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Excuse me for my plagiarism, for I have stolen your blog line for my title. Humble apologies. So friends/minions/acquaintances/people/netizens, I am officially post-stoked from sickness. (fever and slightly sprained left calf? ankle? you tell me) Lo and behold! I have experienced near-to-death experiences... (exaggerating indeed) (a) I was literally half blind (this is the TRUTH) for 2 hours! I felt as I was in hell...2 gruelling hours trying to get back what I lost, and finally I am saved...with an extra red panda eye and contact lens stuck inside it. (with a lot of mucus surrounding the eye, if you dig what I mean) Makes my face grew more unproportional (when it is already crooked) and...downright gruesome. So for the sake of beauty (or pride) I for once abandoned my contacts and wore specs the whole day...publicly! (mind you it is a big deal for the specs is humungous, (ye besar) unpropotional, weird, freaky, (ok I'm running out of adjectives here) so you get my point. Which I think I exaggerated. Again. Yesterday..ahh yesterday was the SAJA day. (no it's not sahaja you have to be advanced enough to know what is it in English) After I picked up a few story books (few Austens, Picoult's, Kinsella's and Murakami's) and study bibles from the bookstore, ran to Cineleisure to catch Twilight. It was hard as I was sheperding the relatives (good lord how small their bladder is) and how tickled am I to see that they get really tired after only a few hours stroll. (good grieve it's just 3 malls...imagine if we would've gone somewhere bigger) How boiled I was to not be able to get what I wanted..(thanks to their bladder) but dissapointment seems to go ease on me. I'm cool.

Oh wait, the whole point is, when I got back...nosebleed I had.

Mind you wasn't the usual stress nosebleed..mine was unique. Maybe mine should be called as noseoil? noseoilybleed? because oil came out from my nose...followed by few mgs of blood. That sounds gory..but it shouldn't be a problem, shouldn't it? The fact that my body seems to fail recuperating by itself amuses me...I get sicker day by day. And again, the time of the month came but I fail to sense whether it is the time or..it is only a false alarm? Advises have been seeked, questions have been answered...it seems that I am having the time of the month, but my heart fails to prove the statement. Whichever it was.
Again, my point is..I'm not healthy.
I have come to many conclusions and ideas of me being sick and wary. Thoughts agree well with the presence of them. Them = blood relatives. How strangling and evidently barbaric to have them staying at my lovely cottage. (clean and primmed by my mom) Obviously they don't eat people...you silly birds, I know you are having thoughts of that. Shortly then I launched my ass at the Perfection...thank god I have a place to make my refuge and avoid them. (ah the good life) Good things do happen. Patience is growing thin on me for I am deadly eager to get my Alexa Chung haircut this Monday (bless me Allah!) and getting my right ear cup and left ear (beside the normal place) pierced. Then...waiting to get my hands on the bombing earthly skimmers (omg!) and well maybe.. a few goodies (gigles..) who knows. Haha. What surprises me is that I really did buy that so-called-an-IT mag (which I find it as a really dumb read, though frostily biting as well) but hey (!) I managed to get inspirations and new cravings. Obviously it got my cousins staring at it like a hawk (probably spitting out inside their minds, I for one, doesnt care) Here's what I wanted and I could get it (well my aunt is still in America, much to her promises)

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