You know how they say that you can win the mommies by simply complimenting on their kids?
For a change, I think they are right.
This morning, the grocery man told me that I have a beautiful cat.
I think I like the grocery man a little bit more now.
Wait… did I just say I am turning into a ‘parent’?
Haha… I guess I am.
PS: In other news, I’m even worse today, healthwise. We cannot now rule out the possibility that maybe I’m… mm…. dying?
If yesterday was bad, today is at least bad powered by three.
The croaking is much different now; it’s now a hiss-croak… also I have surely and successfully freaked the kitten out by sneezing for a whole of two minutes… apparently the kitten had never seen a human sneeze so aggressively before.
Poor thing.
The kitten and I both, to be fair.
On top of that- I have fever, sore throat, cough, a dirty house and a dirty sink… and my tongue feels blotchy and rough; I think my taste buds died on me- as the coffee I made a while back tasted like the Penicillin syrup from my childhood…. and all I care about at the moment is to have a head that is less heavy, and also to be able to ‘breathe’…
I want to appreciate this beautiful sunny Melbourne day… is it too much to ask for?
Fair enough that I have not been to work today, no?
It’s good that you cannot hear me today… I mean it in the most literal sense, of course.
You know why? Well… because I’m croaking today. Really CROAKING!
Yes, like a frog!!
I woke up this morning feeling like someone has rubbed my throat with sandpaper while I slept. If it was on me I’d go back to sleep and not wake up for a WEEK.
A WEEK!
But of course- let’s be realistic, a girl needs to work… and this girl had left thousands of pending stuff at work the day before, so she thought better of it and came to work anyway. She was late by an hour though. But hearing her croak, I bet no one can hold it against her today. *No more third persom talking, please. Thank you*.
Not even the coffee shop girl. You see when she asked me ‘What would you like?’ and I said ‘Latte’… it came out very much like a ‘croagle’ (croaky gargle)- she was immediately struck by some sort of sympathy and went- ‘Sure darl, latte with no sugar?’
I shook my head. Affirmative.
Wheee… That was easy! ’I can has my latte!!!!’ Thank you, coffee shop girl! You rock!
So yea- I’m at work. Trying my luck in keeping the talking stuff to the minimum, sipping my latte and cursing the phone in very crudely (in my head) every time it rings!
Sheesh… Please. Stop. Ringing!
‘Herro.. thirrrish Rarerrr’
Not everyone is as intuitive as the coffee shop girl, you know?
Teenager in the morning train,
Can you please not put your feet on the facing seat in the front?
Not everyone likes to have the dust on their bums, you know?
Besides, in a packed train full of standing commuters, it’s only rational and polite to occupy only the seat you are sitting on.
Perhaps you need some training on common sense that involves some wanking?
I understand, of course, common sense is not as common as the name suggests- and will be happy to help.
With no love or regards- but uttermost sincerity,
Me
I’m working on a new project.
In fact, I and seven other friends are. We are creating a blog where we are to note down the things that ‘itch’ us.
Itch, you know- but less in the way rashes itch, more in the way may be some Facebook status updates (of some people) might. You know… those annoying kinds that makes you want to go to that person through the monitor screen just to clench his throat and give him a shake?
Okay, maybe that’s just me. I know, I’m special 
. But one thing is for sure- we would like it to be entertaining for everyone to come back to time and again. Needless to mention, it can also take form of something much bigger- we are random there… ‘itch’ being the keyword here.
We have made a few posts…. gotten a few comments….. and planning to write more; and none of these will have any meaning minus the readers. Hence, I’m presenting it to my wonderful readers. Please welcome our new project:
Please consider subscribing to it through your RSS reader, adding in Twitter and leave comments to start up a discussion. Also please consider telling your friends about it. We would love to hear your views.
I- on behalf of all 8 of us (BeeZee, Dust, Honey Dijon Mustard, Kay, Pepper, Rugrat, Sage, Vinegar)- am inviting you to this new blog. The anonymosity is intended- as we might make it big someday and none of us have a really extroverted persona despite our online communications that may sometimes indicate otherwise- well, except may be one… but he’s the minority, so read ‘none’ … and think pseudonyms are cool!
