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Tuesday, August 30

t.o.w. mosquitoes attack

I have been savaged!

4 mosquitoes that look trepidatingly like aedes mosquitoes have mounted a vehement attack on yours truly. They came in one after I killed the other with my Heavenly Dragon Eighteen Palms and each enjoyed a momentary feast on my youthful blood. Unfortunately for me, the poor victim, my palms were engrossed in my electrolysis tutorial so I had a very much delayed reaction time. Ultimately, them 4 mosquitoes accounted for 16 bites on my doleful limbs. In lieu of the above, I decided to be a mosquitotarian and campaign against the bloody gruesome death of mosquitoes. Alas, it was not meant to be as once again my devastating palms ensured the death of all that crossed my path. As a result, I had to set up a warning for any other mosquito that thought it wise to make a margarita or cordial out of my blood. I created a mosquito altar right at my window that had a dead mosquito encased in its coffin (made of an improvised translucent cup). This turned out to be extremeley effective as I suffered no more bites and no longer needed to waste my yang energy on silly mosquitoes.

Nicee. Also because I turned on the aircon.. Pfft.

Right. The aftermath was not the most spectacular for I soon feel sick. Thank the lord for it seems I do not have a fever and am now more likely to postulate an extremely salty lunch as the main justification for my demise. This is now the umpteenth time that I have fallen sick this year and I seriously do not wish to look gaunt and emaciated again (since that seems to be an extremely effective way of losing weight). My face is boney enough. Thus, I have embarked on a new health routine and that is to run at least twice a week (for now) and take daily vitamin C capsules since I am now fully apt in controlling my gag reflex. Thankfully, I am on a speedy path to a full recovery as I do not wish to have anything to impair my abilities to enjoy 4 days of much awaited independence and freedom. At laaaast.

My stomach feels queasy from the 20 bottles of water that I'm taking a day. Brrrrp.

But being sick has its benefits too! I was able to soak in a good morning of US Open tennis. Even though the US Series has messed up the sport left and right by painting all its courts with a new gay colour combination of blue and green, the fact that Kuznetsova lost in the opening round is of much consolation. The US Series is spooky. Since its inaugural beginning last year, someone always seems to dominate the fall season. Baah. I miss Jen. Tennis is almost not what it is when she doesn't play. But its ok, shes gonna come back next year and win all 4 grand slam titles and finish the year as number one. Then I'd be at Madrid watching her whitewash Sharapova in the season-ender. Nicee. Maybe they'll play an exhibition match and I'll team up with Jennifer to beat the Williamses. Heh.

Ahh. I'm feeling all reminiscy again. I miss KB so. The friends mainly but it only strucked me a couple days back how much I missed the building; with its glorious fields and terraces and driveway. I'd give anything to be able to walk into the building again and take a short tour of the place. Walking in by the backgate where we used to gossip in the morning, past the basketball court and quaint canteen, down the driveway and up the steps into the concourse. Ahh. How magnificent the concourse was with its high ceilings and dim lighting. Then up to the hall where we spent most mornings doing flag duty and the library (Ahhh!) and then into the classrooms sections with the funny staircases. Boo. I want to go back so bad.

Ok. I'm quiet tired. Ozone Hotcakes breakfast tomorrow!
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 5:28 PM