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Category: Bitchy Whining
Zannah called to my attention a certain blogpost. Yeah if you two are reading this you’d know it’s yours.
Frankly I didn’t think you’d be as gutless to bitch about it on your blog instead of talking it out. Giving the silent treatment just shows how childish you were. I did find you childish. I didn’t like how you were behaving. In fact nana and I were going to confront you about your shitty behaviour. Then you started talking to us and it’s was alright. I think. I’m not sure now if you’re being two-faced or you’re really okay with us. I really hope it’s the latter.
What can I say? I’m all shook up. Not literally of course. Just mentally. That you think we want you to do all the fucking work. That we want you to slog. Instead you did all the fucking work by yourself while fuming on the inside thinking we treat you like a fucking MAID.
But whatever. I moved on.
In Your Face.
</3 You Then, < 3 You now.
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I don’t know what to feel. Because seeing your fucking words bring back fugly feelings.
When I saw 30 unique views dated 12th April in my stat box*, I figured word has gone around about my hives and people were checking out my blog just to see the picture and what happened.
When I saw 15 unique views dated 13th April in my stat box again, I figured people wanted to know how I was doing.
So I’ll be telling the hives story, how it started, what did I do, what’s going on now.
The hives popped up as innocent itchy spots at the back of my neck at around 1am at Joscelyn’s condo. They were darn itchy, so much that I began to worry a lil bit and made Dot accompany me to the toilet just to check it out. I had no idea how bad they truly were at that time, only that my neck was reddish and there were a couple of rashes at the base of my neck. Of course when you have rashes the thing you’re really NOT suppose to do is to scratch them. But being the erroneous human being that I am, I went on clawing at my neck, only attempting to reduce the temptation of relieving myself by smacking my neck (sorry Joel, now you know why) as if a swarm of mosquitos had landed.
So I tried to bear the itch and even diagnosed myself with hives (oh how damn right I was) for the next 3 hours. Slowly I realised to my UTMOST horror that the itch was spreading!!! I started scratching the base of my neck, shoulders, upper arms, abdomen, and chest. So by that time I realised that I’d better go home, afterall I didn’t even know if what I had was contagious. Nursing instinct too over: Barrier Nursing. I cabbed home and quickly checked out this ‘rash’ that I thought I had. Words cannot explain the horror on my face when I saw how bad it was. Bumps all over my body and it was so frigging red. I wanted to cry like a drag queen when I saw that there were a couple of bumps on my face! So with a heavy heart, I told my mum I had to see the doctor. Mum’s able to tell that something’s wrong the moment she heard my voice. So after telling her, she gave me this flu tablet that’s suppose to stop the itch. The tablet did NOT work. I was scratching at 6am and cursing whether sleep would ever be able to claim me.
The next afternoon, I managed to sleep 9 hours straight, at around 3pm right after I woke up I hopped to the bathroom to check out the hives. Amazingly they were GONE. At that moment I wanted to do some victory dance. Until I noticed they had moved to my hands and legs. I went to tell my mum and she commented that I had alot of pimples. I thought nothing of it and told her it was because of my monthlies(fact: I break out when I get my menses). I checked the mirror for the ‘pimples’ only to moan and thrash about because the hives had taken over my face! The first thought that came to my mind was: SH!T HOW TO GO OUT IN PUBLIC! But of course I had no choice but to drag myself down. I realised I was slightly hindered while walking when I saw that the hives were over my knees. So therefore I HOBBLED to the clinic. Luckily there weren’t many people and I saw the doctor after waiting like about 5 mins. When I went in and sat down in front of the doctor the doctor asked me: So Annabel what’s wrong with you? I felt like B!TCHSLAPPING the doctor there and then. At the back of my mind I was thinking: F**K you, can’t you see!? So in a slightly moany tone I was like: It’s all over…
Apparently doctor said it’s some allergic reaction; exposure to something that I’m sensitive to and the hives were clearing the toxins from my body. (Dammit why such an unglam way to have a detox?!) So he prescribed two pills and calamine lotion(ftw) 
I went home and quickly spread it on. I thought calamine lotion works the normal way creams do, basically you spread it on your skin till there’s no visible trace of it. But calamine lotion leaves a sort of paint like residue on your skin. It’s like putting liquid paper on your skin. Anyway calamine works wonders and really stops the ITCH.
