monumental... but for all the wrong reasons...
since beginning my post-secondary education in australia, i am pleased to report that i have never - NOT ONCE - ditched a day of school. never have i buckled to the muses of the devilish imp on my shoulder and succumbed to the comfy vestiges of sleep in the early mornings or the late night soirees to keep me up past dawn. granted that it was never really an option considering that the immigration department here has the right to deport you if you attend less than 80% of your classes... BUT STILL! ;) i was a proud practitioner of relentless but diligent education and i wasn't about to let anything effect my current 'nerd' status.
until today...
you see as i write this, i am currently lying face down in bed as i watch max attempt to catch her shadow on the wall in front of me. if this was any other thursday afternoon, i would be settling down to lunch after a morning of back to back chemistry in school. because today, i took my first day off!
yes... no waking up to the sound of an alarm (heck i didn't even set the alarm!) and no need to scurry from the bedroom to the bathroom with max running around me. i was under strict instructions by a higher power, to not go to school at all costs and stay medicated in bed... talk about a divine excuse to ditch a day at uni... sigh...
the gastritis (which is what i'm calling it... stomach bug or food poisoning just sounds too damning ;p) took hold rather badly yesterday. i got home from school in fits of shivers and with the constant urge of (in the words of mark tan)... empty my stomach contents... and not in the way they teach you on those adorable diaper adverts!
sigh... but after causing quite a scare, within family and friends in kl and melbourne... i tucked into bed at close to 2am and awoke this morning to feeling a whole lot better ;) i'm still a little on edge and definitely heaps more conscious about my tummy's qualms, and may even have to put in a visit to the hospital is things re-escalate... but for now i think i'm good :D
unfortunately it appears that
puasa is out of the question. as daunting a task as it appeared to be, i was rather looking forward to resuming the tradition this year, now that all supposed ailments were out of the way. but after last night's episode, mom's adament that i won't be allowed to take the risk. for good reason i'm sure... but the stubborn ass that i am can't help but be a little disappointed that a stupid stomach hitch is keeping me from fulfilling my last
puasa as a teenager :( looks like you're on your own again hizwan... though i seriously think you should join me... you're not as invincible as you think you know?
so yeah, it sucks living alone when you're feeling like crap. as entertaining as she is, i haven't exactly taught max any tricks worth boasting about. she can't exactly call me an ambulance or run down the block to my cousin bakar's place to let him know now can she? sigh..
but oh well...
