Thursday, April 03, 2008

is there a doctor in the house?

nothing to say?

no, dear, i have something to say and much to write. but i'm feeling nauseous and my neck is tight. i feel nauseous thinking of blogging. i feel nauseous picking up a book to read. i feel nauseous thinking of my nausea. i feel nauseos thinking. for those geniuses whose lightbulb just lit above their head, i am not pregnant. something is wrong, but i can't pinpoint it. there seems to be a headache somewhere inside my brain, but not quite. maybe it's too much computer games and not enough fresh air. maybe it's too much korean series and not enough exercise.

maybe, tomorrow.

9 comments:

Las montaƱas said...

Please turn off the power to your laptop/computer. Then proceed to cut the power cable in 2.

Thats it.

Now pack your bags and proceed to a 5 days retreat in genting and do nothing but daily walks and spas.

seefei said...

LM's idea is good. a short trip sure will recharge the battery.

...or come to lil dot lah. makan on me, ok?

Anonymous said...

pregnant? that would be too easy to diagnose - even the guy at the McD counter could have told you that.

i agree with LM but i would go further to say that you should leave your hubby at the office & kids with the in-laws & go vacation on your own.

if you return feeling better, you'd know who caused your malady.

the doctor has spoken.

Anonymous said...

yes u do need a good break so come down to melbourne again, i'm sure u won't be sick this time.

zewt said...

clearly... you're suffering from children-not-in-the-house syndromme.

Cocka Doodle said...

Open your mouth and say 'oink'.
Ok, take 2 aspirins and call me in the morning.

Anonymous said...

I'd told you before.
The answer can be found within.

Annie said...

Every time I visit your blog, I think I have to do my laundry. It's that guilty that plagues me when I come here.

I like Monty's idea of a vacation. It seems as though we're all going through a blog recession these past months. I'm thinking it's a Winter thang.

me said...

dear monty: cut my lifeline to u ppl out there??!!! who will i talk crap to?? how will i maintain my sanity?? i love the idea of retreats and spas though, massages 24/7, endless beaches....i'm dying to go. just hv to wait for the right time.

dear seefei: i wan prawn mee. and mee poke. and chilli crab. and hainanese chicken rice. and that golden fried rice. and and that japanese soba thingy in promenade. and..and...mee siam. and..*drools*

dear e: they give medical consultancy over the counter at McD now?? wow!!! *grins*

what a wonderful idea!! but taking a wild guess, i think i'll be feeling guilty, bored and lost. it's ok if they abandon me and then i go do my own things. but for me to abandon them...how can i live with the guilt! the restlessness! the crime!! dramatic or not? haha. if i leave and feel better, how do u propose i permanently get rid of the source of my malady??

dear wuchy: everytime i leave this country, i fall sick *pout* it's called 'holiday sickness'. it's terminal.

dear zewt: are u kidding?? it's the only time i can hv my peace, hear myself think and hv some 'me' time. i enjoy the time i don't see them as much as the time i do see them.

dear cocka: i like the oink part. sounds like u are very familiar with me. take 2 glasses of penfolds '96 even better.

dear licky: too cryptic. must spell more clearer for me. within?? cannot find woh. like a maze inside. full of intestines and shit. hahahahaha.

dear annie: i remind u of laundry??? u really know how to flatter a girl, dear. shucks! i hope it's clean laundry and not dirty stinky ones.

vacation is always good, unless u just come back from one. everybody seems to be past the peak of blog excitement and has slowly slipped into blog oblivion. i think it's the passing of a fad for some, the oncoming of boredom from too much of the same thing for others.

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