IAASB Clarity Project

To be sick just days before the exams is an absolute torture. Not just any torture, this is a ZOMFG-why-me?-why-must-this-torture-exist?-how-could-this-happen-to-me? kind of torture. (Untuk efek yang lebih, sila bayangkan pukul-pukul dada lelaki sambil menangis di dalam hujan).

I spent the past 3 days sleeping. And doing some reading. And trying to convince myself that I could do this. In my haze of euphoria (I assure you that I only consume legal drugs, thank you very much), I alternated between sleeping and reading and going to the toilet because I couldn't hold a food down. If the food didn't come out from one end, it would come out from another end. It was exhausting.

Okay, that sounded wrong somehow, but hey, I've been sick. Cut me some slack.

And I don't think my brain is doing a finer holding job than my stomach either. So, because my first paper is only days away (actually, my second paper is only days away too, for that matter), I try to cram as much knowledge (chewah!) into my tired, abused brain (sorry, Brain). Whenever I open and read the past years questions (because I conduct most of my ermm...things from bed lately, to do a 30-marks question is out of the picture. Okay I know I'm stalling, but cut me some slack again will you?) And during that sleeping-and-reading-and-going-to-the-toilet routine, I managed to read 4 chick lits. Amazing! Even I don't know how I managed to do that.

I guess it had something to do with unwinding my brain (and I still don't know what that means). Chick lits are light reads. They're fun and funny and take your mind off things. And the novels have the darndest plots I've ever read. They're just too far-fetched for them to be real in any way. Awesomeness.

I have to admit that I think Twenties Girl by Sophie Kinsella will be a good popcorn movie. It's just too funny. But I think I like the Julie James novels best. Her writing style reminds me of Susan Elizabeth Phillips, whose works I have always enjoyed. She's just too funny.

Okay, stop the fangirl mode.

Anyway, I have another 8 Google Wave invitations. Silly Google, I got my invitation about a month ago (for my Gmail which I use strictly for my Gtalk only) and I've sent invites to 8 sickest people I've ever known. Really. Just a few moments after I got my Gwave invitation, these people gave me their emails and told me to nominate them. It's like they have a radar or something because I only told one person about it. To see them, you'd think that Gwave is more precious than...than...(insert your own precious because I can't think of any). And then, 2 days ago, I got another invitation via my Blogger account. I don't know why but I feel almost guilty about that.

So, if anyone reads this and you want me to invite you, give me your email address. The drugs are kicking in and I'm sleepy.