I think that is what the pills have made me. I woke up this morning, still as groggy as ever but still I showered and then made my way to work. I figured my supervisor saw that I looked like a whole lot of crap so she told me to get another day's mc and so I did. I couldn't even stand without leaning onto the wall, much less serve a customer and sort out wretched receipts. The doctor was kind enough to waive off consultation fees and charged me only for the pills for inflammation of the throat. Right now, whenever I get up from lying down, I just want to put my head back down and never wake up. It feels awful.

The little girl in me wanted to watch cinderella so badly that I decided to put it on. So I sat through about an hour and a half. I think I have a relish for classic fairy tales simply because I'd often find myself absorbed in the lives of the main characters and like them, I could use a bit of a carefree life and sing "a dream is a wish your heart makes" all day long. Fortunately for them, that's life everyday while I, we, can only imagine. yeap. The sweet albeit shortlived cinderella experience was truly a moment I'd take time to luxuriate in. But alas, it's not everyday that I fall sick and get to lie in bed. Boy, I'll flip if I were given the opportunity to watch cinderella over and over.

I don't understand why I even chose to talk about cinderella in this entry. It could be that I've ran out of things. I feel so uninspired. Okay, but since when was I gushing with ideas and good storylines? gee.

Anyways, given that time was hanging heavy on my hands, I decided to do a bit of bloghopping. I'd usually drop by my friends' blogs and get a glimpse of what have they been up to. You know, did they get laid over the weekend, how many boogers have they flicked at random people, how many books have they completed in a week, yadayadayada... the usual. But tonight, I thought that it would be interesting to see what's in a life of a secondary school kid, now that I'm way past that. Being a teenager always full of angst myself, I can understand why some of them are into the teenage-rebellion stint. But what I don't get is why we are so angry all the time. Why do we put things into a perspective such that all the burden in the world have been entrusted upon our shoulders? Why do we have to see things in such a way that it seems like there's no way out? Why do we always feel that parents don't quite get us, that they will never come to terms with teenagers and growing up? Surely they must have an inkling of what is it that we're going through. Afterall, they weren't brought into this world as they are now.

Then, why have things gotten so complicated? Why eh?

The things unravelled in one blog. of an individual. Okay, in this case, it's not quite unravelled. Everything else remains pretty much baffling. At least to me it is.

I'm the last person any teen in his/her pre-pubescent age should come to for advice but in any case, here's very cliched one:

when life gives you shit, make lemonade out of it. And in any relationship (assuming this is the boy-girl relationship we're talking about), in the event of a major quarrel, both parties will want to talk but none will want to listen. Well, you don't have to be either party. Just think. Think and you won't have to get into a squabble with a boy/girl. If you're too dumb too decipher any of the above, I meant to say JUST BE SINGLE. Your adolescence is too short for you to be worrying about "is he going to break up with me?", "is she cheating on me?", "what am I going to get her for our 6th month?" and all that jazz. Forget all that and chances are, you'll have a more fulfilling life and a promising future. More importantly though, you'll find that family and friends are all that matter. Besides, you don't need another half to make or validate you.

haha. what a load of bull. There is no guarantee that your life is going to be all bubblegummy and happily-ever-after if you heed my words. But really, there's no harm trying. hehhh.

Sebenarnya, the entire entry is pointless. I was just ranting on and on to kill time. So that by the time I'm done blabbering, I'd be sleepy enough to hit the sack. Anyone who's sane enough would know better than to actually heed my advice. I wouldn't even call it advice in the first place. It's just a load of word vomit.

I can't believe I'm sick.

No one actually came and brought me flowers/fruits (take your pick). *sniffles*cough*sniffles*

Okay, aku dah penat. Aku dah mati kutu, tak tahu apa lagi yang patut diceritakan.