Besides that blog- unlike this one- will be open to all- friends, acquaintances, world. As some of you might know- this one, I keep from publicizing and handpick those who may know of it… though I have no qualms about anyone reading it if they do not personally know me.
This one, obviously, stays the same.
That one’s different. That’s the voice that wants to be heard, those are the points we want made, there are the things we want the whole world to read in order to make a difference- small and big…. and that does not have to be boring and dry, quite the contrary. ‘Humour’ is something I have always appreciated- I’m sure so does the 6 others.
See you here and THERE. Happy reading!
I finally have the dentist appointment tomorrow, as the wisdom tooth at the lower left is still being a ‘pain’.
Literally.
Now- I have health insurance, as well as ‘extras’, as Australia calls it; but ‘the Galea’ keeps telling me that it’s still ‘not covered’ and that the last time he went to the dentist it cost him 3 grands for pulling out 4 of his wisdom teeth.
Err… under general anaesthesia…. umm… in a hospital.
And, 3 GRANDS!
That’s AU$750 for EACH tooth out of pocket even after paying a $99 EVERY MONTH for ‘EXTRAS’?!
I don’t know- I am tempted to just keep the pain if that’s the case; but knowing Galea, he may actually be shooting in the dark. He’s sometimes a dork like that. Well… he might have learnt from somewhere about my irrational fear of hospital smells :S
Anyways, though I’m tempted to do exactly the opposite, I will go to the dentist tomorrow and wait for him to give me the verdict. I promise to not scream out in frustration if that irritating colleague of mine is proven right.
But till then, I’m living right here in my bubble, where the wisdom tooth removal is ‘covered’ by the insurance- or at least by ‘extras’… and at least partially…… and the wisdom tooth may or may not need to be removed even though one had to be in the past… and oh… also that ‘the Galea’ is a dork.
Call me silly, but I LIKE this bubble…. thankyouverymuch!
One bad thing about doing what I do for a living, is the way it gets on my nerves at times. Numbers, eh? While I generally like numbers and am fairly good at what I do- it does take a lot out of me, too. I guess that’s true for almost EVERYONE. But the Financial Analysts… I have first-hand experience with that…
Ever wonder why that guy you know who works in the Finance department at your work seem so dry and humourless? I don’t… not anymore anyway. Chances are that I’m getting there too.
Where, did you ask?
To be honest, I don’t know exactly yet. I sometimes feel I’m loving life less with every passing day and I desperately desperately need a break- but, at the same time, I keep hoping that it’s just a phase…. it’s THAT place I’m talking about…. that is where I’m getting.
Oh whatever. I’m tired… it’s the exhaustion talking. I’ve slept a lot today- a little bit every now and then. It’s not helping. The migraine is still there and the wisdom tooth is still being a ‘MEGA’ pain.
If not anything else, I probably do need that break.
So, mate, this is life as usual; but enough about me. I’m sure I’m not making any sense whatsoever anyway; let’s hear from YOU now. Why is no one is making a meaningless silly post today? What’s wrong with the world!!?! I want to read FUN blog posts!
Tell me, how are YOU and WHERE IS THAT POST?!
I am longing for silence. Complete silence. I can’t seem to find it anywhere. Silence please. Please? No discussion, no conversation of any kind, no phonecalls. Let me just be. Please?
I just hung up a call, a long distance call- asking me if anything was the matter, why is there no emails for days and days… I kept quiet. I have no answer and even if I did- I did not feel like talking, thinking, attaching strings of words- one after another- to form a sentence that would be coherent…. or satisfactory.
I wish the world would spare me the effort…. for tonight.
I’ll be okay in the morning, but tonight? Tonight silence is ALL that I need.
I wish I could change the one that I am stuck with forever, like a snake does.
I need to change a few rusty parts; I need major repairs to the engine, a fresh coat of paint. I need to be as good as new.
I need to keep moving, so that the rust and the moss cannot catch up with me.
I need to revitalize myself… to rejuvenate. I need to learn to be happy.
I need a lot of things, some of them even I don’t know that I need.
I guess I need to stop running away from pain and tell myself that it’s okay to stumble and fall, that it’s only human to hurt… and to make mistakes. I need to be truly convinced.
I need to be able to forgive myself.
I need to stop digging my own grave. I really do… while there’s still time.
rational rants
