random 'rumblings' (Bec)

hmm..today's Life App session (led by my beloved Jennie) was focussing on strategies to deal with laziness...pretty fitting considering that I have yet again procrastinated (uggh, such an ugly, oversused word, but I don't have the time to think of a substitute) long enough that I'm left with 3 days to complete a macro essay..pretty complex considering that my tutor seems like the biggest rock-hard marker in the history of Lilian.

Spent most of last night at Jo Wong's place having da bin lo and watching/listening to karaoke videos...must say that some of the music emanating recently from Hong Kong s pretty decent and catchy enough not (?) to make me cringe in auditory horror.

Ah Miu asked me a funny question.."Have you got guys lining up to [can't remember where] chasing you?" And my (truly honest) response was, of course, a resounding, echoing NO. Funny because the night before I'd just met a guy who I thought was quite interesting, the first in a while. But obviously he had absolutely no interest in me...think he's just one of those charming, great to talk to, instantly likeable/attractive ppl. *SiGh*

But then again, Sam always asks those types of questions...it had to be him. I think only he-friends would comment on something like that. Can't imagine any she-friends bar the most obsequious and abject proactively asking about that.

Regressing back to my epicurean preoccupations again..arrrghh! though i was just starting to eat in a pattern with a somewhat 'normal' semblance..But that hasn't eventuated. I'm too addicted to anything in the dessert category. ( I even like the Mc Berrynice yoghurt)

stupor

My cold has gotten worse...this morning I woke up with a hideously sore, scratchy throat to add to my woes.

Honestly, the inside of my jugular felt like it had been dry-rubbed with sandpaper (super rough grade A, glass shards included, free of charge), THEN when I stupidly took it upon myself to swallow, it was like putting a few knives down my throat, adding lacerating pain to my graze injuries.

And of course, the leaky tap known as my nose increased its output, my cough is somewhat less frequent, and my mental state of stupor reduced to me slo-mo movements. Not to mention a near-deaf experience at Lincraft..the sales assistant had to repeat her request 3 times, then rephrase it before i comprehended what sounded like a string of foreign syllables.

Going to uni today was a torture. I was actually thinking of not going, but I'd signed up for two research assignments to participate (Research participation is a hurdle requirement for Psych).

BUT when I got to the city, I looked at my phone on the tram, and whaddaya know?

hi Lillian. i am very sorry but i have to cancel your research participation today. i hope u can reschedule.

COULDN'T even get my name spelt right!! *Argghh*

So then I just went to the other research study about our impressions of groups in society (strangely similar to one I did last sem...oh! it's by the same Prof) and my CCCommunication tute

Well, at least by not showing up to my first two lectures i got some much-needed and much-appreciated rest...ie zzzzZZZZ's Well, at least I'm not alone, there seems to be quite a few sick ppl around..including Jo Wong (we now have a sense of what Carsten called 'solidarity'..a 'feeling of being in the same [illness] boat. Well, at least i do)

And i've been talking at an amplitude about one-third my normal. I feel sorry for everyone who had to talk to me today. If i were them, I'd be like, "Stay AWAY from me! How dare commit such a public disservice as to bring your disgusting, virus-infested self to uni??" Sorry guys!

hypo histamines

Damn my histamines.....death to them! DIE you evil molecules!!!!!!!

caught someone's second-(or third or fourth or whateverth) hand virus, and now I'm suffering thru the biggest antiviral attack ever seen in a Psych lecture at Melb U...

It starts as a runny nose, and as the balled-up butterflies accumulate, a rough cough rears its ugly, virus-spreading head. Soon the lecture hall resonates with the sound of violent coughs...and as she tries to suppress it, tears well up with the pain and effort. A full, reddening hot flush flows through her body like liquid fire..through the fog, a friend asks, "Are you okay?"

Finally, a douse of Spring water reaches her throat, and the storm subsides.

It's amazing how inconvenient life can become when a cold/flu interrupts it. All my daily activities are mechanically completed in a non-drug-induced grog, what little patience or tolerance I had dives to zero, and I blow through about 3 rainforests per hour.

My nasal passages are as good as being blocked by an aneurysm, mucus collects in my throat so that I sound like a (sexy, according to Rebekah) 50-something chain smoker.

Pah, sexy!

Well, if phlegm turns you on, then... I guess...

It is a novel feeling and sound, sort of resonant, but the palpable aspect of it is positively horrible. If the sound parallels that of a cello, then the feel of it is like having a glob of wet tissue lodged in the pipe of a brass instrument.

Stupid overactive immune system.

An empty home

Remembering how intensely I was whingeing about Michelle's presence just one or two weeks ago, it's so stupid (I can't justify this with the word 'ironic'..it just doesn't deserve that dignity) and typical that I now miss their presence around the place.

Being so territorial, it was quite a nuisance for me to have to adjust my patterns for them..couldn't work at night in my own room, OR talk in there...can't believe how cranky it made me, having to serve Michelle.

But how much did my own family twist and bend over backwards for ME when I went to HK for a holiday? PLUS I was basically a fiscal omnivore, the financial version of the foodie fa gwad long..*sigh*

As soon as mum packed up the portable springboard bed, I could feel that leaden emptiness of depression in my gut when I miss someone..I can't honestly say that they've been a joy to be around, but it was easy to have someone in the house all the day..it buffers that kind of desolate silence u get when everyone else is out at work.

Michelle is quite surprising sometimes, too. She left a pack of her fave, rather big-ticketed Dragon Beard sweets for us, with a note scratched out in her neat schoolgirl script. *aww* Now mum's talking on the phone with Grandma...arrrghh!!!!!!!! *sob sob*

Sarah's now left for ski camp, and mum will be gone soon for HK..desperately want to go with her, probably the only 'con' to my doing that would be the unbearble, exquisite agony of living thru a humid Hong Kong summer.

Then, it'll be down to 3. From seven to three..a pretty depressing skydive of family members.

glorious books

Reading Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury right now...recommendation from my time-starved bookworm sister.

It's interesting enough...very typical, bleak, sci-fic outlook. In the style of Huxley and Orwell I guess, only without Orwell's Big Brother and easier to read than Brave New World (still stumbling thru that one right now).

Sounds similar enough to our entertainment-oriented, self-centred world today. Childless families draw their entertainment from wall-to-wall TV screens showing meaningless conversations between "families". There is no longer any interest in books, and firemen spend their time starting mass book pyro-fests than preventing fires. The lethargic masses fiercely guard their lives from any news or event that is troublesome, or not "fun". They devote their lives to leisure and engage in shallow, artificially empty conversations.

Those not fitting this norm are classed as psychologically disturbed, and ruthlessly ostracised.

There are high speed cars, reckless teenagers with no regard for the lives of others, a people numbed by their parlour TVs, willingly and obstreperously oblivious to everything outside their neighbourhood.

I guess the technology part is somewhat familiar to us today, but at least we still have something resembling a free-thinking mind.

But aren't we just that little ignorant of anything outside our own secure little cocoon of a world, carelessly having no regard for the wellbeing those lying without it by the misfortune of being born in the 'wrong' place?

A visually pleasing pretty little thesaurus for word-philes...too bad they only allow 3 trials each time.