Now, wait a sec

... What?!

And...

WHY IN THE BLOODY HELL DID I HAVE TO BE ALLERGIC TO PAINKILLERS?!?!?!???!

...

Well.



I made a new friend over six months ago. For privacy reasons, I shall call her Abby Seis*.

Our bond grew with each passing moment, and was apparent as she continued increasing in size due to the time we spent together.

Month by month, she swelled. Grew rounder...



Yet I knew it wasn't right.

And though we have been together for so long, I often felt discomfort with her around.

I have tried hiding her, but to no avail.

She kept increasing in size...

Hindering me from normal activities.

Becoming an eyesore to some who noticed.



This afternoon, I took the painful decision to bring her along with me to the only group of people who could remove her presence from my sight, and sever our bond once and for all.

I felt so, very numb as she was distanced from me...

It pained me so badly that I can't even look at her as we separated.



I am now bereft of her companionship, with only stitches and a huge gauzed mess left as the reminder of our time together.

Goodbye, Abby Seis. You are sorely missed...




Literally.



*Not its real name.

Where's the Nearest Trattoria?

FETTUCINE!

So the past few days since I retrieved my most useful, multi-socketed-multi-plug extension cord from my other aunt's house saw me going through a lot of DORAMA. It's turned me back into the Nightstalker that I was. Not that waking up early is an option here, even when I decide to turn in early. It's like a curse; I don't feel comfortable venturing out of my room, especially to get food. Even though they don't really mind that I'm contributing a lot to minimize wastage of food on their behalf. Sadly, being naturally inclined to have a variety of food in vast quantities, I found their stocks too dismal for my liking, despite the awesome hospitality (and ACed room, a Godsend in this hot and sweaty climate).

But back to the dorama.

I started watching Kurosagi. Got distracted at second or third episode. Watched Bambino yesterday night and finished the whole series early today, the proceedings of which accounted for my bedtime of 6 00 in the morning. I then got up to fulfil my duties, went back to bed and was woken up by my Grandmother on the phone about fifteen minutes shy of ten o'clock. Apparently my adorable baby cousin needed some remedies from the village people to cure his 'ailment', and she was adamant that it was a total emergency and that she needed to return with him and Grandfather before noon to get him there in time.

Oh really? I never knew babies with fever and a sore throat required special healing practices at the countryside to cure them... What ever happened to good ol' 'Plenty of rest, liquids and take your medications precisely as indicated?'

I snored her away; unfortunately not before she got a few words in on that.

DOLCE!

An hour or so later I got a call from a good friend who was terribly helpful in getting all sorts of written documents for me from my *past* university. I woke up a bit more whilst talking to her. As soon as she hung up to return to her class, my consciousness evaded me and I sunk back into Dreamland.

The shrill ringtone on my primitive cell jolted me awake from fluffy candy clouds to a call from an aunt from Mom's side, and in our conversation concluded that I was saved from renewing my L license from scratch, at least for the next 3 months. But I have an exam next week, which means I can't go back in the near future to get this whole 'driving thing' over with as soon as I
would like it to be.

Ah, phooey.

PESCATORA!

I need to watch more dorama. With an exam coming up, possibly another driving exam following shortly afterwards and then the entry to a new episode of Uni life, right now all I can think about is escaping reality and enjoying other people's elaborate (acted) lives on screen.

What a masochist.

However, watching Bambino had its advantages. I picked up on a few more Japanese words and Italian ones. YUMMY Italian ones.

Ano...

Eto...

... Seen them anywhere?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

To my little sister who turned 10 a day ago, and still remains the most responsible out of us all. You're a real diamond!

I <3 you mucho!

Random Listy Update!

~Nickelodeon made a show combining Jimmy Neutron and Fairly Odd Parents and it was kickass! Timmy and Cosmo look really weird as 3D characters though =P

~I might be getting my license soon. In advance, I'd like to say I pity my future driving instructor for the torture he'll have to put up with.

~Currently, I am craving these food(s?):

• Cream puffs (like the ones you get from Beard Papa. Is that of one word or two words' length?)
• Beef Yakiniku from Sushi King, and the other sushis and set meals I had there
• Cheesecakes from Secret Recipe

~I watched Zettai Kareshi yesterday, and finished the whole series in about 7/8 hours straight, stopping only for toilet breaks and the occasional summons from my aunt. I don't think I'll be reviewing it, since there are other great reviews on it hovering around the Web but it was definitely a unique J-Drama (or any kind of drama for that matter) and the acting was great! It's worth a watch and starts getting cliffy nearly halfway.

~Got my 3rd marriage proposal recently. Gotta love my flirty friends.

~Wondering... Who's Bob Dylan?

~Got in contact again with my BFF from AD! Loving it; started contacting other friends as well.

~Realized that one of my online buddies is a genius who memorized pi to the 640th power. I always knew he was smart, but...!

~Started reading Robin Hobb's book Renegade Magic during my late mornings, when I can barely get out of bed. Barely made it past 50 pages after two days. Brilliant writing, but not really my cup of tea. Maybe it's too early to tell?

~Sepulchre by Kate Mosse (not the model...) is quite a good read, albeit too smart. I should've had a dictionary in hand while reading it. Kudos to the writer for her amazing usage of English words... and French. And her imagination, of course.

~I miss that kiddy book I read before leaving RT... Charlie's Nightmare? A Nightmare Academy book, which I'm pretty sure will be/is already a series.

~Did my mental development halt when I was 11 years old?

~The Shichida Method... *shudders*

The Phone Call from Raudhah...

Dad just called me from Madinah, and now I've got tears in my eyes.

When did he get so... aged? So fragile, sensitive? When did he start giving into sorrow so easily?

It felt like yesterday when we considered him the strictest father alive, with the whole 'botol kicap' incident and 'double punishment'- one for little bro, one for me- whenever lil bro failed to learn something with me. Though his strict demeanor can never be abolished by even half of what it was a decade ago, he has become much calmer, more tolerant; and now I feel like a spoilt brat.

It's funny how sad he makes me when he's not yelling or giving me harsh advice. Gentle words of advice, and well-wishes; reminders of how much they love me and hope I do better; dhu'a for my success... Those touch me more than a slap that can propel me ten feet backwards.

When we were much, much younger, we used to think our father got mad at our failures because he doesn't care.

When we were much, much, younger, we used to think his punishments towards our ill behaviour were purely mean.

When we were much,much younger, we used to think that he didn't love us enough to keep himself from scolding and punishing us with stricter means than the other dads...

And now we're older.

I'm older.

And I understand now that nothing could change how my father shows his love towards his cherished, beloved children, and the sacrifices he's made for us.

I understand now that though other dads may have never laid a hand on their children to correct them, it would probably not be best for the bunch of innately, slightly stubborn children that we were- that I definitely was. Am. Ever so slightly.

I understand now what it means when I first heard the words 'We punish you because we love you...'

I've never gone through a more emotional period in my whole life.