Month: December 2004

Haven’t had a proper breakfast with the family for ages. This morning we had dimsum. I ordered the food while Dad parked the car. It felt weird and strangely empowering as Dad’s always been the one to order everything, especially the type of chinese tea. Feelings as a grown-up passed as soon as Dad paid for the food, which successfully reduced me to feeling like a 13 year old. I’ll always be their little girl.

My first proper Christmas party was awesome. It lasted to almost 5 in the morning. Gifts exchange was incredibly hilarious with KY jelly being the star item. The food, notably the lamb was out of this world. I got pissed, slept and woke up with only one thing in mind – lamb. It was that good.

My legs are hurting like I’ve done an 8km marathon. Weird, I can’t recall doing anything physically stressful. Maybe it’s the medicine. It’s making me really drowsy. Something popped into my mind this morning. Whenever we’re prescribed medication (especially antibiotics), it’s assumed that we would take them at the same time daily until the dosage finishes (assuring a successful annihilation). This is because bacteria are understood to be evolving mirco-organisms, hence the possibility of them developing immunity to the antibiotics, say they are left in the playground while I’m too busy sleeping than popping pills.

However, what if…just what if these bacteria really don’t evolve, not in such a short period of time anyway. I think it would be better to pop medicines at random time. I mean, if they could evolve, they could probably estimate the time interval between antibiotics deployment anyway and thus devising a method to avoid a complete destruction. So why should we be punctual in this matter? We should shock and surprise them devils. Don’t believe me? I’m a walking proof of this tried and tested theory.

However in case you’re wondering why am I sick now, well it’s completely irrelevant.

Finals are starting next week and wouldn’t you forsee my results already? Fuck you, I’m invincible.

Have been procrastinating since this morning. I’m supposed to have washed the car (which have been left to ferment for more than a month), tidied up my room and revised a couple of accounting chapters. I can’t remember doing anything productive except bloghopping. Blogexplosion is quite addictive. Time passes quickly when you’re procrastinating, hence the only conclusive thing out of this is, I dig it. Shoot me.

I get a perverted sense of pleasure everytime I visit the clinic. Mom’s health benefits provided by her employer are mega cool, cause they cover bumming, grown kids too (Read: me). I don’t need to pay a single cent, just flash the magic card and voila…free treatment and consultation. At times, I’m tempted to fake ailments in order to procure restricted substances, not that I use them…but you know, to sell to interested parties. Yeah, I’m entrepreneurial like that.

I want to watch Phantom of the Opera badly. Eversince I read The Forbidden Game at 14, I have always fantasised about being pursued by a mysterious, charismatic, evil figure. I’m not sure whether other girls share this sentiment, the eroticism in being the chosen one by an otherwise inassesible person. It’s a sense of accomplishment perhaps, I don’t know. I’m enthralled by story such as Hades/Persephone and I’ll never forget Lestat in Interview with the Vampire (which is hugely thanks to Tom Cruise, I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU). How obssessed was I with Lestat? I actually considered embracing vampirism. That did not work out cause contemporary vampirism is gothic and the fashion is plain hideous.

Okay, time to wash the car, tidy the room, contemplate my diet plan and hopefully revise some numbing accountings.

Majorly cranky now. No water supply since 12am last night. I can’t make supper. I’ve OD-ed on stale popcorns. I’m sticky. I’m menstruating. I don’t care if it reminds me of teh tarik, just give me water. Now.

I haven’t been blogging religiously lately. I’m a busy girl, ok? Well, the truth is I have recently entered into a new phase of life where I’ve gotten myself some fun people for friends, some kindred spirit and where internet connection is scarce (at least till Monday). I can honestly say that at this moment, I thoroughly dig my life. Okay, almost thorougly. Water, humour me!

Shaolin Kung Fu show was awesome. Monks were really cute too. Rosy cheeks and tight bodies. Too bad they were stunted. I took a pic with the most gorgeous one. Will post later. The show’s like magic, only they were real. The only reason David Blaine would deserve his enormous fame is by licking his own arse. Nuf’ said.

I’ve been eating as though I have skinny genes. That’s stupid behaviour by yours truly. Xmas and NYE are approaching and looking super hot is pertinent. Have to remind self to stop indulging in maggi goreng ayam, ramly burger special and cheese tarts. I want more exercise. I need more exercise.

I have a naggy feeling about my accountings. I hope I pass. I must pass.

Fuck…why am I even contemplating?

Cause you skipped too many Monday classes, Kim?

Hrmph. Fuck you, I’m invincible.

Compiling a list of resolutions for 2005. They must be realistic and attainable.

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Gorgeous monk. Ooh la la.