to avoid queasiness,
refrain from having a stick or
any other device up your arse
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Pure nothingness. School has been nothing but a frantic rush. Time is ticking away so quickly that every moment counts. But this weekend saw everything coming to a sudden halt. I woke up on saturday morning with an agonising cramp. I couldn't get up to even feed myself. I slept so much that each time I got up to go to the kitchen, my head felt as though it has been anchored down by an ultra-huge rock. And by the time I wanted to get back to bed, I felt feverish. My body is weird. Woke up this morning with cramps, again. So again, I did nothing. But it was very, very boring. I could have almost died. Death by inertia.
But Friday wasn't so bad. My family and I made our way to geylang. As expected, the place was sardine-packed. We were there on the pretext, okay no, we were really there to look for Nana's baju and of course, some food to munch on. We searched high and low but none were to her liking. She saw a few, tried them on but she had to see a flaw in the baju. For instance, she thought that this one baju was too heavy and she felt uncomfortable and this other baju had poor workmanship. I was tired, thirsty with my armpits sweating buckets and was starting to get very agitated with people who probably left their brains at home. I don't mean to be a brat but who in the right mind would push their child in a pram amidst a freaking crowded place with makcik-makcik, kakak-kakak, adik-adik yang tengah perah otak nak pilih baju mana yang harus dibeli.
I was like a mad woman mumbling to myself. But my frustration was soon allayed right after I gulped down slurpee (which I think was the cause of the cramps) and munched on the sour skittles and deng deng. Sungguh menjanjikan. While waiting for baba's friend to arrive, we sat by the walkway (the likes of anak terbiar) and entertained ourselves by singing to our favourite old tunes. I think it was more like croaking because it drizzled soon after that. Baba's friend arrived after what seemed like forever. We buckled up and we were on our way home. Or so we thought. They stopped at some parking lot so that baba could take over and continue the journey home. Yes people, Alhamdulillah, my father has finally obtained a driving license. The man who claimed that he's afraid to get behind the wheel obtained a driving license and drove all of us safely from paya lebar to home at long hill. I can't deny that I was pretty tensed up behind the driver's seat. I anticipated our arrival at our destination with bated breaths. But what can I say, I was impressed that the ride was smooth.
Hooookay. In about an hour's time, the weekend will be over and then it's back to school. I know I shouldn't be fussing about this but what do you know, I still haven't quite made up my mind about what I'm going to wear on Friday. Yes, I know. I ought to be slapped in head for being so fickle. Okay, so tell me people. Should I go for multi-culturalist or the wanita-melayu terakhir look?
Kwinella @ 10:55 PM!
