ms stinky train commuter

i thought that one of the very very few perks of being sick is that you don't have to smell any bad stenches. WRONG. for the most part, i have not been able to smell or taste much in the past few days... anyway i dragged myself onto a train today to get to uni and had the misfortune of sitting next to a stinky person who i decided to call ms stinky train commuter according to my fb status. this person must either be very VERY smelly OR im getting better... and the answer is : SHE WAS VERY SMELLY cos I went through the rest of the day smelling absolutely SQUAT !

the day gets worse

As if i wasn't already feeling horrible enough, my mum would like to take my discomfort a notch further by force feeding me chinese herbal medicine. perhaps force feeding is the wrong term... while i stubbornly stand my ground refusing to take it, i cop a load of 'i will never do anything for you again!' 'i got up to make this for you and this is how you show your appreciation, by not drinking it?'
I'm sorry, you may have grown up in world where ailments were fixed with grass and tree branches and who knows what else but as i grew up in a western culture, i don't believe in taking herbal medication, which tastes like ASS. the human body has been designed so that we DONT drink stuff that TASTES LIKE ASS, because it's usually a sign that ITS POISONOUS. hmph >=/

for the third time this year.. scratch that... for the third time this winter, i find myself at home rather than stuck in lab on a weekday.. does it call for a jump in joy? well no... because any attempt to do so will probably render me dizzy and enhance the nausea... once again, john has passed his ickly germs on... and once again, he has managed to recover in the period of a few days while it takes me well over a week to get back on my feet.. figuratively...
spring is coming soon... i look forward to more days with blue skies... and im sure my immune system is looking forward to catching a break as well!
ps. if anyone reads this, im being held captive at home and have been force fed congeee for the past 2 days... pleaseee pleaseee bring me something else to eat that resembles food! congee is NOT food. it is a POOR excuse for rice and resembles SLOP. mmm cheeeseburger...

Dear future Maggie,

Your stomach would like to tell you, do not eat anymore spicy foods. While you do not water at the mouth and tear up like crazy upon first eating it, the aftermath is brutal...

uni, is filled with douchebags...

...apparently. it seems no matter what subject or course i find myself doing, there is always that one douchebag. At least. Always a guy... their flaws and idiosyncrasies amuse me to no end at times and drive me mad up the wall, frustrating the beejeebus out of me all other times.. And it isn't just me as others have plenty to vent about said persons.
This year i find myself with the privilege of meeting not one, not two, BUT three douches. two i rarely encounter (luckily!) but the other one... ooooh he's around all the time. in my face almost 8 hours, 5 days a week. teaching little kids for the past few years has pushed my patience at times but i've learnt to deal with it and remain calm... but this one guy really pushes the limits... not a week goes by that he hasn't done something to annoy me... it is probably not his intention, but at the same time i wonder how someone can be so thick-minded... there have been times where i can't bring myself to talk to him because i know he'll say or do something to make things worse than they already are... im counting down the weeks to that last day of honours... and then it's good bye, good riddance!

if i use my hands to block my ears real tight and shut my eyes real tight, i can pretend it's not happening... when im lucky, their raised voices fade into nothingness... an almost silence... if a shut my eyes, then no more tears can come out... there are times i need to hide under the blanket... and then there are the times when no amount of pressing or hiding can make it go away... i've come to realise that many among my parent's generation have not married for love... and more often than not, it has not worked out to be the best... i wish I had the courage to speak up... I wish I could make them see how trivial their spats are sometimes... something as trivial as buying too much of a particular grocery can escalate into a full fledge screaming match... i know not all marriages are the same blah blah blah but it really makes me wonder what's the point of marriage?

hair. in. food.

realised after eating 1/3.
did not know which one i was more disappointed by; that i hadn't realised sooner or later...