it was a fun day in school. minus the front part, that is. okay, so i woke up late. and missed the 2nd lecture. 2ND LECTURE?? -screams. yesyes, i know. carisa called me at 8.34am telling me that she just woke up. i was like, shit, im still in bed! but heck, i planned to skip it anyways.

and i thought i could wake up like, at 10am later in the morning. i'll still be late to catch the train and rush to school because lecture starts at 11am and i was just zonked out! i couldnt help but to continue sleeping til nikki called.. at 10.48am! oh fuck, i know i was going to be late.

but i didnt care, la. and i thought i could rush to school just in time to get my attendance ticked, fooling bella, the lecturer. but dangs, she purposely ended lecture early and by the time i reached school, nikki and carisa were HALFWAY through lunch. pfft.

but it's okay. i didnt sleep the whole night, last monday morning. i just cant sleep. insomia! -screams (again). what the heck, it was soo irritating la. and that's when i got the time to edit pictures. haha, so much for 'supposed-to-be-working-on-my-bloody-ICA'. eeeks! i swear im never going to touch on it til the rest of them have completed it and leave it to me to finalise! -arghs.

and clinical today was fun. (: oh hell yea. we learnt about urosheath catheterisation-slash-condom catheterisation. hah, of course, i got shushed by fana to tell me to shut my trap because she knew what was on my mind, the moment joelle told us today's clinical agenda.

hoho.

one of my groupmates were totally shunned by the practice of catheterising the patient just now. yes, you guessed it right. she's a PRC - go figure that bit out yourself - and i wasnt shocked at all. i knew she was going to -the very least- comment on our misbehaviour with the poor manequin's dick penis. but she totally shunned herself.

it was weird at first, because everyone was having fun. c'mon, christina removed the stomach and took out the intestines and kidney of the manequin and throwed across the room to me. at first i was like, what the fuck? but then, i made her throw more organs. hahaha, it was awesome la. ..oh? and joelle? she was in the sluice room. a.k.a the shit room.

and i think ive got the weirdest of dreams last night? haha, i dreamt that ema was riding her boyfriend's bike instead of hers? and that i found two branded and new phones by the drain. and one of them belonged to dee. but i was like, "phones! ..uhh? dee's? pfft. it's mine, anyways." hahahaha.


and i just couldnt stop sleeping la, i was so fucking tired! like, helluva tired. so damn tired. totally drained. i think it was because of my insomia? and frisbee training, too. but i felt that yesterday's training was the slackest of all! because while everyone else came at 6.30pm latest, i arrived at 7pm. (thanks to ee dzhu) so, the only physical thing i did was the two-rounds that i ran for warming up. other than that? hahaha, drooling at guys, i guess? heh heh. joke.





i didnt even enjoyed the training, man. and i barely TOUCHED the disc. oh right, and before the game? me, carisa and nikki left. hah, them; to do ICA. me; to faster go home and SLEEP. which i didnt, of course. planned to go grandmama's place to massage my arms for me, but mom didnt tell her about it, so yeahhs.


ahh, my arms you asked? hahaha. i fell while blading (incline skating) at the empty carpark space with uncle boy and nadia last sunday. SUCK, i tell you! i fell twice.. ONLY, okay sharul. hahaha. =P the first time i fell was when i tried to practice my turns like the short, sharp turns. but i fucking lost balance and fell ON MY TAILBONE! and that's no fun. second time was worst. i was blading to nadia and there's this THING on the floor that i fucking tripped on which landed me right on my end of spine, near the previous spot and totally cracked up my back AND twisting my wrist.

fuck! yes, fuck.


it was awwwwful! i was in gruesome pain that we all were sent packing home. HAHA, and uncle boy was like, "eh, nurse casualty ah?" and i was like, "hello? im in enough pain physically AND emotionally already, okay?" and he was like, "okay.. joke." hahaha. he had better. or else, imma throw his blades out la. and he actually gave (okay, lend me. JUST lend) me the speed blades! i was like, it's been bloody years since i bladed?! but dad kept pushing me and said i could blade. so, THERE GOES.


oh, and uncle boy changed his rollers to speed rollers. i was like, DAMN YOU! hahaha. okay, i wished i could say that la. but hell, the thrill was cool. super madness. (: i loved his blades instantly! maybe i can call ang jia yi up to blade with me! hoho, he's a professional at it, im sure he can coach me some skills. =D


SO TODAY, i went to grandmama's place to massage my arms. UNFORTUNATELY, she massaged one side only. my right arm, which apparently, was the terribly painful one. i guess she was tired la. haha, im so mean. everytime hop by her place just to ask for a massage. other than that? nothing else. hahaha. meanie me. i shall drop by more often! for free food, this time! x)





oh, and you know what's the best for today? watching soccer with my parents. NONO, that's not the best part yet. the best part was?





BRASIL WON GHANA 3-0! HELL YEA MAN!!

oh shit, what could be more BEST than this? with my fatman ronaldo (wow, he's grown so fucking fat now) and his samba style, dribbling the ball so perfectly, fooling ghana's goalkeeper and digged the ball straight into the goalpost milli-seconds before the ghana player tackled away the ball from him, TELL ME WHAT COULD BE MORE SATISFYING THAN YOUR BLOODY/SORROW/TERRIBLY BAD DAY?


ans: NOTHING!

bloody hell, it was in the fourth minute and forty six seconds and he just dug the ball right smack into the GOALPOST! i swear i couldve kissed his ass for scoring that bloody goal. it was soooo pretty, so beautiful. i'd do anything to get his fatTUMMY/ass/man right next to me, DUDE! fucking shit. im so happy! (:


the first person i sms-ed after the whole match was? sharul. hahaha. i dont know why? prolly at that time, the only number i memorised was his and i just couldnt contain my freaking happiness. after that post-happiness, i sms-ed hafiz. but he didnt reply. damn, he couldnt be sleeping! HIS IDOL FREAKING SCORED THE FIRST GOAL FOR BRASIL, MAN! hohoho. iloveRONALDO. that bloody fatman of mine. :D i'll dream about you tonight!


and the next match - france vs spain. match's at 3am. it's 2.20am now, as i update this blog. i dont know if i should catch it. i might, though. considering zidane is in it, playing for france. but i dont know, prolly i wont too. hahaha, brasil's triumph is enough for me to consider world cup's over. HAHAHA, okay maybe just for tonight. (: wheeeeeee.


and for the match later? i hope it'll score 2-1. of course, with france winning the match. henry's playing in it, too you know! hahaha. that arsenal-ass. ohmygosh, i just realised my soccer favourites matches hafiz's. hoho! hey, we're not siblings for nothing! haha, siblings of different parents. beat that. ((:


for now? i guess i'll go do something, if not turn in. yepps.

and btw, ive finished Janet Dailey's "Rivals". it was awesome, the ending. cool. Flame and Chance were finally back together and decided that they should drop Morgan's Walk. they realised their lives were far more important than what they're going for, to spite each other - revenge. and i think the whole ending was sooo cool, i just think reading it one more time won't hurt. (: the current book im reading now suck, anyways.

im going to switch to Stephen White's "Manner of death" soon. it's going to be about detectives and sorts. i hope it's going to be cool, like really cool. just like brasil's match tonight. awwesomme. :))


oh? and.. yes, it really hurts sitting next to someone you know you cant have.
painful, isnt it? quoted from lela.


nights,
`Bee.