amirah
13 August 2009 @ 02:01 pm
This Place is Still Alive.  
I haven't been updating any of my blogs and as of now, this journal has been the most abandoned (Not counting my Vox journal).

I'll try to update soon, so please be patient.

Wait... is anyone even reading this thing?
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amirah
03 July 2009 @ 08:32 pm
Of Sickness and Rest  

I am not the type to get sick easily. I can actually count how many times I went to a doctor on one hand for the last few years. But that's not mean I'm invincible either. I guess I'm somewhere in between. Headaches usually come and go just like that, without me needing to take a medicine and extra rest.

But, once I do get sick, it was such a pain. I don't know how other people when they are sick, but when I'm sick, that means total bed rest. I can't do anything, think of anything, care about anything.  And when I'm sick, they all came at the same time: flu, cough and occasionally fever.

It always starts with sore throat, and it starts as random as when I woke up in the morning. By the time night comes, I usually will have a flu as well. Among all three, flu is the one sickness I hate the most. It comes early, and always leave the last. I hate running and blocked nose. It makes me feel stupid (with all the sniffing), hard to breathe and unable to eat and drink without choking (Well, when you have a blocked nose, you will have to breathe through your mouth, so, yeah.)

Fever sometimes comes, and sometimes not. I somehow think it depends on how my body was feeling at the moment. Amazingly, with all the coughing-and-flu incidents that I have in my 21 years of living, fever seldom get in the way.

The last time I got a high fever when only a couple of years ago. It was during the one-month holiday of my first year in IPBA. It took me three days to actually get out of bed, with me drifting in and out of consciousness and throwing up everything that I have eaten. I was really helpless at the time, and my parents had to be there for me all the time. And let's not mention about the next two weeks of flu and sore throat. My break was actually wasted with sickness. 

That's why I don't understand people who like to get sick. When I told a few friends that I won't be going to the practicum because I was sick, one of them was like, 'Wow, nice!' What's so nice about feeling sick? It is because I got an MC and I don't have to go to school?

Well, I just prefer to think that they don't suffer as much as I do when they're feeling sick.
 
 
 
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Listening: Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park
 
 
amirah
14 June 2009 @ 11:56 am
Mixed Feelings on So Many Things  
So, basically, I flunked my 2nd assignment for EDUC 316. 19/40, to be exact. Had [personal profile] adlina to check out what's wrong with my essay, and it turned out that I left some essential points that I need. Amazing enough, it was her who was really infuriated... with me, with the essay, with  the questions, or with the lecturer? I don't know for sure. And now I'm worried if I will even pass this paper. The in-class test turned out to be so damn hard, unlike Langtchg 303, which turned out not to be so hard after all the commotion the lecturers and the students created.

Thanks to this, I can't even enjoy my Winter Break happily.

My one week practicum at Onehunga High School ended peacefully. Nothing much to say, actually, since there were 19 pre-service teachers at the school at the time, and unlike us, who only spent 10 days there, they spent 6 continuous weeks there. Of course, they will be missed more than us. So, nothing was lost there.

The next five weeks will probably be spent reading the oh-so-many books I have in the house right now. The moment the allowance came in sometime last week, I was already planning to buy some books, and the word 'some' does not even give justice to how much money I spent on books just yesterday. But I'm really happy with the books I bought, so no matter. XP

*off to read the Art Thief on bed* The cheapest book I've bought since coming to NZ, and it is good.

 
 
Listening: Leave Out All the Rest - Linkin Park
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amirah
08 June 2009 @ 05:38 pm
If they hated me before, now I loathed them.  
At approximately 7.35 am, at Symond's St S1 bus stop, in the correct order:
  1. It's not my fault that the number on the bus keep blinking weirdly.
  2. It's not my fault that I can't see the number clearly.
  3. It's not my fault that I have to wait until the bus comes closer.
  4. It's not my fault that it was the bus I have to ride.
  5. It's not my fault that the bus was not on the bus lane when I waved it.
  6. It's not my fault that when I waved, the bus was less than one meter from the bus stop.
  7. It's not my fault when the bus had to stop two meters from its original bus stop.
So, of course it was not my fault when the bus driver told me, "Don't wave the bus to stop when it's already passed the bus stop."

Right??

And then when I thought the Maxx buses can not hate me anymore, turned out it was dead wrong.

Akmar and I was supposed to submit our assignment before 5 pm. We were planning to stop at S6, Opposite Symond's St, so that we can stop by the library for me to print my assignment and Akmar to photostat some of her stuff. Before the bus reached the bus stop, someone had already pressed the bell, so we just waited for it to stop.

But the stupid damn bus did not stop~!! In fact, it did not stop for the next three stops until we reached Britomart~!! DX Luckily, we managed to get a Free Bus that stopped directly in front of the Uni Library, or else we would be running up the Queen's Strret. >.<

Well, that's it for now. I'm going to eat, shower and then hit the bed. I haven't slept for more than 30 hours. And I need my sleep, like really need it.

Bye.

 
 
Feeling: enraged
 
 
amirah
02 June 2009 @ 06:49 pm
Morons in My Life: Lots of Them and One Gender Only.  
No, I'm not a sexist.

When talking about the men in my life and how they acted around me,

[personal profile] adlina : Why are all the men in your life seemed to be such... morons?
me: ... Now you know why I never  have a boyfriend before.


Not including my Dad and the respected ones (not that I'm saying they're perfect; they are humans after all), yes, apparently almost all the men in my life are... mentally disabled. One way or another. Cousins, siblings, friends, close friends, you name it, there must be something wrong with them in the head.

But, don't worry, I'm quite sure I'm not a lesbian. My fangirling over Johnny's boys and non-existent anime characters proved that.

*sighs* Guys are too weird to understand.
 
 
Feeling: indescribable
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