rose and sandalwood

you know, as you were growing up, you'd be taught to see the signs and understand where they are coming from so you won't stray from your path. christians/jews/muslims were taught to be overparanoid.

will i be overparanoid in observing that each time i have a spanking good time clubbing, i'd fall drastically ill?

i really mean so ill, you'd feel your life ebbing away.

oh god, i can tell already i am going to metamorphosize into a hala-hula-masya'-allah tudung makcik.

sometimes i suspect half these women decide to wear the tudung because they're actually losing hair.

oh god, will definitely turn into a hala-hula-masya'-allah tudung makcik now.

taking doxycycline as a last ditched attempt to flush out the bad, bad, sticky bacteria from my urethra has proven bad. it does flush out the bad, bad, sticky bacteria but it also makes me nauseous.

now, physically, it is almost impossible for me to puke. it just doesn't happen with me. i just cannot no matter how much i want to.

so what do you get when you have an inability to puke and feel like puking all the time?

hunger (you don't want to eat cos you'd feel like puking it out), whitewashed face and irritability.

i'm not so hot now.

thank god for Kleenex. they have the best scented tissues (rose and sandalwood) and the softest lotion tissues (dry, not wet) so your nose won't chafe from all that blowing and rubbing.

i've learnt that my "crimson room" entry is driving friends nuts. she thinks it's e.v.i.l.