Wednesday, April 12, 2006
pronounciation problem

mweeeeee! I'm so happy I could just go crazy!
I've got a rough idea of what i want to do for history PT, all I gotta do is to borrow a book from the library about my topic and I'll be ready to do it by Saturday... MWEEEEEEEEHEEHEEE :)
Ah. What a coincidence! Both mum and miss chong started teaching the Human REPRODUCTIVE System! According to mum, all her students were cringing each time my mom mentioned a reproductive organ.
NO WAY. Usually for the science Pop Quizzes I always get three or two mistakes but this time, for the Human Reproductive System pop quiz i got like all correct! what a miracle! mweee wait that's because there was one period of time in my life when I was totally obssessed with "how babies were made". I think I discovered a battered book about childbirth for expectant mothers in the cupboard when I was five so I climbed up to the shelf to get the heavy heavy book and fell. And that is why I have a little bit more background knowledge to this certain topic.
MUM THINKS I SHOULD BE A GYNAECOLOGIST. after I told her that I liked reading her "sperm and egg" books when I was younger.
I THINK THAT'S TOTAL IRONY.
people will think I have a serious attitude problem after reading this shocking piece of news.
I DON'T LIKE BABIES. NO SIR, NOT ONE BIT.
and this horrible piece of news stems from a very horrible dream I have every year since I was about four years old.
Every year, I would have a very bad dream about babies. I'd dream that my mum had a baby. When my parents brought the stupid baby home, I went to hug my mother but she just walked past me, up the stairs, as if I were invisible. My dad didn't say anything. He was carrying a goofy bag filled with stupid diapers. I ran up the stairs, shouting, and found my parents in my room. With the stupid baby, of course. My room had changed. Instead of my huge bed and tv and toys, there was a crib and all sorts of hanging mobiles and musical toys and the walls were freshly painted. I crawled over to my parents to get a closer look at the stupid baby. My mum kept on cooing and saying disgusting baby talk and my dad was singing. And I tugged at my dad's shoulder. Instead of smiling at me or something, he pushed me aside and I fell on the floor, crying buckets and buckets and buckets. Mum finally noticed me, but instead, she kicked me down the stairs. Mum and dad opened the door and threw me out of the house. And in a robotic, metallic voice, they chanted, "we don't love you anymore. we've got another baby." And I just sat there right outside the house, banging at the gate and screaming.
YES that's the end of the dream.
Each time I woke up from that nightmare, I would be crying. It was weird 'coz I could feel that I was crying but I didn't know why until I took some time to recall my nightmare. The most recent nightmare happened in september last year and the nightmare was almost the same. I woke up in the morning to find myself with my pillow and bolster all soggy. Then when I went down to find my mother she was like, "Ah val ah! What happened to you? Your pyjamas and face are so wet and covered in mucus!"
I'm definitely going to overcome that silly fear of babies (actually it's more like i'm afraid of babies, not that i dislike them). One day. Just one day.
But I want to be a journalist, not a gynae!

(to bao fang: OI BAO FANG THAT'S YOUR JOB!! YOU WANTED TO BE A GYNAE DIDNT YOU!?)