Is there a doctor in the house?

I need some prescriptions.

Cough drops, flu tablets, fever/pain pills, nerve loosening drugs… What else do I need?

No, I’m not trying to be funny. In fact, it isn’t funny at all, is it? Yes, there’s nothing fancy nor philosophical coming this time around because I’m too busy (and too brain dead) in search for my MEDICATIONS (and a MC).

Gosh, I’m having a mental block and I feel so dumb. Celine Dion’s in Stadium Merdeka right now and I’m not there! Not that I’m a fan, but she’s absolutely phenomenal. In fact, if God has a voice, that’ll be His voice; the mere piece of the puzzle that doesn’t fit at the moment would be whether God denotes masculine or feminine qualities, or in my state of affairs, whether (S)He exists in the first place. No, I claim no faith but neither do I have disbelief in His existence. However, I wouldn’t want to meander into my frenzy lair of thoughts so it’s about time I head back on track.

Well, there are these other things that might help make my day life as well; just a lil’ something that I’ve left out earlier. Let’s proceed with the seven bittersweet centimetres, shall we? I shall now make a mental proclamation/decree:

If, there comes a day where I grow 7 centimetres, 70 millimetres or 0.07 metres, 0.7 decimetres or 0.007 decametres, 7000 micrometres or 0.00000007 megametres, so long so forth as to reach a height of 170 centimetres, I shall pursue my long-term dream in the performing arts industry.

Okay, it isn’t exactly the perfect thing that’ll put me in high spirits, in fact, it’s rather dispiriting knowing that it’s physically impossible to grow that much in such short time. Yes, I’m quite aware that my adolescence is just around the corner. However, these seven centimetres give me hope to follow my dreams in becoming a red-carpet-walker. In fact, it’s not about walking amongst the rich and the famous, it’s also about being friends with Johnny Depp and Giselle Bunchen and Michael Buble and Richard Gere and Brad Pitt and Jennifer Anniston and Michelle Yeoh and last but not least, Keira Knightley! *SMiLES*

Toasting to a glass of red wine or simply just sipping tea together, accompanied by freshly baked biscuits; how lovely! *shivers at the dramatic-ness* But seriously, how many horizontally luxuriant people actually make it out there? That’s why there calls for a need for the seven bittersweet centimetres. Nonetheless, if I do not make the “seven centimetres” cut, I still want the freshly baked biscuits!

Moving on, there’s this other thing I’m rather swollen with pride from as well. I went for acupuncture.

Yes, I actually have guts! XD

SEVEN deadly therapeutical needles sunk into my right knee. Yes, the same right knee that still hurts after the two consecutive falls, 2 years ago. Unfortunately, I have no pictures. But it’s really cool; it’s exactly like in the movies where it wobbles when you move. SO CUTE! I’m going again after my basketball and tennis tournament; hopefully I remember to bring my dear IXUS along. AND note of advice: Don’t tense up your muscles if not it’ll bloody hurt. But seriously, it’s actually a rather nice feeling. Along with that intense sensation, you actually feel the pain leaking out of your body.

On to another note would be that that’s all there is for today! Sick Girl needs her rest.

Toodles!