The Nostrils
The flu bug got to me 
I don’t think being grateful helps much. When you have the flu, you can’t possibly imagine what it was like to live with clear notrils and mucus-free lungs. Feeling terrible, you’d swear that when you’ve recovered, you’d be grateful for the air you breathe and rid of aching throats.
When you’re recovered, you are thankful, well, for the shortlived period of time. But so what, your time to fall ill again will come. It’s not as if not being grateful will bring upon retribution, you’ll get it either way, grateful or not.
In fact, when you’re grateful for what you have, the inevitable feeling of crappiness won’t differ from the alternative when you reach your downfall. Instead of regretting with sorrow that you should’ve cherished [insert item here] more, you’d think that life’s unfair, yadida, even though you were thankful, you still got this supposedly underserving consequence.
So, be grateful, don’t be, whichever way won’t save you. There is no God to reward you.
Wargh. Being sick makes you talk rubbish. When you’re sick, you’re deep.
My throat’s so itchy that I just feel like tearing it out or sticking some tongs in there to scratch it.
The endless supply of water doesn’t help the throat either, it just fills the bladder and makes me pee every 5 minutes.
The left nostril is constantly blocked during intervals, other times it’ll be clear but with the sick, uncomfortable feeling of mint coating your lungs and nostrils.
A damn good excuse to get out of the netball dunno-what-shit thingy. Muahaha.
Yong Jie doubted my words, I think he still does. He got stuck in netball, no wonder he had such a grudge. Oh well Yong Jie.
Damnit, must’ve been a jinx.
Lizard said she grew a pimple, I said my hips grew. She asked, “Anything else has grown?” I should’ve just stated the obvious [which was boobs] but instead replied, “Like what, my nostrils?”
IT’S THE NOSTRILS.
Teng Hui was especially hyped up today. His singing could be heard 24/7, that usually isn’t unusual, but he was singing some Mice Love Rice (??) song or whatever, and the Chicken Little remix, chinese version. Those 2 songs are the songs which I hate the most because the lyrics make no sense, it runs in your head for the next 5 days and simply sounds retarded.
Reminds me of a chinese song which I heard. It was about dieting.
So you can imagine how much I wanted to strangle him. Nah just kidding. Oh, but my class has concluded that he has an uncanny resemblance to Sid the Sloth in Ice Age.
If only I had pictures
Agh, too lazy to blog. Sicky wicky.
I’m trying to stuff myself with junk food while I can, before my sense of taste and smell goes off. Wouldn’t the junk food be a waste.
I think the scariest sense to lose would be sight.
AH CHOO.