Bye, Cobbles

When Grabbles died the other day, I knew be soon before long that Cobbles' time will be up too cause we got the both of them around the same time and they were the same age when they came. But thing is, we didn't expect it to be this soon, you know.

Let me tell you what a monster Cobbles was. He was so terribly naughty that when we first bought him, he'd bite every single hand that touched him. He would fight with Grabbles, then fought with Grabbles against Frabbles and eventually made up his mind on which his alliance he wanted to be in. In the end, it was Cobbles and Frabbles against Grabbles. And you thought they only knew how to run on their wheels.

Cobbles and Frabbles lived together and they tried every single day of all conceivable ways to break lose of their house. One night, we found both of them missing because they had torn down the plastic door my father made. Frabbles tortured Cobbles all the time by lying down flat on him while he was sleeping and he would not budge until Cobbles wake up. And when he did, both of them started breaking the 912380912831th door my father made. And they were missing again and again and again....

Then Frabbles had cancer and we thought all this mischief would come to an end but even then Frabbles still forced Cobbles to wake up when he was asleep and they would try escaping again. Then Frabbles' condition became serious and Cobbles always lied down next to him and he would do some funny things to Frabbles' face. He let Frabbles lied down on him on hours on end so that Frabbles could sleep. Cobbles found Frabbles dead one morning and when my mother walked past their cage, he was standing and running, alerting us.

Then Cobbles became reclusive and all he did was trying to fight Grabbles in the other cage. Cobbles would bite every one's finger when they disturbed him but he'd never bite mine to hurt me. I would give him my index finger and he would bite it hard enough so that he would not fall off when I carry him in the air. And when I refused to let him bite my finger, he would chase my hand and look for my finger with his tiny hands. And when he found it, he would bite it much harder and continue placing his teeth there until I carried him up. Get someone else to do that, he would bite the finget till it bleeds.

That's our thing until today. The day he died.

HELLO ANY MJC STUDENTS WHO ARE READING THIS.

I'M TOO LAZY TO GET MY PHONE AND CALL SOMEONE TO ASK THIS SO IF YOU'RE READING PLEASE RESPOND TO THIS.

IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH IVLE? CAUSE I CAN'T ACCESS IT AND I CANT GET THE FREAKING ANSWERS FOR CHEM.

SO IF YOU HAVE LIKE DOWNLOADED THE FILE OR KNOW OF A WAY TO ACCESS IVLE, LET ME KNOW OKAY.

I WILL BE FOREVER GRATEFUL TO YOU.

and i spoke too soon, fever's back baby.

The one time I wanted to do something good with my life.. I fell ill.

I know, I know, being sick is like news older than I like small kids. No, I'm kidding, I don't like small kids that way.

My temperature on Monday morning and we talking, 5 in the goddamn early morning was 38.9. And I was damn terrified cause I thought shit, this has got to be swine flu. This must be H1N1. I'm gonna die. Oh my god, I don't want to die. Thank god, I don't have to take Mid Years.

And I kept silent until 8 something cause I swear if you put marshmallow near me, it'd barbeque just nice. Then I felt one thing that scared the living hell out of me.

My stomach grew like 382974182974098274 inches overnight.

And my left kidney and back hurts so bad, I wanted to cry. And damn, you know that's serious cause I don't cry for nothing. Except for Finding Nemo and Lion King.

All that wasn't the problem. The trouble began only when my mom knew about it.

"Take panadol now. I don't care now. Go lie down. Don't wear your sweater. Don't cover yourself with your blanket. I don't care if you're cold. Nvm, I lie down with you."

At night, my temperature rose to 39.2 and I, in every sense of the word, was hot. Went clinic and all and guess what. It wasn't H1N1 or anything so mild like that.

Diagnosis: Constipation.

It got so bad that I actually had a fever from it. And I clean forgotten the last time I did it that it eventually caught up with me.

So long story short, I had to take 6 constipation skill cause apparently the 1 pill that will sure push all the shit away didn't take effect. So was the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th. That was how terrible it was.

Then finally, last night, I vomitted the whole of the bathroom floor and my stomach deflated substantially. And early this morning, I had the best bowel movement in forever that my stomach was a-ok, temperature became normal and I am good.

So moral of the story boys and girls, take your fibre. And keep track of your bowel movements cause they may track you down and make you pay.

It hurts, I swear.

This afternoon my mom asked what I wanted for lunch...

Me: I want Nasi Goreng but dont want any meat.
Mom: Okay, I buy satay also.
Me: Oh ya, I want satay also. But I dont want any meat on it.

HAHAHAHA. Im like so funny.

Then after studying today, I was playing Google Earth with my parents...

Mom: Lets look at Sun.
Me: Ok but are you sure you want to look at sun? (with concerned look)
Mom: Huh why? (worried already)
Me: Its so hot there we will die!

Then...

Mom: Lets look at Antarctica.
Me: (click click)
Mom: Look! Zoom in!!
Me: What what??!!
Mom: Polar Bear running there!!

-.-

Yup, that's my mother.

I am still doing Physics.

And I am still sad.

Nah, I'm not really that sad cos I realised I still remember most of the things taught last year. And its kinda funny that I enjoy doing Newtonian Physics now when a year ago, I thought it was the worst kind of torture ever created in the history of mankind.

Now, 'enjoy' here is a relative term and I'm comparing it with EM, EMI and all those bull. Now, those are not just torture. They do not make sense.

I hope whoever is studying is having fun doing it. Cause I'm having the best time of my life with Physics!

That's right, don't believe me.

Whenever I study Physics, I get fidgety. And sad.

But I'll do it all the same this time.

You know, Mr Ng Kar Kit, the Head for Physics is so freaking funny. I think he has an unexpected, cold sense of humor. It's like his humor is a sudden random outburst... think of it like the decay shit you learn in Nuclear.

He would band us according to these based on our Mid Year results:

A- Awesome! (A-B grades)
B- Better next time (c, d, e i think)
C- Can make it eventually (s,u)
D- Don't take A level, pls

HAHAHAHA. Omg this is the closest thing I'll ever like in Physics.

And he said something like this when someone couldn't answer his question, "You should ask a 5th grader".

If only Physics is fun.

Right.

OK la, maybe I'll do chem for a bit now.

Honestly, I've clean forgotten I have a blog.

Ok maybe that wasn't completely honest. The thing is, I remember I have a space here but I've been too busy lately to actually bother to write anything. And I doubt there's anyone coming here anymore unless you really really really are obsessing about me. Which, by the way, reflects sound judgement on your part.

So anyhoo, midyears are coming really soon. And I am fast becoming tired of the same routine everyday. I really hope to pass 2 of my H2s at least. And I really want one of it to be Chem.

A levels is coming eh. But I don't feel the heat, if you know what I mean. Like there's no kick man. Like I'm just like this ----> -.-

No I must be scared. Like Oooo Im so scared of Alevels I will pee in my pants kinda scared. It's time to get down on it man.

It's time to get jiggy with it.

No, I mean get serious with it.

Ok, you know what I mean.