Trials is in two weeks or so. Approximately.
I'm terrified.
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Sunday, 2 August 2009
Influenza and Other Things
Not feeling too well lately. Thursday I slept in the afternoon and woke at seven just for my dad to check that I have a fever of 37.8 Celsius. Scary. And if you want to know what made my dad check, I was sleeping on my parents' bed wrapped in my mom's blanket. The sun was shining like hell outside but I said I was cold. Go figure.
So that night after dinner Dad took me to the clinic near my house for a check-up, what with the influenza scare these days. Since it was a clinic I've not been to before, Dad had to register me. Luckily he told me to bring my IC along. I swear, seems like I've had patient cards at practically every clinic in my vicinity already. Shows how weak my immunity system is.
Waiting for a while. Quite a lot of people. Had to use the loo. Shock, gasp, horror! The loo itself was a health hazard (is that what you call it)! Honestly. The roof was falling down in places, there were droppings all over (at least I think they were). Expected more from a doctor's clinic, really.
Went in. Doc checked me up and all. Finally figured out that it was a viral infection, normal fever and flu, nothing serious. But he said not to go to school the next day, what with the prejudices against the influenza and all. Went to the dispensary to get my meds. Fever medication - 2 tablets, 4 (!!) times a day (I have a strange feeling about this...) and cold medication - 1 tablet, twice a day, all after meals. To Dad's surprise, the meds only costed us RM21! Which was cheap. Again, another reference to how weak I am when I've even started to notice how cheap the medication is.
Anyway, stayed home Friday. Heard quite a number in class had the flu, and there was a case (not sure if it's true/confirmed) of the influenza in 3 Dahlia (was it?) Chatting with Lou the whole time. She said that there were 4 confirmed cases of influenza in her school (CHS) and her mom said (her parents are doctors: mom's a pediatrician and dad's an anaesthetist) that the influenza is like pneumonia--it can KILL.
So to you people out there who want to get the influenza for some crazy-assed reason -- skip school for a week (this was response I got from the majority) or so that you can be immune to the influenza after you recover from it (funnily enough, I got this as an excuse too, though I suppose it does make sense) please, please, please do not put your lives at risk just for one week of respite from school. It can kill, or have you not seen the death rates go up?
Take back everything you said about wanting to have the flu; don't mess with things like this. It's just too close for comfort. Besides, you'll have to take all sorts of vaccines and medication and check-ups and whatnots. Take it from someone who's been on meds most of her life for some reason or other -- after the first few days, the novelty wears off, and you'll find yourself wishing you weren't so weak instead.
So that night after dinner Dad took me to the clinic near my house for a check-up, what with the influenza scare these days. Since it was a clinic I've not been to before, Dad had to register me. Luckily he told me to bring my IC along. I swear, seems like I've had patient cards at practically every clinic in my vicinity already. Shows how weak my immunity system is.
Waiting for a while. Quite a lot of people. Had to use the loo. Shock, gasp, horror! The loo itself was a health hazard (is that what you call it)! Honestly. The roof was falling down in places, there were droppings all over (at least I think they were). Expected more from a doctor's clinic, really.
Went in. Doc checked me up and all. Finally figured out that it was a viral infection, normal fever and flu, nothing serious. But he said not to go to school the next day, what with the prejudices against the influenza and all. Went to the dispensary to get my meds. Fever medication - 2 tablets, 4 (!!) times a day (I have a strange feeling about this...) and cold medication - 1 tablet, twice a day, all after meals. To Dad's surprise, the meds only costed us RM21! Which was cheap. Again, another reference to how weak I am when I've even started to notice how cheap the medication is.
Anyway, stayed home Friday. Heard quite a number in class had the flu, and there was a case (not sure if it's true/confirmed) of the influenza in 3 Dahlia (was it?) Chatting with Lou the whole time. She said that there were 4 confirmed cases of influenza in her school (CHS) and her mom said (her parents are doctors: mom's a pediatrician and dad's an anaesthetist) that the influenza is like pneumonia--it can KILL.
