Saturday, June 18, 2005

chong chu jiang hu!

ah ha! nice and bright morning. (first time in 4 days!)

been a weepy creepy hermit in the past (4 x 24 hrs -- go do e math... i'm not recovered enough to deal with numbers yet haha) and finally, when i woke up this morning...

... all seemed well again! wow. so i'm quasihealed and fully squealed, cos when i discovered that i felt so much better today compared to e last few dark glum-miness days i decided to demonstrate how elated i am by issuing a Olivia-calibre squeal.

think i heard e ahemahem aunty on e 5th floor suddenly stop aheaheming to try to crane her stubby neck in e 7th floor direction to see who's struck 4D at 7.12am in the freaky cold morning. :D

ah see???? THIS is what i mean by i'm myself again.

i would like to accolad-ify by HUDDLECLIQUE, without whom i would still be a weepy creepy bottom feeder mulching around my house in short grunts and occasionally emitting a frustrated eeep.
also miss-es jessica quek, who never comes online so she'll have to be thanked by sms again, linli (miss counsellor and doctor and "oh my god you better go and sit down and call ur dr. and how many times alr??? 573?????"), cherie chan, regina tan (she who resilently stuck with my death threats at 11+ pm :) sorry dear), denise (be strong my little marshmellow! LITTLE???????), tan jiaqi, jenny kwee, pan huiting and (mr) thum jl.

dah. see what i mean by 80% of the friends population chucks you when you have diabetes (mistaken to be ebola cum hair loss i suppose :D) so 8% of those nice chums sticks by you as you cry and rant and the remaining 2% decide to go to the bahamas for a brief emergency holiday. :)

oh. and now that i'm tootling along this pebble-strewn path of recovery i shall vouch to take better care of this rotten piece of squamous and cuboidal and columnar cell cluster before something else breaks down again and i'll be forced to go back to those mulchy grouchy weepy creepy days. :D so that means i will have to stick a cardboard sign on my forehead to remind myself that i have hyper this and hyper that. (how come i don't have hyper-cranial-matter??? how come????) :)

mmm. and also trying to get used to the concept of 7 pills a day for the rest of my accursed life, which will increase as i age since hypertension only tracks a downhill path and i'm already on minimum metformin. *shrieks hysterically thinking of the hepatic cirrhosis and diabetic retinopathy at age 30* SNEC says that 60% of diabetics have some extent of retinopathy within 15 years of onset. meaning i may be blind by 30. or groping up my male colleagues' underpants by MISTAKE. MISTAKE, i emphasize. :D and trying not to collapse again like s***ified patrick in spongebob squarepants cos i've already done that TWICE since starting on that *gets held back forcibly by guards as i flail arms wildly and scream while spewing spittle* drug. :D

life will be different, man. *sighs and leans back to sample cold beer on my verandah*

no la. i'm a teetotaller. anyway kn has been glorifying my horrendously drunk and shameless jokes on her blog. i wonder if i've been banned from entering aiwo (this funny veg rest in raffles city that replaced PONDEROSA, OMG!) for life after the series of darned unfunny jokes, raucous guffaws and eventual unable-ness to pay up cos they don't take NETS. they must think i'm drunk. and they'd be half right. i mean, i hadn't SMILED in 2 days, for freak's sake.

yeah. back to the grinding monotony of odious revision. vow to finish econs today and start on freaking bio or else there isn't going to be a chance in freeze-fried hell that i'll pass the imminent blocks. :) so much to do, so little time. :D

TML's HEADLINES: "diabetic patient goes spectacularly clear off the edge of sanity after attempting to revise econs only 4 days after being told she can't take mountain dew whenever she wants to anymore -- special report by Tan NANA (HOME p5)"