quickie

i shaved my sides. Momster’s f to the u to the r.i.o.u.s. she’s not talking to me in a normal people kindar way. she’s snapping and she’s giving me the Evils. you would think i’d gone &done something terribly unforgivable like, idk, lost my sister at crowded AMK Hub or something. i only shaved my sides(which will very much grow back in 2weeks. natural hair growth hormones on overdrive). she didn’t say i couldnt. she specifically just said not to cut the hair. i didn’t, did i? i shaved ‘em sides.

Aisyah from far was like, omg you cut your hair. &i was like, oh its obvious.

Kama’s first words to me was: i am gunna kill you.

Zaf was in denial i think? HAHA. “be prepared to be bombarded with the same questions tomorrow,” Zaf cautioned.

 today is tomorrow.

am NOT looking forward.

should have brought placards. with the words: “i shaved em.” &”bug off please:)”

today the guy’s coming over to repair the computer &whatnot. hope all’s good by tomorrow. praying hard!

wednesday’s clinical assessment. UH OH.

friday NO class. WOO-HOO.

looking forward to Intelligence presentation with Penny hope it goes smooth. like my sides>:F

by definition

everybody was in an aggressive mood today. picking on each other, hitting on the arm, mindless accusations, verbal assault. you name it, we did it. touchy thursday aww, feels like we’re a family! so what if most of the time Zaf has her hand in my sweater pocket. &i sometime slip mine with hers in as well. why? because i can

“can i put my hand in your jeans pocket?”

“ch*****.”

HAHAHAHHA. so Kama’s not too keen with showing affection. funny, because she’s attached, whereas the 3of us are like sad singles(ok, NOT SO SAD LUH!). deprivation uh, our cases.

national education with Mr.Tay was, again, the bomb. i will miss him. he’s a great actor. mediacorp should hire him.

what did we do during NE? we got to know Mr. T on a more personal level. very brief, but still, could live without all those …information but i guess that was a good ice-breaker/introduction to what would be discussed later luh. funny cause we were all pretty hyped about the topic that Mr. T was driving at: “what are the factors that would cause an ‘the end’ to my life?”

“smoking.” “obesity.” “suicide.” “drink everyday.” “consume drug every minute.” my favourite: a subtle yet very spot on reply from Evelyn: “STD.”

&i was contemplating saying, “second wife” but i didn’t want to be offensive. big HAH!

we were pretty creative(&brutal) with the answers, that Mr. T had doubts whether we really were nurses. aren’t nurses suppose to be, idk, caring??? gentle? kind??? basically, NICE? nice don’t come up with ideas like “take bolus dose of potassium chloride”.

&then he had to say, “now we’re gonna bring this into Singapore context.”

if our enthusiasm &excitement were to be plotted out in a graph &be studied, at about the time he said that, the otherwise-high energy level made a crazy plummet. talk about anti-climax.

before i lose this on you: ok what we did exactly. we discussed the factors that would end Singapore. basically wipe Singapore’s existence from the face of this earth… quite a depressing topic to talk about. it’s like talking about ways to kill your parents….. i feel like a terrorist(am i allowed to say this?) coming up with ideas to contribute to the discussion: nuclear bomb. natural disaster. disease pandemic. corrupted government.

then we talked about the factors that would lead to Singapore’s prosperity. good governing with a competent leader, strong defence. good relationship with other countries. job opportunities. make Lela president, keep Evelyn behind bars. whatnot i think we’re getting there luh you think?

just for kicks. what would determine the end of YOU?

check out my hypocount prick

i went around the house showing people my boo-boo. Momster was like, “ler..jauh ke perot. i gave birth to you all, you don’t hear me complaining.”

tsk, how could anyone compare delivery pain to a hypocount prick sia. eh then again, how could anyone complain about a small hypocount prick?????

this happen, more or less

that Saturday morning, i was feeling damn nauseous. it was the most uneasy feeling. everywhere. physiologically &in the head too. all sorts of things i was taught during Med Surg lectures came flooding. this is what happens when you’re a stupid nurse. you start to apply what you’ve been taught . &then you scared yourself silly.

do you know what it’s like? when you feel like vomiting? &when you finally did? disgusting is not the first adjective i’d use. cause that was the last thing on my mind. i never knew it would sting! it stung! &it was very uncomfortable &damn straining luh. &tears start running down your face with every mighty wrench as your body tries to expel whatever it is that is apparently not supposed to be in your system. &my whole body ached cause it was working the accesory muscles &all.

the fifth wrench &i felt a burning sensation up my throat as i threw up all over the toilet bowl. …macam straight out in a typical bulimic-teenage-girl-chick-flick movies. ugh disgusting? it stung, more like. cause i hadn’t eaten anything the night before. &all that came out off my mouth was yellowish mucousy fluid. those you get when you aspirate the stomach contents of a nasogastric patient… uh huh! uh huh! &being acidic &all, it burnt my throat so bad i couldn’t find my voice..