So to you people out there who want to get the influenza for some crazy-assed reason -- skip school for a week (this was response I got from the majority) or so that you can be immune to the influenza after you recover from it (funnily enough, I got this as an excuse too, though I suppose it does make sense) please, please, please do not put your lives at risk just for one week of respite from school. It can kill, or have you not seen the death rates go up?
Take back everything you said about wanting to have the flu; don't mess with things like this. It's just too close for comfort. Besides, you'll have to take all sorts of vaccines and medication and check-ups and whatnots. Take it from someone who's been on meds most of her life for some reason or other -- after the first few days, the novelty wears off, and you'll find yourself wishing you weren't so weak instead.
Saturday, 1 August 2009
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Fear.
She was afraid of many things. Fear of abandonment, fear of the future. Fear of losing control.
She was afraid to die, afraid that she might leave before achieving all that she'd set out to do. She was afraid of herself, of time. Of everything. She was afraid of losing out. Afraid of sickness. Of war. Of losing her friends. A fact that seemed more and more likely with each passing day.
She had friends, many of them, back when she was younger and carefree. She was still carefree now, but it was laced with a hint of cynicism and jaded sarcasm. Where she once took care not to hurt her friends, she now ploughed straight aheard, blunt in her views and opinions, not caring who she hurt or why. She was protective of her friends, yes, to the point that she'd fight for them with her life, but now, those so-called friends were just infuriating. She didn't know who to trust.
Those she could were busy with their own things; those she couldn't were available. She often yearned for someone she could talk to, no holding back, just letting everything out. Someone with a wise counsel, who could comfort her, play Devil's advocate. Someone who could make her blood fire up with just one look; understand her completely by one gesture. No words need to be spoken, just soft, reassuring silence.
However, the people she worked with...They were afraid of her and her temper. Many a time had she affected their mood with her black-temper aura, turning the atmosphere sour. She knew that everyone gave her a wide berth. If any of the boys were teasing her girlfriends, they'd go through all of them and stopped teasing when it came to her. They probably didn't mean to, but it made her feel left out. They would come asking gingerly for her book or chair, and though she'd never give them any reason to, they'd immediately scurry away, mistaking her look of bemusement for one of anger.
She was labeled.
Quite frankly, it hurt.
A lot.
She was afraid of many things. Fear of abandonment, fear of the future. Fear of losing control.
She was afraid to die, afraid that she might leave before achieving all that she'd set out to do. She was afraid of herself, of time. Of everything. She was afraid of losing out. Afraid of sickness. Of war. Of losing her friends. A fact that seemed more and more likely with each passing day.
She had friends, many of them, back when she was younger and carefree. She was still carefree now, but it was laced with a hint of cynicism and jaded sarcasm. Where she once took care not to hurt her friends, she now ploughed straight aheard, blunt in her views and opinions, not caring who she hurt or why. She was protective of her friends, yes, to the point that she'd fight for them with her life, but now, those so-called friends were just infuriating. She didn't know who to trust.
Those she could were busy with their own things; those she couldn't were available. She often yearned for someone she could talk to, no holding back, just letting everything out. Someone with a wise counsel, who could comfort her, play Devil's advocate. Someone who could make her blood fire up with just one look; understand her completely by one gesture. No words need to be spoken, just soft, reassuring silence.
However, the people she worked with...They were afraid of her and her temper. Many a time had she affected their mood with her black-temper aura, turning the atmosphere sour. She knew that everyone gave her a wide berth. If any of the boys were teasing her girlfriends, they'd go through all of them and stopped teasing when it came to her. They probably didn't mean to, but it made her feel left out. They would come asking gingerly for her book or chair, and though she'd never give them any reason to, they'd immediately scurry away, mistaking her look of bemusement for one of anger.
She was labeled.
