_of Hating FB

  I. Hate. FB. End of story?

You bet it's not. I shall rant on for a few more minutes before I lost all my sanity to the social network website which is making me very paranoid!!!

  

Dear Mr. MZ (the founder, of course),

  Let's begin with the fact that I have NOT watch "The Social Network" YET but I know that it is more fiction than any other fiction stories outside. I like the actor portraying your ex-best friend/co-founder. He's cute. (Enough with these actors obsession, goddamnit!)

  Why do I hate FB? 

  Is it because it has now become so public that even though more privacy settings are being set up, it still won't be enough? Or is it the fact that we (as the netizens) are given too many choices over who is who in the settings. (Everyone, Friends of friends, Friends -- You HAVE to be JOKING.)

  Is it because of the fact that in order to stalk your exes or your enemies or your frenemy (friends + enemies) or even your parents, you have to first alert them by adding them as your friends? Thus, risking the fact that THEY might stalk you FIRST?

  Or is it the fact that your entire life is under scrutiny because of the oh-so-convenient Tagging service that you have in the Photo Album? Makes it easier if people want to capture the most hideous picture of yours and let THOUSANDS see it. So, now you are more paranoid of a Tag system than of a serial killer. Gee, thanks.

  Maybe it is because of the deactivation settings in the end when you are already fed-up with this website. Even seconds before deactivation, they try to ruin my life by JEOPARDIZING my sanity. "Please tell us why you want to deactivate your account." SO MANY CHOICES AND INSTRUCTIONS UNDERNEATH THEM! Why would I want THAT? Not only that, why ON EARTH would someone whom I've added for the heck of it will miss me when I have deactivated my account?!

  There. I've finished my rants. Will I be sued? 

 

Long live...

Freedom of Expression.
Freedom of Speech.

Disclaimer: See. The reason why I post this new Post is because I need somewhere to rant. Please bear with the ideas or opinions which YOU (as the high-learning educator) might find VERY cliche, too immature or just plain pitchy/peachy. I am not here to satisfy the requirements for your level of approval. And the last thing I need is people who think I am jealous/intimidated by the success of this network. Please, people. I am just a girl. And I have my own life.

Peace! 

_of Heart that Cannot be Mended

Ten Things I Hate about You:

None.

Dear You,

  Your actions hurt, but that doesn't mean I will hate you. Funny, isn't it?



 While we are at it...

Dear God,

  If he is mine, he will be mine, no matter what happens. Isn't it?

Dear Y.Q.,

  I hope I could meet you, I really do. As an elusive friend, you are gifted in mending a broken heart. I wish mine is as easy to mend.

_of Broken Friendship

P/S: Hiding from a meeting is a very tedious act. You may or may not get paranoid while doing so, and I am 100% sure there is bound to be some traumatic experience at the end of it. Why is a Pot Luck Gathering so important, ANYWAY?????

  Itchy. Itchy. Scratch. Scratch. Damned all the seafood allergic reactions in the world. Grrr!!!

  
 -> This happens quite a lot of times these days. There are no time to update the blog, (while we are at it, NO TIME TO DO ASSIGNMENTS, either) and therefore, I've gotten myself a Twitter account. 

Sometimes, 140 characters CAN explain what you are doing for the whole day, if your day is as monotonous as mine. Study, sleep, eat, in no particular order. There are times when you wish you have more time in your life, more people to darken your days and more love to brighten your heart. 

Sigh.

 -> This also happened quite recently. He was someone who knew me well, of who I was. But people do change, don't they? And now I have to choose between "Change vs Friendship"? How unfair life can be?

Dear Friend (or Ex, as you like),

  There are many things I want to say to you, but I know neither emails or sms would be enough. You asked me why do I need to change? It's not that I NEED it, it is fairly inevitable. Studying this law course changes a lot of my perspectives in life, and that includes those people that I've met.

  You told me that some people whom you have met affected your views in life. And trust me, that is the same with me. I've seen some people who smile when they are talking to you and say A LOT of bad things when you have turned your back on them. I've seen some people who really REALLY like to bully you just because they are feeling up to it. I've seen some people who break your heart and crush your dreams after you have wholly give it to them.

