Monday, January 05, 2009/4:07 PM
For all of you who don't know, I have been sick for the past few days. Not like severely sick, just a fever, that's why you see me drinking coke all the time. I don't really mind when it comes to coke. I just drink it, really. It's not like it is going to worsen my condition or anything. At times, when all else fails, coke does make a sick person feel better.
What I've noticed ever since I was sick was that I have been very touchy lately. Quite sensitive to my emotions, I let little and trivial things bother me when they shouldn't. I am sensitive by nature but when I fall sick, it is twice as worse. I get irritated often and all of a sudden, my mood will turn and I will be sad and start crying. I've been crying alot these past few days and I don't even know why the hell I am. Sick isn't it? And no ladies, it's not PMS.
So I did what my grandfather always does when he is sick. He said everytime he gets sick, he will lock himself up in his car and stay there for several hours with the window slightly down for oxygen flow. Well he didn't say that. He says: 'Kalau atuk sakit, atuk duduk dalam kereta tu lah. Tingkap tu turun sikit nanti takleh nafas. Ah. Nanti atuk duduk aje sampai atuk peluh nanti atuk keluar.' My grandfather lives in Malaysia by the way so even if he does that people don't think it's weird because they can't see him.
I love you grandfather.
Since I cannot lock myself in my father's car to avoid a police officer coming up to my window and ask me whether I was commiting suicide, I decided to clean up my room.
*cue sound effects*
I also decided to rearrange the furniture in my room because that would definitely be counted as strenous work. I nearly passed out cleaning but not a single bead of sweat. This was not working at all and I was just tiring myself out. But I continued anyway and I decided to sweep my floor. When I went to get my broom and vacuum in the kitchen, I knocked over the oil container on the floor. So oil was oozing out of the bottle. With haste, I stood it upright. This is what to do when you are in such a situation:
1) Drop your broom.
2) Keep as quiet as possible so that your mother doesn't hear you panicking.
3) Assess how much oil is on the floor.
4) Put on slippers so that your feet don't get oily.
5) Get your mop and rinse it.
6) Go to the disaster zone and start mopping. (don't get freaked out if the oil does not disappear immediately. It's not supposed to.)
7) Run to your toilet, rinse your mop.
8)Spray water at all the excess oil on the floor.
9) Get your second mop (if you don't have a second mop it's OK just rinse your first one and dry it) and go to the disaster area and dry your mess.
10) Spray air freshener on it so that it doesn't smell like an oil spill.
Sometimes, I think I am going to grow up and become a housewife.
What I've noticed ever since I was sick was that I have been very touchy lately. Quite sensitive to my emotions, I let little and trivial things bother me when they shouldn't. I am sensitive by nature but when I fall sick, it is twice as worse. I get irritated often and all of a sudden, my mood will turn and I will be sad and start crying. I've been crying alot these past few days and I don't even know why the hell I am. Sick isn't it? And no ladies, it's not PMS.
So I did what my grandfather always does when he is sick. He said everytime he gets sick, he will lock himself up in his car and stay there for several hours with the window slightly down for oxygen flow. Well he didn't say that. He says: 'Kalau atuk sakit, atuk duduk dalam kereta tu lah. Tingkap tu turun sikit nanti takleh nafas. Ah. Nanti atuk duduk aje sampai atuk peluh nanti atuk keluar.' My grandfather lives in Malaysia by the way so even if he does that people don't think it's weird because they can't see him.
I love you grandfather.
Since I cannot lock myself in my father's car to avoid a police officer coming up to my window and ask me whether I was commiting suicide, I decided to clean up my room.
*cue sound effects*
I also decided to rearrange the furniture in my room because that would definitely be counted as strenous work. I nearly passed out cleaning but not a single bead of sweat. This was not working at all and I was just tiring myself out. But I continued anyway and I decided to sweep my floor. When I went to get my broom and vacuum in the kitchen, I knocked over the oil container on the floor. So oil was oozing out of the bottle. With haste, I stood it upright. This is what to do when you are in such a situation:
1) Drop your broom.
2) Keep as quiet as possible so that your mother doesn't hear you panicking.
3) Assess how much oil is on the floor.
4) Put on slippers so that your feet don't get oily.
5) Get your mop and rinse it.
6) Go to the disaster zone and start mopping. (don't get freaked out if the oil does not disappear immediately. It's not supposed to.)
7) Run to your toilet, rinse your mop.
8)Spray water at all the excess oil on the floor.
9) Get your second mop (if you don't have a second mop it's OK just rinse your first one and dry it) and go to the disaster area and dry your mess.
10) Spray air freshener on it so that it doesn't smell like an oil spill.
Sometimes, I think I am going to grow up and become a housewife.
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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