I NEED TO… ‘TEYH‘(å—²)

There’s a major flaw in the English language.

I have no idea how to define ‘teyh’. Claris had suggested that ‘teyh‘ = whines in an act cute a cute way.

Well, you know, with a pitch an octave higher than the normal speaking voice, frowning brows framing the bambi-eyes, throw in kiddish slight pout, not unlike how a kitten purrs for attention.

Yah, purr, not meow. Apparently, ‘meow’ is only applicable when ‘shiok‘.

Since the whiney one — Janice, had her BIG WHINE, it’s time for the sophisticated and elegant and poise ‘Teyh‘ one for her humongous purr.

I would very much like to justify how I am usually not ‘teyh’, but there are very much evil ones out there who would set me up and insist otherwise.

I am cool, calm, composed, and definitely not ‘teyh’.

But, I am down with flu, and feel the need to ‘teyh’ for some TLC.

Oh, gross post ahead. Be warned.

*PURR* – HEAVY HEAD
I couldn’t blog yesterday cos of the mega-headache that tormented me for 2 straight days.

I once remember there was once when I rested my head on a pal’s shoulder, he was mega-insensitive enough to tell me ‘Eh, your head very heavy.’

Such audacity!

I am sure if I had rested my head on his shoulder yesterday, I would have broke his shoulders.

I have decided heavy-headedness is much worse than light-headedness.

It felt as if someone was strumming some nerves on the right side of my head, tugging it, and nausea set in.

Ouchy. Very ouch. *pouts like a kid*

Sigh.

I couldn’t think straight.

I couldn’t walk straight.

PPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

When my head was feeling a tad too light over the weekend, I thought I had lost too much brain cells.

Apparently, they manifested themselves, which explains why my head is so heavy, and thus, no worries, I still have a lot to spare.

*PURR PURR* – *YAWN*
Who says the more you rest, the better you feel?

Bullshit.

I took pill after pill yesterday, and by the time I finally regain consciousness, it was *gasp* 7.15 in the evening!

The headache was still there, the body is still aching all over, the nose was still sprinting, and the lungs were still exhausted.

In fact, worse.

I would rather sleep 4 hours, be out and about, dance the night away, and get home in the morning.

I have more energy that way.

*PURR x 3* – MUSCLE ACHE
Ouch.

I woke up to find the calves tensed.

I cringed when I walked around the house cos I could feel the pull in my calves with every step I take.

Too much dancing and walking on heels.

The ache in my back is a combination of flu, PMS and intense exercising.

Or, signs of old age.

Thank God for the giant vibrator. OSIM ipamper, that is.

Gave myself a full body massage with it. Tsk tsk. I need a boyfriend, so I don’t have to contort my limbs just to reach my back with it.

Mmmmm…. Mmm…. *meows *purrrrrrrs*

*PURR x 4* – THE NOSE
Despite on Fedac, the nose stubbornly refuses to tame.

In fact, it got worse.

Dad was driving me to endorse my passport, and the nose started to drip.

Scrambled around to search for tissue, when I realised….. THERE’S NO BLARDY TISSUE IN MY DAD’S CAR!

How can don’t have tissue in the car one?!(Woops, bad sentence structure)

I ended up sniffing endlessly for 45 minutes, and -promise me you will still love me for who I am- I shrilled when I stared into the mirror and saw a trail of mucus down my nose.

Muahahaha.

Tell me you still think I am glam.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I was wearing a sleeveless singlet.

I exhausted 10 pieces of tissues when I finally got home.

That’s quite a lot to blow, ya know.

*Blow* *fold* *blow* *fold *blow* *fold* *blow* *fold* *wipe*

Repeat x 10.

*PURR x 5* – THE THROAT
The coughs wouldn’t cease, either.

Worse?

The phlegm thickens and I had to keep clearing my throat by rushing to the sink every few seconds to… well, you know…

*KAAAA PUIIIIIIII*

I couldn’t complete a sentence without going out of tune.

Since I couldn’t breathe with my nose, I could only rely on my mouth. But since the phlegm built up suddenly yesterday, I would end up choking myself when I tried to breathe through the mouth.

Has anyone ever choked on their own phlegm and died?

I certainly hope I won’t be the first.

*PURR x 6* – TIME OF THE MONTH
Being sick is bad enough.

I was losing so much fluid and was badly dehydrated.

THEN!

The blardy period had to start its flow right when I am feeling the worst.

Losing water and losing blood.

Man, I am dying. Fast.

*PURR x 7* – NO SEA, NO SUN, NO ACTION
I can’t believe how jinxed I am.

My supposed first wakeboarding trip was ruined by bad weather some months ago.

Janice and I were supposed to go for our first wakeboarding trip yesterday morning, but my monthly cycle greeted me at midnight, right on the day when we had made a date with Terry!

Grrrrrrr……….

Arghhhhhh………….

And it’s EARLY!

It has never came early, EVER!

And it had to ruin my wakeboard trip again… *pouts* *whines* *stomps feet*

Why like that?

Yes, I know there’s something called tampon, but I have totally no knowledge on the usage of it.

*Shudders at the thought*

*PURR x 8* – BLEEDING POUT
Great.

I have to bleed everywhere, huh.

Despite downing water consistently throughout the day, I am still badly dehydrated.