Momster banged on the door of the bathroom, pissed off because she wanted to use the bathroom, but i had beaten her to it. in fact, according to her, i had shoved her out of the way &slammed the door in her face.

“morning sickness kepe,” Momster said sarcastically when i finally opened the door, looking sick with tears down my face. so caring, my mother.

“kelakar kepe,” i mumbled. “skali i really pregnant. we’ll see who will have the last laugh.”

Momster was blank. “who WOULD have the last laugh?” she asked instead.

tagged by Kim

8points my partner must have:

perhaps Mac is crying

NO ELECTIVE TODAY HAAAAAAAHAHAH. which explains THIS. &then i’ll go &cram my head into books &presentations wish me luck as i wish YOU luck as you continue down into the following paragraphs:

hmm let’s see. considering it was my very first time on skates, i’m thinking, BOO YA!!!! totally rocked it. i don’t mean to brag, but i was like, “Yo, Killer. let’s skate. at the voiddeck. meet you in five minutes. oh don’t forget to clean the cat’s puke off the board first…” &she was like, “SURE.” that’s what i love about my 13-year-old multi-talented pseudo-emopunk sister she’s so on. damn she takes after me. …the multi-talented bit, not the pseudo image. or the talking-to-boys-over-the-phone-til-late-at-night shit. idk where that came from. cough*Lina*cough.

idk why skates. idk why or how we even had one. it’s been there under the bed since as long as i could remember. it was there soooo long that even the cats’ furball that was spat out on it once upon a time, had totally dried up. like it had become one with the skateboard. (I remembered Killer complaining, “It’s such a bitch to remove the puke i have to resort to using a stupid metal ruler to scrap it off. &the end totally chipped off.”

Killer can skate, because she’s got skater-friends whom she hangs out with at the playground in the day &talks to over the phone at night. (the social-butterfly image? totally not from me either. clearly!) oh &also because she watched youtube. so clever! so you can guess who taught me how to skate.

then again, she didn’t really teach much. she was just there for moral support &encouragment. …those are 2different things hor. but yar. i just figured out the tricks by the 3e’s: (trial&)error, exposure &experience. well, the last2 aren’t so accurate. i haven’t been influenced, let alone exposed to skateboarding. my experience on skates, at that time, was as good as non existant. so, yup. trial &error it was trial &error where cons outweigh pros. risking every bone &every joint in my already-sad body.

tiada maaf bagimu

I felt today all of us were extra restless, extra annoying, extra noisy, extra vaganza. everything that could be extra-ed, itu luh kiter.

Sorry if I haven’t been updating. to remind ya’ll: my laptop along with my computer sudah not working. hence the irregular updates. nevertheless i hope i won’t lose ya’ll this a-way:’)

My lack of writing is also the reason why my current entries are like so haprak. …like I’m losing my touch. like i’ve forgotten how to blog:’(

hmm what’s been happening to me recently uh.

almost, but

I dreamt I was late for my attachment. like it was already 6:30am, &i was just waiting for my bus? Then i was like saying out loud to nobody in particular: “we are so gunna be late!”

then i woke up, cause my alarm went off. I reached for the snooze button. blindly but very professionally. then absentmindedly glanced at the clock on the wall. 7.45am. I remembered Momster asking me what time’s my class this morning. i think, if i could remember correctly, still in sleeping mode, i had said, “9am.”

somehow the scene replayed in my head as i tried to get a comfortable sleeping position. 9am class starts. it’s almost 8am. If class starts at 9, &it’s a friday(CLINICAL LAB W/SUSAN), shouldnt i leave the house at 8ish? unless I wanna be late luh, &take a make-up class.

i do not wanna take a make-up class. ….

your boyfriend is staring…

I know what to keep me awake during lectures. Definitely not Kama; only 10 minutes into the lecture, she’s down. Aisya, gone case. Zafira, though she never sleep, she might as well be. It’s like sitting next to a mannequin. Actually, I’m no different luh. Heh. But I try, you know. I try to pay attention. &I find out today, I pay attention more when I’m on the floor at the back of the lecture hall.

