Tuesday, January 10, 2006
random ramblings

i wrote a nice long paragraph about how anal i am about things like noise and crowds and great gaggles of giggling girls (i love alliteration) yesterday, before i dropped my mouse and it stopped working. well it was only half spoilt, but i got pissed off and threw it across the room, which made it stop working completely. somehow my father fixed it this afternoon, though. anyway i can't really remember what i was whinging on about, except that mari said i'm anal during lit lect yesterday. are you considered anal if spaces before question marks disturb you? now that i think about it, i really am quite anal about some things. like how the threads of my cross stitch must always point in the same direction so it looks smooth in the light. hmm.

it also turns out that i'm allergic to the one thing i love. okay i exaggerate, i love more than one thing, but it's true, i'm allergic to page. i found out last year while helping out at the pakistan relief thing that i'm allergic to dust, but i never thought my inability to smell anything, coupled with my slight breathing problems might have anything to do with my beloved hamster. my mother said rather triumphantly, ' i told you not to keep her in your room!' and promptly broke both our hearts. page is now outside my room, where she is free to shed as much fur as she likes. but i'm still determined to have a dog when i grow up. what's a slight allergy anyway? it hasn't affected my quality of life that much - it's nice to walk past stench (by this i mean sweaty tchs / hc guys) and not notice. the doctor insisted on giving me medication though. i refused to take the nasal spray. i bet it costs more than we can afford. as it is, i suspect i'm allergic to my allergy medicine. how ironic. either that, or it's too strong. the second dose nearly knocked me out, and i've been all migraine-y and nauseous and tingly ever since. with my kind of luck, i'll probably end up fainting during pe tomorrow, or doing a merlion. i wish i could weasel out of pe, but there would go my new year resolution.

i want to learn to play the harmonica. i tried the guitar two years ago, but my one-octave hands were pretty useless. the harmonica is a logical alternative, as it's even smaller and lighter. i confess to fantasies of sitting on a rock facing the sunset, with the orange and red glow all around, playing romance d'amour. the original fantasy involved romance d'amour on the guitar, the crashing waves, my faithful (and non-existent) dog and lots of stars in the night sky. i curse my one-octave hands. anyway i figured if i went to a developing country, i would miss music the most after books, so a handy harmonica might solve that slight problem.

i realise i ramble a lot. my apologies?

by the way, happy birthday, siti! and selamat hari raya haji! yay!!! hahaha. you're eighteen. i know you're still delusional about your grand old age, but the truth will sink in eventually - like when you watch your first m18 movie. you're officially the oldest sheep i have ever known. then again, i don't know any other sheep.
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