Lion-Heart

my voice sounds really husky right now *lols* but not because ive been
screaming or singing last night
but because i almost choke on my own saliva O__o when i was brushing my
teeth
it was bloody painful, i was crying and coughing my lungs out.
i think its the first time thats ever happened to me.
can you imagine dying like that?!

anyways, tomorrow will mark my fifth year in australia, how time flies.
its even faster when you're having fun :P

bibi-geri roared at 10:52 pm.

peter: i told you she's a loose canon that one, she's from another planet. she must be from mars.
me: no pete, she cant possibly be from mars, only the likes of elvis, john lennon and bruce lee, lives in mars. shes probably from uranus.
peter: hahahahaha that's a good one ger
me: im being mean
peter: no geri, that was very clever hahahahaha

we are talking about one of the girls from work --
when i went to work around lunch time coz i had my PR principles exam this morning,
i had a very strange phone call from our state manager.
he was asking me whether i was or in any way have felt that i was harrassed by anyone
in our company. i was of course suprised. a bit confused, i thought hard first and said NO. And he asked me again if i definitely have not been harrassed and i said No again, and he then told me that one of my colleague is saying that she saw me being harrassed by one of the guys, she was referring to this girl, and i could sort of hear her from the background. so i asked what was her basis in claiming this
"harrassment" thingie and my boss said that it would have been in any form, verbal
or sexual harrassment. i was stunned. So i answered firmly again that i have not,
and that if i feel i have been harrasssd in any way, i would have put a
complaint myself and report it straight away to either my supervisor or my
manager.

My boss hearing my statement said that he didnt believe it either
and he knew that i would have told him as well, but added that my colleague
was adamant about her statements and thats when i conluded that she has made some allegations and was trying to drag me into it to bring forward her
case.

but why me? we dont even talk to each other, the most we say is Hi/Hello. And these are serious allegations, and can damage reputations. She shouldnt be making up stories like that.

My colleagues are very protective of me. The main reason why i stayed this long at my workplace is because my colleagues are very good to me and i get along so well with almost everyone (or so i thought) so for her to make that kind of allegation was rather unfair and unrespectful to me and to the other workers.
My supervisor thinks that she's probably jealous because she's not getting as much attention but i think she probably thought im a perfect scapegoat since im always friendly and nice and small and fragile looking, (so im automatically stupid as well :P)

but i strongly think her reasons are deeper than the ones mentioned above. i think that she didnt like the idea that she was transferred to a much shabbier office and had to share it with four other people, (compared to having the whole room as her office before).

aside from her allegations that i was "harrassed", she also claimed her share of harrassments, but if she felt that she is or was harrassed in the workplace, she
shouldnt be dragging other people to make her case solid. her case alone
should hold it. you just dont drag other people without asking them. she could have
had the courtesy of asking me first before giving all those allegations and save her face from humiliation afterwards.
she goes to war and forgets to bring her weapon basically.

and its not that i dont support girls who were sexually harrassed or
indecently assaulted, quite the contrary...
i strongly believe that no girls should ever be abused in any way.

ive been indecently assaulted before as well.
as most of you probably know, my exbandmate grabbed my boobs more than 2 years ago,
and he did that a few minutes after apologizing to me for being a sleazebag
the previous week. (so how stupid is that?)
the first incident was when he basically licked my shoulder when i was singing in front of a big audience, including my parents (i slapped him on stage)
after the show, i warned him that if he ever touches me inappropriately again, i will smash his face and i will break his bones, and he obviously didnt take me seriously and did it again the following week, so yeah i beat and kicked the life of him, and i quit the band, end of story.

that's basically how i retaliate if i get sexually harrassed.

and our receptionist also told me that this girl was also spreading
emails about her stinking shoes, i mean how below the belt is that? and
she was accusing a lot of people this and that, so she definitely has
problems and insecurities--
she resigned this afternoon (effective immidiately)
but i do wish that she will be happier in her next job (whatever that may
be) although my supervisor and manager think otherwise.

my colleagues were very upset with her, and so are my parents. so yeah, her resigning might be her wisest move so far.

so the moral of the story is, you cannot judge the book by its cover (if
you're not a judge) hahaha just kidding.

night night everyone.

bibi-geri roared at 7:26 pm.

breaking news: the socceroos won 3-1 over japan!
wohoooo
we won - we won!!! yehey!
*fireworks*
aussie aussie aussie oi oi oi
go tim cahill!
he's the man, he came and he delivered (plus
he's such a cutie too *blushes*)

oh gosh i lost my voice but its so worth it.
yayayay

now back to my text books!!!

bibi-geri roared at 11:21 pm.

I really should be studying right now, but as you can probably tell, am not. I have been trying to read thru some PR textbooks since this morning but I always end up falling asleep. I took that as a hint of course, and decided to put aside the heavy books and yeah, contemplate.