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Right now hives are pretty much outta sight. If you really check my skin maybe you’d find a red circle here and there; evidence of my ordeal.
Thursday: Churchies vs Nurses
How to choose… DAMMIT.
Phlegmatic
On a side note, attachment is bearable. But I swear all the CIs are like the same. You forget every damn thing when they question you.
Oh, and feet hurts like bitch.
P.S. Updated weebly.
It came to mind when I woke up today. About what woman and I discussed during our alone time in the chalet lobby.
Smoking.
We talked about why our friends smoke.
And how come we don’t really do a damn thing to stop them?
Is ‘they have to live their own life/decide for themselves’ a good enough excuse not to do anything?
I’m pathetic as well.
Always saying I’ll break those damn sticks but I don’t do it cause I don’t want my friends to get mad at me.
I stared at Scott when I saw the unlighted cigarette stick in his hand.
When I stared he was like: C’mon la Annabel you know I’ve smoked for how long already.
Truthfully I didn’t know.
I wasn’t shocked either. But it sucks to expect your friends to smoke.
I’m an utter failure.
I can’t even get one of my closest sisters to stop puffing them fucking sticks.
UGH.
And I will continue calling YHORE until you get the hint and BEcome A MAN!
And woman I think if I hadn’t talked with you this morning and laughed with you I might not be able to talk to you in the next few weeks. I wouldn’t have been able to forgive you. Because what you type and what you say can be at such opposite poles sometimes.
I’m not going to delete this post, previous ones, or the ones ahead.
I will NOT stop bashing YHORE.
And you’re right, we don’t know each other so why the hell is he still reading my blog?
It’s almost like you’re letting him creep into a part of my life.
I think it’s gone beyond the point when I insult him because I care for you.
It’s Gone To The Point Where I Hate Him.
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I’m sorry Zannah, Nana, for being in such a bad mood.
I think Zannah hates me anyway.
But whatever, it’s probably my fault, it always is.
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Update: YHORE Is Still A Fucktard.
Well woman I didn’t tell you earlier but I’m glad if he’s gonna be gone.
And YHORE if you’re reading this, close this window and stay away from my blog. Selfish MCPs like you don’t deserve to be enlightened.
If I ever ever ever see you in real life, I WILL savagely kick you in the nuts. You have been warned.
Why? Because it’s not always about you. It’s not always about how you’re trying not to let yourself go. To just like, to love? And to be liked back. I see effort from her and none from you. Because you’re a silly whiner. I’m stealing my woman away from you on Christmas Eve. Because you don’t deserve her.
Now that I think of it, I do hope I get to meet you. Kicking you savagely between your legs will make you cringe like the little boy that you are who has yet to grow up. Did I hurt your pride? Did she hurt your ‘manly ego’? Are you that STUPID?
Fucktards like you need to have a sense of humour.
P.S. If you keep being the ASStheist that you are, I will make sure you won’t even come within an inch[if I kick your nuts you won't be able to walk anyway] of my sister.
I’m feeling abit crappy at 5.55am 24th September Wednesday.
RAWR.
Attachment…
I wish you’re over and done with.
I’m halfway there but the final stretch always feels the longest.
I’d like to also mention
That I hate the afternoon shift
There’s lesser stuff to do
First week was exciting
But the ‘thrill’ and ‘enthusiasm’ is wearing off
Fast.
I’m going to die of boredom
Parameters…
Pretty soon I’m going to hate that word.
I feel so sian……
Reading the blogs of others…
I envy them.
A rollercoaster of emotions?
Wishing, Desiring to be appreciated.
But I admit, having the relatives say thank you
It feels AWESOME.
Even if they look at us sometimes like we don’t know what we’re doing…
I want to remove more IVs
There’s a cry for BLOOD.
I know that it’s out there
There’s got to be something
For my soul somewhere
