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QUESARAH

Desktop Confessional

Friday, January 27, 2006
7:24 PM

#1 of godknowshowmany Chinese New Year reunion dinners is tonight, 8.30 PM at Shah Alam.


I will survive the insane eating this year! My prayers go out to you, fellow Cinamen and women.

Happy Chinese New Year! Ignore the nosy relatives, if possible.

Nothing better.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006
1:43 AM

Tell me,

What can be better than to come home after a loooong day in college- spent editing articles and looking at layout- to find a half full packet of Lays' Salt & Vinegar chips, and Channel 42 playing the Best Chick Flick Ever, "Bridget Jones' Diary"?

Nothing better to do than to scoff it alllll down, while drooling over Colin Firth.

Nothing better than that, except perhaps himbo's R2D2 impersonation.

Nothing better than that, except to discover that I come home with a great big smile on my face despite being tired as hell, knowing somehow that I'm doing what I love and though its exhausting, I get immense satisfaction out of it.

Nothing better than passion.

And perhaps sleep, which is now at 1.50 AM, way overdue.

I Think I'm Paranoid.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006
6:43 PM

I've just come to discover that I am a hypochondriac.

I always knew there was a problem with the way I was obsessed with every little ache in my body, and if there was a time that I would fall ill more usual than often, I'll get panic attacks wondering if it could be something bigger than just the flu.

A lot of it comes with being very aware and sensitized to the sorts of diseases that are becoming more common in our world. Breast cancer, AIDS, dengue, etc etc. You name it, I've probably researched its symptoms .. just in case it persisted within me and I could react quicker and seek medical help. I'm so weird yet self-dependant that way.

This month my hypochondria has been going into overdrive. I've had the fever twice, but luckily enough it went away after a good night's sleep. The cough that came along with the fever is still annoying me, but after forcing hot drinks (I hate hot drinks) and copious amounts of Fisherman's Friend into my system, I'm glad to say its going away.

Other than that, I blogged previously about my toe being sprained. Now I never knew HOW exactly I got my toe sprained. I suspected that it was because I was wearing uncomfortable shoes whilst walking around like a hero around Jalan Alor and Tengkat Tong Shin for 45 whole minutes. But my dad had to scare me by saying it could be gout. Don't say that to a hypochondriac! He has gout (ya lah forever eating meat), and it's hereditary so I was sooo afraid I somehow got it, despite my relatively normal meat consumption patterns.

Needless to say, my doctor totally laughed at me when I hobbled to her clinic and screamed that I had gout and I was barely 21.

My current obsession is breast cancer. I found a small little lump in my left breast that wasn't there before, and I freaked out about it. I went to my doctor (yet again! We're best friends!) and apparently, all breasts are lumpy and its not accurate to check for lumps when your period is due. I asked Meesh, who had a benign lump removed, about it and she concurred. I forced her to feel my lump, and she laughed at me too because it was tiny. Plus the fact that I don't have a family history, or smoke or drink (that often) probably meant I was worried about nothing. Again.

All these fears, and I've never even been hospitalized.

Digressing, but Meesh and I think Black Eyed Peas "My Humps" is going to be so good for a breast cancer campaign.


"MY LUMPS MY LUMPS MY LOVELY LADY LUMPS, CHECK IT OUT!"
Lumps are no song and dance. See a doctor today.

Remember that you read that here first.

So the conclusion of this long-winded tirade is that I am a paranoid little girl. And that my doctor makes her living out of me. And that the Black Eyed Peas is a very socially conscious and aware group who don't get enough love from NGOs.

Go to sleep sarah!

Thursday, January 12, 2006
1:06 AM

I absolutely despise it when I can't sleep.

And there's an 8 am class the following morning.

I feel sort of duped because I took my meds like a good girl, along with the prescribed tablespoon-ful of cough syrup which is supposed to induced drowsiness .. but, nothing.

Not even a yawn.

"Don't get mad if I'm laughing, blame the caffeine for all the 5 am phone calls."

What Weekend?

Friday, January 06, 2006
10:44 PM

Friday nights no longer hold any meaning for me because,


this semester,





I HAVE CLASSES ON A SATURDAY, 9 AM - 12 PM





Don't laugh at me, it hurts as much already!


But, the class is Visual Communication and Journalism and has to do with photography so I am loving it even before I've attended it. Now you guys can be jealous of my supa dupa fly courses. Go on, be jealous now. :)

Tuesday, January 03, 2006
9:26 PM

Its official: I am allergic to college.

One day before my semester reopens and I am falling sick.
My body's achy and warm, and there's an odd sensation at the back of my throat.

Now all I have to do is to convince mom I am not lying!! Unfortunately, I think maybe its going to be like "the boy who cried wolf syndrome"!

I fell in love with this polka dotted dress in Warehouse today. I fell hook line and sinker, and now I feel like there's a void in my life without it!

It was RM400. So I did the next best thing and camwhored with it for memories. :(

Maybe I'm love sick. !!!