Hand me a tissue please..
Thursday, June 05, 2008/11:48 AM
Hello everybody. This might come as a surprise to all of you, but I, Namira Binte Abdul Nasir, am sick. Hold your gasps and signs of shock. I am truly sick. It's not fatal, but it might be. In fact, it might be very fatal towards my family's tissue supply. I keep walking around in a blur holding a tissue in my hand and saying things like 'Mom, I can't help clean the house. Can't you see I'm sick?'.... Yup. The cinderella in me who constantly does the chores in this house has gone off for a holiday. Bugger.

My only indulgence that I can confide in through the Ah-choos and sniffles is the book. My book. New Moon by Stephenie Meyer. YEAH I KNOW. 'Namira? Surely one is enough for now?' Never. I must keep reading. If you come to my house, you would find me sprawled on the floor clutching the book in my hands. Sigh, it is heaven I tell you. Literal Bliss..

Okay. I might be sick. But, honestly, my actions are not really helping my poor physical state at the moment? What do I mean? Well, I haven't been doing anything to improve my immune system right now. Ask 4/7. During the two days of remedial, I gulped down two cans of Coke happily. Sigh. Yup. I did. And now, I never resort to drinking lukewarm water to make me feel better. Hell no. I still drink iced water. In front of my parents nonetheless. But they don't really bother.

Let me now illustrate to you why this is so.

You see, when I was younger and sick, I would beg for cold water from my mom. The fridge was too tall for me (as hard as that might be to imagine) so I could reach the water pitcher. Now, all I have to do is stroll into the kitchen look at my mother incredulously take the cold water pitcher out and take a major slug out of it. Sigh, and my thirst would be quenched.

My sicknesses:
1) cough
2) flu
3) fever
4) boredom

aye caramba.

self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities. I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.

read my lips.

they're watching.

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