Quite frankly, it hurt.
A lot.
Sunday, 26 July 2009
You Scored as Fallen Angel
You are a Fallen Angel empath. You have not found your place in this world yet and wander as a lost soul. Your wings have been clipped but you know deep inside they will grow back. You need to fly free and proud. Fallen Angels are spiritual beings who were trapped by flesh, and are now seeking to spread their wings again. (from the Book of Storms at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/)
Fallen Angel 95%
Artist 90%
Judge 90%
Precog 85%
Universal 80%
Traveler 75%
Healer 70%
Shaman 60%
You are a Fallen Angel empath. You have not found your place in this world yet and wander as a lost soul. Your wings have been clipped but you know deep inside they will grow back. You need to fly free and proud. Fallen Angels are spiritual beings who were trapped by flesh, and are now seeking to spread their wings again. (from the Book of Storms at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/)
Fallen Angel 95%
Artist 90%
Judge 90%
Precog 85%
Universal 80%
Traveler 75%
Healer 70%
Shaman 60%
Of Yoghurts and Lasagna
Right, I'm officially addicted to yoghurt.
Why? Ask Burn Notice. It's a brilliant, brilliant show. I love Michael and Fiona (yes, I'm one of those shippers). And somehow they always seem to be eating yoghurt in every episode. Without fail.
Now you know why. Moving on.
Yesterday was Saturday. Was begging Mom to buy beef to make lasagna. It's been a while since I've had it so yeah. Mom bought the beef. And the notion of having lasagna for dinner was enough to make me a little kid again. I mean, come on. Having your mom go out of her way to make you your very hassle-filled favourite meal?
So, like a little kid, I was swinging the packet of minced beef (refused to let anyone near my precious beef!) around and I was latching onto my Dad's shoulder and singing loudly and kiddishly in his ear:
Lasagna flies over the ocean
Lasagna flies over the sea
Lasagna flies over the ocean
Lasagna will come back to me/So that it will come back to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back lasagna to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back lasagna to me!
And I kept singing this for about an hour or so until my dad got really sick of it! :) Told him it was my ruse of making him stay away from the lasagna so I could have more. He retaliated by singing his own version where he ate everything.
Dad forgot to bring the cooler box so I carried the beef all around while we were shopping. Then while mom and neighbour went to shop for clothes, we went and goggled at the Hyundai cars! There were some pretty nice ones there.
Then we bought the lasagna noodles and went home and made lasagna!
Why? Ask Burn Notice. It's a brilliant, brilliant show. I love Michael and Fiona (yes, I'm one of those shippers). And somehow they always seem to be eating yoghurt in every episode. Without fail.
Now you know why. Moving on.
Yesterday was Saturday. Was begging Mom to buy beef to make lasagna. It's been a while since I've had it so yeah. Mom bought the beef. And the notion of having lasagna for dinner was enough to make me a little kid again. I mean, come on. Having your mom go out of her way to make you your very hassle-filled favourite meal?
So, like a little kid, I was swinging the packet of minced beef (refused to let anyone near my precious beef!) around and I was latching onto my Dad's shoulder and singing loudly and kiddishly in his ear:
Lasagna flies over the ocean
Lasagna flies over the sea
Lasagna flies over the ocean
Lasagna will come back to me/So that it will come back to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back lasagna to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back lasagna to me!
And I kept singing this for about an hour or so until my dad got really sick of it! :) Told him it was my ruse of making him stay away from the lasagna so I could have more. He retaliated by singing his own version where he ate everything.
Dad forgot to bring the cooler box so I carried the beef all around while we were shopping. Then while mom and neighbour went to shop for clothes, we went and goggled at the Hyundai cars! There were some pretty nice ones there.
Then we bought the lasagna noodles and went home and made lasagna!
Wanted to show some pictures but it was a bloody hassle to upload onto Blogger so I got tired of it.
