JOURNAL: Amizadai (Lee Amizadai )

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  • *cough cough wheeze* 2002-03-31 19:46:02 I'm sick. Sick sick sick sick.

    Got phlegm clinging to my throat lining. I haven't been able to cough any of it out, but I just know it's going to be a sickly green yellow when I finally hawk it up.

    It's the stupid weather... blazing hot one minute, freezing the next. I am beautiful and delicate flower! I am fragile! I can't take this kind of abuse!

    I'm hungry... but I don't have the energy to cook. I'm just going to lie on the carpet and hope someone finds me. Don't worry about me, I'm not going to die from this - my date with death is on Wednesday April 16, 2070 at 7:19:50 AM, remember?


    Ok, a neighbour just came by and asked me if I've had lunch (standard Singaporean greeting). I told her my plans to go lie on the carpet and she said she'd go out and get me stuff or cook me something. I told her whatever you decide, you're in charge of feeding me today. Of course I had to punctuate that with a pathetic series of wheezy coughs.

    But seriously, I'm grateful. *cough-wheeze* 
  • VINCENT IS MINE. MINE! 2002-03-30 22:49:14 From EK's journal:

    ------snip----------
    "Beginning to undertstand Amizadai's fascination with Vincent.
    Mebbe it's just cause Vincent closely resembles a guy I used to -

    Oh wait, not supposed to write about personal stuff here."
    ------snip----------

    What? Vincent resembles a guy you used to WHAT?! Spank?

    You can't tease me like that, EK. You've got me imagining all sorts of things... I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep tonight.

    By the way, I don't have a fascination with Vincent. I have a festishization. Ooooh, Vincey-Wincey!

    *somewhere, far far away, Vincent wakes up in a cold sweat from a nightmare he cannot remember*


    Anyway, this morning I dropped something onto my keyboard. I turned my keyboard upside down to get it to fall out from between the keys, and a whole shower of skin bits (from my obsessive finger peeling) came falling out onto my desk. Really gross, but kinda fascinating. I counted about 5 eyelashes and a lone, crooked staple.

    Now you know where to get bits of me if you want to make an Ami voodoo doll.  
  • I am Run-Away-from-Danger Man! ~ Whose Line Is It? 2002-03-30 18:56:56 Aaargh, the niggles are back.

    There's something in my teeth again. Instead of feeling the reassuring teeth-on-teeth click when I close my mouth, there's the sensation like something is between my molars. But I've checked and I've probed and I've brushed and I've flossed, and NOTHING.

    I need to go to the dentist. Or maybe a psychologist.


    Aaargh! I totally forgot that I only had 2 MB left on this month's transfer quota, and I went and downloaded the MP3 ScooterKidd posted in his journal. Every MB over the limit is charged at 18 cents... that's a AUD$1.08 song!

    I better pray Optus will dole out my fresh 3 GB transfer quota for April TONIGHT.

    Today marks the end of daylight savings. That's an extra hour to wait before they issue me my transfer ration. 60 minutes extra in the day with which to spend racking up more 18 cent MBs.

    Who decided that daylight savings would end TODAY of all days? I'm going to his house to kill him! Ok, maybe I won't kill him... but I'll steal all his toilet paper and dump it in the wash! And I'll unplug his fridge! But not before I make myself a sandwich and pour myself a yogurt drink! BWAHAHAH! I hope he has apricot flavour... 
  • Alcohol and herbs. What better way to damage your liver? 2002-03-30 08:03:28 Have had half a bottle of wine (sponsered by Wally) and a bowl of the dregs of my 7-hour Voodoo Soup (TM). Ohhh... I am a happy girl.

    I would post up pictures of my 7-hour Voodoo Soup (TM), but my transfer limit is on the verge of going over, so I shouldn't upload or download anything.

    Can't wait till the first of April when my monthly ADSL transfer ration is renewed. TWENTY ONE HOURS LEFT.
     
  • I'm not dead! I'm feeling happy! I think I shall go for a walk! 2002-03-30 04:18:06 I'm going to die on Wednesday April 16, 2070 at 7:19:50 AM.

    How do I know?
    http://www.longtolive.com/

    I'll be 92 then. Now I know the precise date I am going to kick the bucket, I think I will hold off writing my will until the night before just to piss my entire family off.

    I'll wake up at 7 AM to brush my remaining teeth, put on my dentures, feed the cat and check my email.

    At 7:19:48 AM, with my family gathered round my death-armchair, I will gasp, "The stash of diamonds... it's in the-"

    I hope to last long enough to hear their howls of frustration as the death rattle takes over.
     
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