It's been over a month.......

I feel so guilty that I have deserted my blog for over a month. I'll make this a long post filled with adjectives to make up for my lack of writing.

Well, a lot of things have happened, here's an overview, lets say... an introduction:

1. I had an exam, I know hate a researcher called Braak who lives in Germany and who I have never met.
2. I had a surprise birthday party with fake wine glasses.
3. I baked carrot cakes for people who probably don't deserve cakes.
4. I watched a variety of films this Christmas holiday
5. I stressed out about my future life/career. Again.
6. I was given a telling off by Miss. Short fuse that reduced me to tears.
7. I drew a calligraphy card for a friend of Miss. Short Fuse, and I'm quite proud of it actually.
8. I'm annoyed at our pompous mayor of London for increasing the stupid tube prices... again.
9. I went to a pathology museum with Miss. short Fuse and Miss. Hepburn, and felt really stupid as we all guessed what different organs were.
10. I completed my annual 'tidy up my room' session.
11. I failed to do a December Manga of the Month :(

Now lets get to details.

1.I studied really hard for a 'timed essay' (exam) which was on the pathology of Parkinson's disease, well that's what the organiser's old us, and they are liars. It wasn't on the pathology, it was on staging of pathology, and the stupid lecturer was the 'famous brave one' to stand up to the father of Parkinson's Disease (Braak) and say his staging was crap. so what does he do? he sets the bloody exam on his favourite paper all about how braak was wrong and his tests were done badly. and what do the students do? They study on PD pathology.. why? because that's what we were told to do!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAH! All in all, I didn't do very well. At all.

2. The surprise birthday party was a very rare time where my birthday actually got celebrated, and it was also rare because I was happy. I had gold and silver candles on my chocolate cake, with plastic wine glasses and Mr. Kipling angel slices :D there was also dancing, provided by our very own Mr. Fullah and Mr. Kon, it was a wonderful spectacle to see as they were both in unison despite their height differences. Then came the singing... oh dear, I think I was little over exuberant now that the cake and fizzy drinks are out my system, and I whole heartedly regret my actions.. I think I should swear an oath never to sing again. There were presents! can you believe that! I got presents! i usually get presents but their usually from my sisters and something mad from my mum, and that's about it. but for once I actually got presents! It was wonderful! I got scrabble (a brave attempt to correct my spelling habit) and a graphic novel that I finished reading the next day, in addition to some extremely bright gloves, a cute little jewellery box and a newspaper for my grandmother who rejected the idea of reading, unfortunately.

3. I love carrot cakes, and I baked one for my neuroscience peeps, and I just feel like I'm usually left out when we're all sitting together, like I have to fight to say something, maybe it's just my psychotic allergy to being silent , maybe it's my attention seeking personality that dislikes it so, or maybe it's my paranoid self that just feels that everyone doesn't give a damn. I still have a long way to go in terms of socialising peacefully, I can't seem to get it right.

4. Films I watched this holiday (which I shouldn't have done) were District 13 (the main character is much more cooler than my hero- Josh Hartnett, and that's saying something), The holiday (one of the best chick flicks I've watched, and I don't usually like chick flicks). Tim Burton's the Corpse Bride (even though i have the DVD, it's still a really good film). Happy Feet (the story only started happening half way through the film, it does not deserve the high rating it has obtained). Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and 3 (I am now addicted to the Caribbean accent and hope to convert mine to it), I think that's all I watched... lets see what happens next year.

5. Stressing out about my career has also happened again, (it's a yearly thing), I think I just hate not knowing what's going to happen to me, it feels dark, and I don't like that. Unlike last year, I am actually doing applications so we'll see how that goes, though, I never have much confidence, as usual.