Results?

Badly chapped, and cracking lips.

A slight smile pulled the tightened skin, and fresh red blood sept through the slight slit.

OUCH.

Very ouch.

Now, its red, sore, and dry.

Anyone has any brilliant chapstick to recommend?

Chapped and rough lips are the least sexy to kiss, ya know?

I do not want to be that undesirable. *pouts sadly*

*PURR x 9* – THE RUNS
Nose dripping, bad enough.

Throw in the endless spits of phlegm. Argh.

Losing blood due to monthly cycle. Great.

And?!?!?!

I had to have tummy upset!

The rumbling in the tummy became immensely uncomfortable and I had to run to the loo. And I had the runs a few times since yesterday, and still am having the runs today.

WOE IS ME!

After being tormented by all the ailments for the past few days, I find my weight plunging, probably due to the loss of fluids.

Is it good news?

NOT!

I swear my boobs had shrunk by 40%. FORTY BLARDY FREAKING PERCENT!

Well done. The boobs but anywhere else.

Was losing water from the dripping nose.

Losing blood from the monthly cycle.

Great, I didn’t know I am losing milk too.

*PURR x 10* – IDIOTIC MSN CHATS
Argh.

*whines*

Why huh? Why are there such silly conversations on MSN huh?

If you don’t have anything nice, interesting, or sexually intellectually stimulating to say, DON’T start a conversation!

Okay, okay, this is only applicable to strangers, not friends, alright.

Some weeks ago, someone added me on MSN, saying that he reads my blog.

Since I was having a big anti-social mood, I blocked quite some people on my MSN list, cos I would end up being a real boring person to talk to if they decided to message me.

I unblocked this guy couple of days ago, and I couldn’t quite remember who he is.

He messaged me yesterday night.

Him: Hi, how are you doing.
Me: Not too bad
Him: What are you doing right now?
Me: *not really sure how to answer* Nothing much.
Him: What do you do when you are free?
Me: *rolled eyes and patronised* Sleep, house chores, blog, chill with friends, read.
Him: any pictures?

Okay, so, if he really does read my blog, isn’t it silly that he is asking for my pictures?

Don’t think that just because you manage to add me on ICQ or MSN means that I would take you as a personal friend and you have every right to thread over my comfort zone and ask me for my pictures.

And if I don’t oblige, don’t pester or pressure me into giving.

And when I don’t, don’t start throwing spiteful words like ‘you think you very pretty? You think you celebrity?‘

If I think I am, I would be whoring my pictures ALL OVER.

Which celebrity do you see covering up their faces one?!

Duh.

I said it before, it’s INSECURITIES. It’s not playing some sort of mysterious game, nor a gimmick.

I had someone posted my picture on some sleazy forums(which I personally despise) some years back, and I totally detest the mean things people said then.

I don’t like comparisons.

I don’t like scrutiny.

I don’t like people saying ‘chey‘ when they finally see me.

I don’t like people using my looks as a cue to mock at me.

DON’T try to talk me out of it or say whatever things like ‘You have nothing to feel insecure about what…‘

It’s in my head. If you can go inside and reprogram my thoughts and mentality, good.

But if you can’t, don’t try to think your words could do wonders, especially when you don’t know me well.

Oh, back to the conversation. Woops. Too much digression there.

Me: No.(hurhurhur, I am such a liar)
Him: You attached?

I didn’t bother to answer the last question.

I am always quite put off when people ask questions in such a manner. Sometimes, it’s not the questions that are annoying, but the way questions are put across.

Eek.

I think it’s PMS talking.

And and and! There are some people who like to throw in jibes to tease.

Well, there’s a difference between witty jibes and insensitive jibes.

When you are TRYING TOO HARD to be witty with your teases, your jibes become annoying and insensitive.

It just shows you don’t have the X-factor, at all.

Don’t ask me why. But we girls sometimes find it nice when some guys tease us, but not when some try to do so in bad taste.

How do we define the difference?

No idea. Just a feeling.

It’s not your fault. Cos some people have it, and some people simply, don’t.

It’s just like how some bullies in school who pull your pigtails for fun, and you could laugh it off or find it sweet, but some others who tried to pull the same stunt, would become annoyingly distasteful.

Bleah.

I have no idea what I am talking about either.

Do you?

If you get it, you would know what I mean. If you don’t, don’t try too hard either.

*PURR x 11* – NO ONE COMMENTS ON MY BLOG!
‘Nuff said.

*PURR x 12* – HOUSE CHORES NOT DONE!
Too groggy to sweep the floor, mop the floor.

Finally did my light laundry, though.

So, that left the dark laundry.

But, the weather is sucky that it’s not conducive for any laundry days.

The countless stuffs strewn all over the floor paint a depressing sight.

I need a husband.

***

Then again, I should count my blessings, too.

It was a great Tuesday. I met up with my dearest buddy, Jiali, for lunch today, and we had a nice, long chat.

I had my dose of peanut waffle too. *yay*

I lost weight.

I had 2 bars of chocolate everyday! *Yippee*

My headache is finally gone today!

Oh, and I finally blogged.

Whee!

*Skips around like a little girl*

Last but not least, good luck babe C, for her examinations tomorrow. Good luck babe G, for her interview.