Anyway we've still got 2 slices of lasagna left which I will most probably bring to school to eat. Haha! Wonder how much I'll make if I sell some of my lasagna?
Friday, 17 July 2009
Scent of Love
Dark skies take over
A drop, and another, and a third
Rains down on their loving embrace
Kinship had turned into something more
Even now, as this new stage is tested out
Soothing phrases do little to quell their passion
Tangled together now, like knots of string
She smiles, and waits for him
Escaping the past, he reaches for her
Clasping hands, brown locked with green
Reason is abandoned; release is what they seek
Enigmatic darkness gave way to light
The moment itself is brief, but what comes after is not
Slowly, hesitantly, they begin the Ancient Dance
Revelling in the feel of skin upon skin
Eager to meet at the highest mountain
Vibrant colours explode from within
Egos have no place here; instead, love rules all
Again they embrace, at last it is over
Let no man come between what is and what will be
Everything else is meaningless; there is no need to think
Deeply breathing in the scent of love.
A drop, and another, and a third
Rains down on their loving embrace
Kinship had turned into something more
Even now, as this new stage is tested out
Soothing phrases do little to quell their passion
Tangled together now, like knots of string
She smiles, and waits for him
Escaping the past, he reaches for her
Clasping hands, brown locked with green
Reason is abandoned; release is what they seek
Enigmatic darkness gave way to light
The moment itself is brief, but what comes after is not
Slowly, hesitantly, they begin the Ancient Dance
Revelling in the feel of skin upon skin
Eager to meet at the highest mountain
Vibrant colours explode from within
Egos have no place here; instead, love rules all
Again they embrace, at last it is over
Let no man come between what is and what will be
Everything else is meaningless; there is no need to think
Deeply breathing in the scent of love.
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Ever Yours
Right before we even met
Unknowingly, I had created an image of you
Someone I could see myself with
Someone, unfortunately, I couldn't be with
Even through the darkest nights
Loving caresses, in the shadows stolen
Lighting up even the blackest moments
I carry your heart in mine, and it beats together
Like I have come home to the one I live for
One and only, you have been by my side
Vice versa, I hope to see your face
Eyes that shine like Kelly Green
Your features sharp like that of a prince
One I cannot help but fall for
Until the day we meet
For you, my guardian angel
Only yours I will always be
Regardless of who comes
Even they shall not pass between us
Violet flowers and watermelon scent
Emerald green eyes and fruit tarts
Reign forever on my list of favourites
Yes, only because they remind me of you
Otherwise stay with me, all the days
Undyingly, my affections will not fade
Rising up to the highest peak
Somewhere I'll find you someday
Miles of sand to go before we find each other
Youthful pride kept me from speaking aloud but
Lover, know this, that I want you
Onward we will go, until we reach the end of our journey
Victory will be ours, as we set sail for the sun
Ever loving, ever faithful, ever yours.
Unknowingly, I had created an image of you
Someone I could see myself with
Someone, unfortunately, I couldn't be with
Even through the darkest nights
Loving caresses, in the shadows stolen
Lighting up even the blackest moments
I carry your heart in mine, and it beats together
Like I have come home to the one I live for
One and only, you have been by my side
Vice versa, I hope to see your face
Eyes that shine like Kelly Green
Your features sharp like that of a prince
One I cannot help but fall for
Until the day we meet
For you, my guardian angel
Only yours I will always be
Regardless of who comes
Even they shall not pass between us
Violet flowers and watermelon scent
Emerald green eyes and fruit tarts
Reign forever on my list of favourites
Yes, only because they remind me of you
Otherwise stay with me, all the days
Undyingly, my affections will not fade
Rising up to the highest peak
Somewhere I'll find you someday
Miles of sand to go before we find each other
Youthful pride kept me from speaking aloud but
Lover, know this, that I want you
Onward we will go, until we reach the end of our journey
Victory will be ours, as we set sail for the sun
Ever loving, ever faithful, ever yours.
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