Wednesday 30 September 2009

Herbert Fredrick Franklin (a.k.a. The Attack of the Baby Dinosaurs)

Hello blogworld.

I've got a story for you.

Around dinnertime on Monday, I developed a sharp pain in my stomach. I didn't think much of it because I do tend to have stomach problems every now and then. But close to the middle of the meal, it became quite terrible.

Mum and Dad were pretty convinced that it was a gastric problem, but I knew better.

I was being eaten alive by a baby dinosaur.

In honour of the momentous occasion, I decided to name him. Ever the helper, Alex came up with one for him too. I named him Franklin. Alex named him Herbert.
As the night progressed, little Franklin (he's called that because that's the name I gave him. This is MY blog. Get your own, Alex.) got increasingly violent.

The pain was crazysuperi'mnotevenkiddingseriouslyiwouldnotwishthatuponmyworseenemyre
allysuperunbearably bad. I kid you not.

[I'll skip to the next part, where all the convulsing and backwards eating finally stopped.]

This morning, I woke up feeling a lot better. I didn't feel completely recovered, but I didn't feel like crawling into a hole to die. And that's always a good way to feel. :D

Rachel paid a visit to make sure the little dino didn't get me, which is where the second half of the story comes along.

'I wonder what happened to Fredrick.'

'What?'

'I was asking about Fredrick and what happened to him.'

'What drink?!?!'

'FREDRICK. The baby dinosaur!'

'. . .'

'Didn't you name him Franklin?'

'Oh. Yeah. That's what I meant.'

And after that, the conversation didn't seem worth continuing anymore. I blame the one in possession of the superior memory. *jerks head towards Rachel*

haha.

So kids, the moral of the story is to never name the baby dinosaur that invades your stomach because it will kill you. It will also multiply.

Consider this my good deed of the week.

:)

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P.S. I do feel better. After a sucky night like Monday night, everything looks nice and sunny.

Tuesday 22 September 2009

*waves*

Hi.

I'm on holiday. :) Raya break gave me two days (officially) off school. Which is nice. But you know what's better? That my lecturers are awesomepants and cancelled classes for the rest of the week.
THAT'S better.

So yes. Like a lot of you guys, I have the whole week off. *does gremlin dance*

But I've gotta spend majority of it working. As in studying. And writing essays. And being productive. *stops gremlin dancing*

BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT I HAVE TO STOP HAVING A GOOD TIME.

Okay, I apologise for sounding a bit mad. I can't really explain this mood I'm in at the moment.
After I post this, I'm going to shower and try to wash it off. The first shower today must have been insufficient.

Ha. I drove home from the gardening shop today after lunch. I think I gave my parents matching coronaries. Looks like I'm gonna need a bit more practice before letting them in the car again.
Mum thinks I drive too fast.
Suppose she's right, but I was afraid of driving too slow on a road where there are other cars driving at normal, I'vebeendrivingforever speeds. They all overtook anyway, so I suppose it didn't really make a difference.
*shrug*

More updates as that progresses.

I thought I had more to say today, but I think my attention span can't last an

Saturday 12 September 2009

of rollers and coasters

HAI.

The air conditioning unit in my room refuses to work. I am quite upset at it. Temperatures lately have not been kind, and I already have a very low tolerance for heat. This is NOT working for me.
Isokay, though. Sometime next week, someone will come fix it and everything will be right again in the world.

On the list of this week's achievements, we have the christening of our vacuum cleaner.

Everyone, meet Trevor:


He's super cool. The only thing about him that I have a problem with is that, more often than not, he rolls over my foot or scrapes my heel.
I forgive him, though, because he's the reason my friends don't die of dust allergies when they visit my room. It's a big room that NEEDS Trevor.

Trevor is cool and all, but he isn't the reason I was inspired to appear tonight. Something else happened. Something epic.

Tonight, being a Saturday, was go out for dinner night for the family. We decided to go for Korean food in Tropicana City Mall.
Heh. Actually, we decided to go to Tropicana City Mall, then decided to eat Korean food.

The food was decent, and I was satisfied. The guy who brought us our bill (henceforth referred to as Coolwaiterguy) cheerfully asked how the food was and apologised for the lacking service. (It was a busy night, and most of the waiters were consistently occupied.) I thought it was pretty cool of him to say that.
To recognise bad service, you'd have to know what good service is in the first place.

ANYWAY.

Alex left the restaurant first, claiming he needed to 'get out of there'. I followed a bit behind. I saw Coolwaiterguy standing by the cash register. The conversation went pretty much like this:

Coolwaiterguy: *nods and smiles*

Me: *grins back*

Coolwaiterguy: Thank you.

Me: Thanks. (because I felt that 'you're welcome' or anything of the sort was an awkward response.)

Coolwaiterguy: *turns towards counter*

Me: *continues walking*

Coolwaiterguy: *turns back* Here, a present for you. *hands me two coasters*

Me: *takes them* Cool. Thanks!

Coolwaiterguy: They're coasters.

Me: Awesome!

I gave him another huge smile and walked out eager to brag to Alex about the awesomeness that is my life.

I have new coasters!


I don't know if this is something that happens to everyone that goes in and out of there, but I was the only one in my family who received a pair and that was enough to make me feel pretty darn special.

It just made my day that little bit more awesome.

:)

Hope you're all well.

manda

Monday 7 September 2009

and we hit the books once again

Hello.

It's been a small forever, and I always say that. So from now on, I'm going to stop saying that. I'll just show up as and when I please. Yes. Sometimes it gets annoying, no? When someone keeps apologising for their absence AS IF people actually miss them when they're gone?
I think it's annoying.

So this is me saving you all from my could-be-artificially-heightened sense of self importance.

Okay?

Okay.

Cool.

College has resumed, obviously. I'm working harder than I have been and am studying more than I have been and am struggling less than I have been. Good development? I think 'yes'.
My results from the last set of papers weren't exactly what you'd call 'decent', which is why I have this sudden new urge to WORK.

It's not really an urge. More like a calling. I either work, or fail. It's pretty clear cut.

Being back in school reminds me how much I actually miss people's company during the holidays. Because as relaxing as they are, they tend to get a bit lonely.
It's not really that fun to have a laughing fit on your own.

Had a good yesterday. Had a good today. I can only hope the same for tomorrow.

Hope you're all well.

:)