With my right hand still injured, (and still throbbing from time to time), I really cant be bothered doing anything uberly productive. I am officially in my lazy mode and am so bored out of my wits. Im so tempted to cut off the bandage because its friggin itchy and have a look at the unsightly stitches on my skin but unfortunately Im not allowed to change the bandage until tomorrow night. I dont know why I want to look at it anyway coz I hate looking at stitches on skin. For some reason it reminds of Frankensteins monster and of stuffed chicken and of stuffed fish. -_- but I suppose its different because were actually talking about stitches on my skin here (me, myself and geri), it cant get more important than that haha!

As a kid, I had my fair share of accidents and misadventures (much to my familys horror). I wasnt always this sweet and ladylike * lols * actually I think i was the exact opposite-- I use to jump off cliffs, climb trees, scare and bully people (I still do) but even with all the mishaps Ive encountered growing up, I was lucky enough to avoid operating rooms or have stitches for any accidents unlike some of my friends and classmates and relatives.

Pardon my blabbing, but I still cant get over the fact that underneath the thick bandage Im sporting right now, lies 4 stitches on my skin * gasp*

It is true, anything can happen to anyone.

Maybe my stitches would have been justified if:
A. I really fractured and split my bone or something (that sounds very painful though) or B. it was a much bigger cyst.

Im just researching about ganglion cysts and found that this kind of cyst apparently disappears on its own over time -- meaning I didnt have to go through the painful operation in the first place waaaaa T-T
How come my doctor didnt tell me this?
I only knew it was a ganglion cyst after the operation… Do I complain? I suppose the doctor can always turn around and tell me that any cyst should not be ignored or something to that extent.

Oh well… its bloody done now, and the cyst is gone and im ok (I think).
I suppose ill just worry about the scarring later, for now ill just continue praying for my speedy recovery and shut my mouth and yeah, contemplate.

bibi-geri roared at 11:31 pm.

Had my wrist operation yesterday morning ...

Doctor leon: this is going to hurt (starts injecting the local anesthetic)
Me: ouch aghhh aahh... that hurts! (start sobbing)
Nursing assistant: its going to be ok, youre doing just fine.
Me: aaggh ouch ahhh (sob some more) how come I can still feel anything?
Nursing assistant: just relax take a deep breath, its going to help...
Me: (sob sob inhales, exhales) aahh ouch
Nursing assistant: do you know how to meditate?
Me: no (sobs) I dont want to meditate huhuhu how much longer?
Nursing assistant # 2: its almost finished, you did well.
Doctor leon: were just going to do the stitches now
Me: (stiches?) waaaaa (sob even more)

It was such an awful experience, its the first time Ive ever had an operation that required getting opened up. It was so painful, the anesthetic only helped a little bit. I could feel everything. If I was braver I would have looked while they were doing it, but I didnt have the guts. I was worried id start punching my doctor with my left hand or faint once I saw my blood, or my bones or my skin tissues -_-. So I just winged and cried the whole time. I dread the thought of giving birth someday. Am going to be one hell of a patient.

Suffice to say, my surgeon has successfully removed my wrist ganglion cyst. Apparently the little bugger was sitting on top of my bone and that bone was sticking out as well, so he fixed that too. I think I may have fractured that bone from kung fu, (doing pay sow on the heavy bags) Torture... fun...

I had a total of 4 stitches, my very first (and I have a feeling, not the last) and they look so unsightly *sighs*. I think the anesthesia kicked in after d operation. I even decided to go to work in the afternoon, with bandaged and all (what was i thinking?) When I got home that evening though my operation started throbbing big time. So bad I started crying again, what a sulk, but it really hurts, and now am really worried about my exams on Thursday. I hope I could start using my right hand again by Tuesday... currently Im using my left hand to eat, to type, to do everything and its quite a challenge. Ive been taking painkillers to ease the pain, Im not really a fan of painkillers but I must confess painkillers are my new friend right now.

Ive been sleeping the whole day today; i guess Id rather sleep on the pain than feel it and cry over it. I know I should start studying for my exams, but am so not motivated but I will have to force myself to study tomorrow.

Oh yeah, I watched the grudge earlier. it was sooo boring and the acting was so bad, I felt like crying even more. They dont make those kinds of horror movies anymore. You know, the one that makes you jump from the inside. The kind that really freaks you out mentally-- The kind that could shift your mind off your own pains temporarily-- or maybe am just watching the wrong horror movie.

bibi-geri roared at 1:45 am.

tomorrow i will undergo a very minor operation in kalamunda hospital. early this year, a pea size cyst sort of formed on top of the bone of my right wrist, you wont notice it until you really have a closer look at it, but then being the vain person that i am, i have decided to have it taken out anyway.