You find kids on the floor when a)they are late or b)there are no more seats available. Idk why people are complaining about sitting on the floor. Sure you pay the fees, but it’s not like you’re paying attention also kan, if you’re sitting on the chairs? On the floor better sei. Can sprawl. Can spread your legs. Lecturers can’t see you &you can’t see them. Who needs the screen? Most of time we just stare blankly at the screen anyway, not registering anything. COME ON, ADMIT IT.

Today I find out sitting next to Yuwen &Huifen, at the back of the lecture hall, is quite helpful. Haha I wanted to use the word ‘therapeutic’ but idk about that exactly…HAHA. But helpful in a sense that…they keep me wake. They are funny luh! Like lame funny. Yuwen asks me the weirdest questions: “How you style your hair?” “You married already ar?” “You boy or you girl? I confuse sia.” Then I’d be like…hm, never thought of that before……

Then Huifen is just…Huifen. Haha. She told me she reads my blog(:O). Then she got real confused &started stumbling upon her words when I asked her how she found out about the blog. As in really…stumbling. Like some tongue twister, but really, she was just trying to say that she got my blog url from Justine’s blog.

gotta have my hot stuff

people do the nicest thing for friends huh. they make fun of each other, call each other names like shorty &fat. they mess with each other’s heads, play with each other’s hearts, make each other wait for 2hours, &then buy chocolate as an apology. ….hahahahha. i wonder if anyone will read this. but hecks, i’ll try to make this entry ..people-friendly. as in, no pissing nobody… there’s no need! you know i love you! &this blog is created primarily for entertainment purposes. yes, i am entertaining.

i derived that while talking to Evelyn. haha! but i don’t believe luh. cause contrary to what she reckoned, my life is not interesting at all; i have friends like her. how to be interesting? JOKEEEEE!! HAHA. i’m very the average. dude, i go to school, i sleep during lecture, i piss around with my friends, i go home, i write, i shoot. i fucking annoy. i fucking bore. then i go for attachments &most of the time i say the same things every posting. so what makes YOU come back for more?i had no idea. you tell me.

whatever the reason is, i appreciate it luh. but if you’re new to this, just a word of caution? take what i say with a pinch of salt. more or less &a sense of humour(my kind of sense of humour), w/a high tolerance for sarcasm. the ability to read between the lines. oh you must love long-winded entries. it’s hard, i’m sorry! &yes. it’s all about the wordplay!

i’m so full of myself! sheesh!

ok now into the entry proper.

someone deliberately bumped into me in the train today. like. you should have seen her face when we ‘collided’. we said sorry at the same time, but she wasn’t abashed or apologetic about it. cause i was! instead she had this..somewhat cheeky, overly-friendly, mufuckingly hee-uge smile on her face. her heavily-mascara-ed eyeliner-ed eyes right into mine, left me bewildered &a little unsure on how to respond to that. so i just stared back blankly.

then she turned &left the train. i looked at Eve, who looked back at me like what was that all about. probably thought i was cute. HAHA NO. probably thought i was looking at her luh, cause i was. looking, but not seeing. some more i was leaning very suggestively. but please. no. Evelyn was with me. nobody i would give my attention to but her. HAHAHA.

Kim not-so-sneakily pulled out my RAZR from my jeans pocket. that stubbornfish>:F think she could trick me by hiding my phone so i’d do a body search on her. cheeky cheeky!

she eventually returned my phone, ..with something else………

not bad

freezing the fingers off in the Eplaza. &it’s drizzling out there. trying to whip up a post while Aisyah Farid’s handling some..online admin stuff>:F haii…life’s different without a computer:O i’m having withdrawal symptoms from not having the luxury to blog in the comfort &privacy of my four walls. instead i’m here…in the freezing lab with everybody around…. kindar cramping my style.

&then i’m hungry.

&then idk what to say. HAHA.

cracking stupid jokes with Aisyah F now. kauuu..biler nak habes nie. she has a personal chaufeur sey. jealous.

we had 2hours of national education with the eccentric Mr.Tay. probably the highlight of Thursday. ironically, cause we were dreading it big time. turned out this 2hour tutorial’s probably the best we could ever get… cause student nurses, our modules are basically a bore. …actually no. the lecturers are the bore.

ok i’ve gots to fly. LATERS.