  I do not want to be judgemental, but you were not there. And therefore, please, for the sake of our friendship, do not condemn my change. It hurts to hear that I need to choose between my protective shield and our friendship. 

Yours sincerely, 

Me.

_of Tropicana Medical Centre and Sunway Medical Centre

P/S: Please note that every single photo I've used for this post is strictly mine. I could NOT possibly find images in Google to re-enact this story of mine. It will be very weird if I find someone with the exact same predicament as I have been through today.

  Yes, you have read that right. I am officially declared unwell sick not feeling good enough.

  The journey of my quest of finding the cause of the illness will be told here. But keep in mind that some of them might be exaggerated, might be truly wrong, might be purposely made false, and might just be fully correct. (Eii. If you want to know so much about it, just call me and ask la. Sure I will tell de.)

 -> The start of the journey. After being coaxed forced threatened by Miss Q.L. for a few hours, I chose this place to get my blood test procedure done.

Her modus operandi? She STOLE Sammy (my Cupido) away and kept on punching him to make him slightly bigger, fatter and blacker.

 -> Yupe, that is where Q.L. and I got our blood test thingy thing going. It is called a General Screening Profile 1 (GS1) and it cost us a lot. No, scratch that. It was A LOT of money to pay for a GS1 which didn't include the tests for allergic reactions. Nor the doctor's consultation.

 -> After several hours of patience and endurance (and some very GRUDGINGLY hilarious and painful, WAY WAY PAINFUL, wound stabbings), our results were out. Actually, we only waited for two hours, thanks for the efficiency of Miss Nurse. However, they DID NOT provide a doctor's consultation in the Accidents and Emergency Department. Therefore....

 -> We went to this place just to get the doctor's consultation. Dr. S was very kind in telling me what was wrong with my test result. I've got bacterial infections and some fear of allergic reactions.

 -> P.S. Before I went to see Dr. S, I was checked by the nurses there. There were some conversations going on that was worth noting:

Nurse A: "Ada allergic apa-apa ubat tak?"

Me:      "Tak sure pulak. Tapi, setakat nie takde la."

Nurse A: "Tapi nampak macam ada rashes nie. Yang kat leher tu, tangan pun ada merah-merah."

(In the meantime, I was very panicked and tried to check all the rashes that he had mentioned. At this time...)

Health Assistant Officer: "Hah! Nie allergic nie. Mesti allergic kat nasi!!!"

(And he went away.)

...

...

...

 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  ME!! ME!!! Allergic to rice???? Hell no! HELL NO!!

-> Luckily, Dr. S told me the cause of the rashes. Maybe (note that word), MAYBE it was caused by the infection. Nothing to worry about etc etc etc.

 -> I was prescribed those medicines/pills + cream + granules, which once again, cost me A LOT of money. A LOT. A LOT. A LOT. I paid almost RM400 just to get everything done and was told that everything is fine with my body. No cancer, no thyroid, no STDs, no diabetes etc. Only bacterial infections and maybe allergic infections. Great. I feel better already.

At the end of the day...

 -> This is how my hand looked like after the blood test procedure. Mind you, it was very very very painful (to begin with). Q.L. thinks I'm such a baby because, as quoted from her, "making a big deal out of nothing" but let me digress.

If a nurse told you that:

(a) your blood is very saturated

(b) it is hard to pull out the needle

(c) this will hurt just a bit

...and all the statements are correct except for (c) (as the nurse's level of hurt-ness is HIGHLY underrated), YOU. WILL. BE. AS. BABY. AS. I. AM.

ITHURTSLIKEHELLFORSOMEONEASBABYASME.YES,Q.L.,YOUAREMEANFORTHREATENINGMETOGOFORTHISBLOODTESTPROCEDURE!!!

Argggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! 

P/P/S: By the way, about the rashes. After I went home, I called my mom and told her about it. She said I have what they called as "cacar". And yupe, it itches very much. So, now I am not allowed to touch water, not allowed to eat oily food, not allowed to switch on the fan or the air-cond, not allowed to go anywhere except drinking some lukewarm Coke to get all the rashes out.

And oh, No Scratching.

@#$%!!!

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