It got me worried before, coz i thought it was gonna grow bigger, luckily it didnt. Sad to say, my overly active imagination didnt really help coz i couldnt stop thinking about my hand getting chopped off, or my bone would stick out or grow yucky or something, so i thought its best to get rid of it anyway.

but now that im finally getting rid of it, i am still worried *sighs*:-(
well aside from the fact that they might use needles O__O (i am sure they will) and other forms of injections, i am also worried on the timing of the operation. i dont know how soon id be able to use my right hand to write, to type, to text, to draw again and ive got written exams next week. i hope its not going to be sore then. especially that its winter now, and its cold and miserable hmmmm.

i wonder if its going to affect my drawing capabilities too. as they say, its all in the wrist. (and am gonna have a wrist operation tomorrow nyay)
i cant imagine myself not being able to draw, i know that i dont get to draw as much these days but i do love drawing more than anything else, its always therapeutic. id be broken hearted if i find i cant draw anymore-- so i do hope its going to be ok tomorrow, i mean operation wise.

speaking of drawings, my boss'grandkids drew me pictures of happy faces and wrote me some charming thank you notes for making them paper boats last time :-)
its sooo sweet and cute, im touched :D

bibi-geri roared at 11:05 pm.

Once upon a summer's time, this 25-yr-old woman decided to go back to school again. She thought it would be easy, (study and work at the same time) but boy was she wrong. First, she noticed dark circles slowly forming under her eyes (which resembled more like a black eye than dark eye shadows). Secondly, she started getting those annoying zits here, there and everywhere, (her 6 year old friend thought she got chicken pox -_-) and thirdly, she found she doesn't have any social life anymore-- emails, phone calls, and text messages were her only means of contact from the outside world.

So on her way home one night, she whacked her head, and said to herself, 'stuff this, am gonna enjoy myself and have fun'.

And she thought what better way to have fun than hit the party scene with her girlfriends whom she hasn't seen for some time. Coincidentally, her friends got tickets to a 60s themed social function (fund raising party) that weekend and knew straight away it was just what she needed. But with only a few days left before the party, she didn't have enough time to go hunting for a 60s outfit anymore. She decided to just rummage through her closet and find any dress that might resemble the era.

Unfortunately, the only retro dress she could find was the one she used to a 70s party 3 years ago. But because she is bright and knows that using the right accessories can easily convert the dress to look a decade earlier, she settled to use that one :P and with a little help and assistance, she managed to squeeze herself to wearing the dress again.

At the party, the band nonchalantly played 60s songs throughout the evening. She and friends had no idea how to dance through each song and opted to go freestyle dancing instead. They got bored eventually, and were almost about ready to leave the place early when the lead singer announced that the best in 60s costume contest was about to begin. Her friends all turned to her, and asked her to take off her trench coat and show the jabronisis her 60s costume underneath. She was hesitant. Her dress was really short and tight. The contest has already started but she was still contemplating whether to parade her chicken legs or not. Ultimately, her playful sagittarian trait kicked in and she joined her other friend on the dance floor.

Suffice to say she was chosen as the "best 60s costume" of the night, and was awarded with * drum rolls pls * a bottle of wine. To her dismay it was one of the cheaper brand of wine around, and as her friends excitedly cheered on her win, she wasn't sure whether she should be patting herself on the back or should be banging her head on the wall. She thought she would have felt better if they had given her a pack of gummy bears but no they gave her a cheap bottle of wine instead, (she doesn't drink too) but she thought it was funny anyway.

The price may not be worth her chicken legs exposure but she still enjoyed herself and still had lots of fun with her friends company again.

In the end it was still "Mission accomplished".

bibi-geri roared at 5:06 pm.

it's almost over, first semester that is.

for the first time in over three months i feel like i can really breathe again. it's been an exhilarating experience but no regrets all the same (pimples and all)

speaking of which, my acnes getting better, (about time) but am going to see my former dermatologist to get a second opinion, my new ones a bit of a rip off, so might go back to him, and it is always best to get a second opinion anyway.

since last week, i've started accepting invites again. i worked my a$S off and not getting enough sleep and no social life anymore, and what do i get? pimples!!! yeah and failed assignment, so stuff that.

suffice to say, ive resubmitted my second assignment, i dont know if i pass it this time.
i think ill be celebrating if i pass her subject.

now that first sems finishing, am gonna miss my new friends, christina and fe *sighs*
but the good thing is, i can catch up with my bestfriends again... yeah and my dog too (poor elmo)

our first stop is a 6Os party tomorrow night, i know i have a 60s outfit somewhere but i dont know if it still fits me. its like micro mini dress, oii sexy hahaha im gonna be showing off my chicken legs. i think no matter how fat i become, my legs will always stay skinny hahaha

oh well, i better start finding that dress and ill try to post the pics afterwards.

flower power geri

bibi-geri roared at 9:17 pm.