Aiyo...this has gotta stop.

We are still on the series of The Dingdongness of the Cow.
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So this time, I overslept and missed my first class of the semester. Funny thing was, I went to bed before 11pm last night and didn't get up till 9:30 am. I am an amazing sleeper.

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Well, if that 10 1/2 hours of sleep didn't get rid of that pending flu bug that is threatening to explode in my nasal cavities, I don't know what will. Don't worry mum, I'm pouring vitamin C down my throat as though I am a sailor bailing out water on a sinking ship.

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...as though I am a sailor bailing out water on a sinking ship...

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I have weird analogies.

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uh...whatever. Moving on!

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Before I get any blurer and forget to wish Hannah "Happy Birthday!"...
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Hannah Ong, Happy 21st Birthday. You are amazing.
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Hannah, I drew this when I was stuck in Memphis for 24 hours. Consider that your birthday pressent!

The poor unfortunate finger.

Today, I dissected a cat.

Ewww. Sorry la, but it's part of my course work. After convincing myself that that lump of matted fur was actually a chicken in disguise, I went to work. *snip snip snip*

I got carried away and snipped a hole in my latex glove where my finger was...and the lovely formaldehyde/cat juice flowed in. Ewww.

Now my left index finger smells like cat juice. Incidentally, it's the same finger that got stuck to my right hand with glue. The poor unfortunate finger.

Once it starts...

Once it starts...it won't go away.

My Blur-Streak has started again. After two months of normalness, I'm back to being clumsy, forgetful, blur and cowlike. Here's what happened:

Yesterday was daylight savings, that means we turn our clocks one hour ahead (losing one hour), so that we get more daylight time. Make sense? Anyways, I forgot. I knew about it, but I forgot.

So I set my handphone alarm for 8:30 am. It rings, I snooze, snooze, snooze until 9:00 am. Then I wake up, wash up, and get some studying done. At 10:30 am, I grab my handbag and start walking to church. On my way out of the dorm, I meet a bunch of girls who remind me it's daylight savings.

Oh dieeee...I forgot to set my clocks forward. I'm late for church.

So I run back up, ask God to please excuse my dingdongness (after all, that's how He made me right? =P), and change out of my clothes. 10 minutes later, it hits me...Wait, doesn't my phone automatically set itself forward?

I feel my IQ level drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Yeah, I wasn't late for church, but now I am. So I change back into my clothes and getready to go to church. AGAIN.

God, please excuse my dingdongness. After all, that's how You made me right?

Mr. Creep (1) Reloaded

I saw HIM again.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. .
*Breathes*

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. .
*Breathes*

Eeeek.

So its Saturday and I'm out running errands yes? And I see this man in a car drive past me. And I'm like, Eeeeeeee, it's HIM. Why is it HIM? HE is creepy, creepy is HE. I no likey creepy, I no likey HE. Then I realise I'm being paranoid. I mean there are a ton of short, bald, and pot bellied guys in OKC...

So I calm down, and continue going wherever I was going. And I've to pass by this parking lot (don't worry, it's open-aired and very busy), and I see HIM again. The Creep is sitting in his car, waiting for me. And the moment I walk by, The Creep gets out of his car and has the audacity to say "Hi!"

I walked on.

I snubbed him.

I snubbed him good.

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But apparently, not good enough. Because when I entered the store which was another 5 minute walk away, I saw The Creep there again. I was like ready to call security and all...and The Creep tried to talk to me. I stared at HIM. The more he talked, the more I stared. And I tell you, I CAN STARE. I'm my mother's daughter, I CAN STARE.

In the end, HE gives up.

I win.

"Go ahead, laugh at me..."

I've been due for another "Klumsy episode" for some time now. It happened today. So sit back, relax, and go ahead and laugh at me.

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So I'm sitting on this counter/table-thing very busy being bored.
And bored people start playing with things right? Especially itchy fingered people like me. I pick up this bottle of glue and I'm like, "hey cool, GLUE!"

So I put a dot of glue on the back of my hand. Don't ask me what for. I am cow, I do dumb things.Then, I start reading the warning label.

"Adheres to skin." *jaw drops*

Oh. Ooops, I think I'll try to rub it off. So here's what happened. I take my index finger, and try to rub the glue off, and my left index finger gets stuck to the back of my right hand.

I mean like really stuck.

I'm not joking here.

Pullllll!!!

Sure, I eventually divorced my left hand from my right hand. But I tell ya, I had a few moments of cardiac unrest.
I am cow. I do dumb things. Go ahead and laugh at me.

Holy Cow!

Holy cow!! Today I woke up...and I was like...oh my cow, I'm actually awake. I should sleep at 11pm more often. Don't you think so?

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So last night, I was trying to think of a topic to write my essay on...but for the life of me, I couldn't come up with one. So I decided to sleep on it. I just ended up sleeping.

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But hey, I got 9 hours of sleep. I'm not complaining.

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While I try to wake up greeting God with a good morning and a 'please guide my day' prayer, I usually end up waking up to "I hate you, alarm clock" or "Why do I take morning classes?" or "*Groannnnn*, it's too cold to get out of bed" or just *groannnn*. Whatabout u? What are your first thoughts of the day.

My 37 Ringgit Bagel

Today, I ate a 37 Ringgit bagel for dinner.

I blame the dungu "meal plan" system that I can't get out of. I blame the unappetizing food that was served at the caf. I blame my stomach for not feeling hungry. I blame the dollar-ringgit conversion rate.

I hereby stop blaming random people/things for making me eat that 37 Ringgit bagel for dinner today. Ooops, does that mean I blame myself?