The Doctor slid his glasses down to the tip of his nose, and scanned my palms closely.
I almost thought he was palm reading me! I waited silently for the verdict, the seconds seem to creep by ever so slowly.
And then, still looking at my palms he said "Hmmm...Yes. You definitely have handfoot and mouth disease. Ah, but so what?"
It was like music to my ears. Coxsackie A virus is perfect for me. Not serious enough to kill me or cause me intense pain, but serious enough for me to get a 2day MC!
I like it.
You must know that it's rather unusual for an adult especially one as healthy as me, to contract a baby's disease! But, never say never. HFMD is highly contagious and usually spreads among babies and pre-schoolers. But if lucky, adults can get it too!
Before this, I had never been exposed to HFMD. But since I work in a Daycare, outbreaks like these are bound to happen.
It started with one baby. Unknown to us, it quickly spread to other babies and toddlers. It was like the plague!
I clearly remember saying to myself "Ah, adults can't get it" and then I went over to Annette who was quarantined (poor baby) and I gave her a few wet kisses to make her feel better.
2Days later I had to stay in bed the whole day because of a high fever.
It was painful for me to swallow. Itchy/painful blisters were forming on my palms and on my tongue. And if you came to near me, you might get it. So now I have to bum around at home. Sigh. It's tragic...
But really, it's not so bad. Think about the perks. Remember, I'm highly contagious. So call me, if you're feeling generous. A free meal is always hard to resist *wink*
It always starts with the pleasant 'How are you?' Followed by the 'ohmygosh, you're still as idiotic as ever. Never change'
Last night we sat down reminiscing about the good ol' A-Level Days & hurled insults at one another for 4 straight hours.
It was a good one.
You know it's a good one when you :
can remember all the stupid nicknames you gave each other
still call each other by those stupid nicknames
still turn around and say "Yes?" when someone yells "OI! YouWant?"(Tan Yu Wan. Yes I hate my Chinese name)
Two years ago in Redang (please dont ask me why Loo is standing like that. He is just a useless poser & likes himself very much. Nothing wrong with that) Last night in Subang. (why are Jas, Loo & HTian secretly scratching their crotches in MY picture??!)
"The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well."
I've just finished reading the final installment to the Harry Potter series- and I'm getting the post-book-syndrome.
You know, the feeling you get after you've journeyed through hundreds of pages and thousands of words and you finally reach the end?
After 7 great greaaaattttt books. It's ended. Just like that. It's surreal. Ok, I'm trying not to get emotional here.
When I read the last page, I turned it over twice to make sure that it was really the last page. And it really was!!!
You can't help but feel a little sad. I'm gonna miss good ol' Harry. Sigh.
Now, now you Holy-Harry-Haters out there. Don't curse me just yet. As much as I am an avid fan of JK Rowling's fantastic masterpiece, I do not by all means condone witchcraft. In fact I think some of the curses and symbolism of things are quite screwed up. But hate the idea, not the work!
Right...
Interestingly, 1 of the things I've noted in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is that it is definitely not reading material for children. Book7 is a far cry from Rowling's very first book.
I was taken aback when Mrs Weasley yelled at Bellatrix Lestrange "NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!"...and it was exactly like this, in caps! The book had alot of blood and gore. And even some parts about making out. EEEEEKKK!!
Maybe the plot's become more complex and hence the need to include non-children material?
Or just maybe she's succumbed to the fact that most of her readers aren't children anyway? That's quite disappointing to know, since she first set out writing Harry Potter as a children's book series.
But it's ok. Doesn't affect me because I'm adult. HAH!
If you haven't read it, u simply must! Don't bother watching the movies. Never does the book justice. There's nothing like flipping the pages and watching the scenes unfold in your minds eye.
Well, I'm off to bed for now. I've been coughing incessantly. And I've also discovered that cough mixture is indeed addictive and it helps me sleep snugly. I like. yummmm...
Toodles (gosh, toodles? I never say toodles. yuck)
There's been something that's been bugging me ever since I knew how to be vain.
It's. My. Leg. Hair.
My legs aren't 'hairy' per se, it's just...you know, on-the-hairy-side. You can live with it. But if you can live without it, even better!
In high school, while my friends were busy waxing and shaving- I made a promise to myself to never touch my leg hair. So I did. I let them grow, and grow and grow.
I had a plantation! And all was good, until one day- my leg hair started to lose it's appeal. I didn't like my on-the-hairy-side-legs anymore. Leg hair made me feel manly.
I yearned to be like all the other girls with smooth, polished legs. Somehow, leg hair didn't seem so cool.
I'd like to think of it as- growing up. That's what happens to you when you turn 21 right? Great Revelations dawn upon you every other day.
So I marched out, and into Watson's and did what a real woman would do! After some consultation from cousin Cindy, I decided to go for painless & easy. The Cowards Cream.
It was my first time. So I wanted to make sure I didnt screw up. I got abit obsessive and read and re-read the instructions making sure I didnt miss any fine print.
The whole process was pretty straight forward. Apply, leave on, step into shower, sponge off.
I'm quite surprised that it actually works. I must admit I was pretty skeptical. But take a look, and you be the judge.(p/s: I'm sorry my on-the-hairy-side-legs are so disgusting. I had to put it up for proof! )
Now, I'm 1 step closer to a Woman. *contented sigh*
I'm starting to get annoyed with myself for being so absent minded lately.
This is not really something I am usually famous for, but somehow things are starting to slip my mind. I can think about something now, make a mental note to remember it, and forget what it was 2minutes later!
Anyway, tonight my car couldn't start. Again. Because for the 2nd time in 2months I left my headlights on. Again.
The first time that happened I freaked out because I had absolutely no clue of what you're supposed to do. But I guess now, you could say I'm abit more seasoned since I KEEP DOING IT.
Thank God tcs was with me, so I could just be lazy and play damsel in distress. There was a kind uncle nearby who helped us jumpstart my car. Phew...
But it's the just the hassle of having to find someone to help you with the jumpstart and all that, plbthhh....
I think I let too many things occupy my mind at one time. Maybe I should only allow myself to think about one thing at once.
Like instead of thinking Am I late?Where's my phone?Remember parking lot A42. Where's the parking ticket?...
I should think
Am I late? Yes/No
Remember parking lot A42. Ok, A42. A42. A42. A42
Where's my phone?In my bag/on the car seat/in my pocket
Where's the parking ticket?In my bag/on the car seat/in my pocket
I realize that my mind can't really multitask. That's a horrible thing to realize isn't it?
Maybe my mind is like a sponge, it can only absorb water.
