sick. trust me, strepsils dont work at all.
and the worst part is that my cough is so dry it sounds sarcastic and fake. so even tho i'm genuinely sick, i dont get any sympathy. :( no i'm not talking about sympathy from guys, "awww *coos* little kitty, sick again? i'll climb up and enter through your window and take care of you." (cross refer to previous post.) hahaha.

im talking about sympathy from parents and teachers. if i really sounded sick my mum would let me sleep in a little bit more. my teacher would let me sleep in class to 'rest'. now they just think im coughing sarcastically at everything they say.

eg:
'Girls, plate tectonics are an important chapter."
*cough cough*
"Aletheia, you don't think so is it?"


hahaha. now that my voice is going, i do sound much sicker. heh. :P but still not fun eh, sometimes when girls get sick and their voices go, they sound hoarse. and it's fun to complain 'i sound like a guy!' hahaha. only people like hui fang go:" my voice is deep and sexaye today!" hahahaa and that's fun too! but i can't even do that! really no fun lar. i sound like one of those wheezy toys you can squeeze.

(
found one of those toys when i did major furniture shifting yesterday in my room. my air con leaked! suay! now my room looks more like a war zone than ever. hahahaha.
"what did you do to your aircon?!?!"*exasperated
"i turned it on!"*desperate
)

my way of thinking: if you're sick, milk it for all it's worth and find something funny to obsess about. ie your "deep manly" voice, the number of tissue boxes you use up, how high you can sing before you rack up a cough.... etc. (:

and Matt has officially labelled me as crazy. lmao. just because i was laughing and smiling despite O levels. *special prayer special prayer! hahahahahhaa.

i tell you now, i love being happy. who doesn't? but over the years, i've noticed a difference between pure joy and plain happiness. 'Happy' is a fleeting emotion, 'Joy' is a mindset. and i'm steadily working towards 'Joy.' (:

after all, what else can be better than bringing joy, laughter and smiles to people i love and care about? that's why when i hear comments like :

'with ale around, there's really no need for a joke book.' (pw!)

and
'with these kind of people (in reference to me and lynn) around, you really wonder why stuff like depression exists.'

and
'every time i come to church and i see you, you're always making me laugh, thank you. you're always so happy, always smiling so much.' (from my friend whose web attendance is rather irregular because of exams.)

really make me warm and tingly to the roots of my hair. (: i even remember them! okay i confess i can't remember the exact words in the second comment but it's something to that extent okay? hahahahha.

*shoutout: MISTER! do you remember it was you that said that? :D

money can buy a joke book or a comedy flick, but it can't buy laughter and joy.
(:

p.s: isn't ironic the way i start the entry with a ): and end it with a (: ?