6. Miss. Short fuse got very very angry because of me recently and said some rather harsh things, the worst part of it was, that what she said was true. It wasn't just gibberish that you don't mean when people are angry, it was actually meaningful, loaded words. I became hard and cold from her words, refusing to believe their full intensity, giving myself the excuse that she was angry and hence didn't know what she was saying. But she was right. When she had calmed down, we sat down and she spoke less harshly, but on topics that were strongly related to what she had previously said, that made me cry. Her steady voice telling me things I didn't want to hear but always knew. She concluded that I just missed some very valuable life lessons some where along the line and there's not much I can do about that now.

7. I drew a calligraphy and I just want to show it off because I quite like it, even though there are plenty of mistakes in it.
I also drew a card for a neuroscience peep that took ageeees, so here it is for those who are interested:
8. The price for a zone 1 single is now 1.80! next year they'll make it 3 pounds! what is happening to the world! don't you know students can't keep dishing out money to get to places! is their secret intention to stop us travelling or something? I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

9. I went to a pathology museum, did you know, that pathology museum's are awesome! I can't see why anyone would get scared of it, I mean, sure there were a few feet and a black arm, but that was really only scary stuff. In the street, Miss. Short fuse, miss Hepburn and I played charades to pass the time, and Miss. Short Fuse got a little carried away, resulting in some dirty looks for onlookers... Miss. Hepburn's am was to make me understand what she was getting at, and sure enough I knew none of the films, she was acting out, I did do a 'happy feet' one, but they got it within 2 seconds.

10. My room is now clean, I finally have a chest of drawers so I won't have to fathom through my endless piles of folded clothes. The desk, once ridden with empty bottles, highlighters, candles and brochures, is now slightly empty.

11. I didn't do a manga of the month :( I haven't really read much manga in the past month, studies have finally taken priority, but I did start a few good ones and I'll chat about them later. The Saima story will also be written shortly.... or when I have time.

How to be hyper in style.

You'll all be delighted to hear that I shall not be talking about manga of the month this time, (I promise you all I'll write it in the next post). Instead I'll be commenting on a wondrous evening I had recently.

Well, I ended up bizarrely in a rather drunken mode with Miss. Short Fuse last night, as we entertained ourselves by eating out in one of those random restaurants down our local high street that we never take notice of. I must say, the food was not very exciting, it was edible, but that's how far it went.

The waiter had unknowingly injected a humiliated feeling into both of our egos, when he gave us both bowls of warm water with ice and lemon, we obviously had absolutely no idea what they were for or what to do with them.. should we drink the water? Were we supposed to clean our hands with it? Was it some sort of preservative for lemon slices? Was it a signal to leave because we were so uncultured that we shouldn't even be there?

I entreated Miss. Short Fuse for her consent to let me enquire after the strange articles, she stoutly refused, saying that we would only be highlighting our own ignorance.

I then told her that she, like most mad geniuses, hated owning up to their own ignorance and only hid behind a blanket of knowledge. She, being exactly as I had described, confessed, that yes, she was indeed a mad genius.

Bloody Brat.

Just as she had made me hold my peace, the same waiter swaggered along again and dropped a boat shaped bowl, empty, by my side, and said nothing. When the waiter was out of earshot, we cracked up laughing, wondering if they were going to give us any unheard of cutlery as well.

I ate a rather bulky spaghetti with mussels, it's unbelievable how many mussels were on it! It took up so much space as the shells had remained intact with the shrivelled form of seafood... and then! We found a purpose for the boat shaped bowl! I had ended up overloading the little bowl with all the mussel shells, that one of them fell to the floor! But you'd think with so many mussels there would be actual taste! No, I'm afraid there weren't. All that the spaghetti had to own for credit was random bulky chunks of garlic, again, amazingly with no flavour. The most flavour I got out of the meal was the raw parsley used for decoration.

I swear they put something in the food. I ended up continuously laughing with Miss short fuse, mainly due to her random acts that proved her lack of common sense and male-ish traits. These were when she ate hardly anything of her meal and claimed she was "so full" as well as when she kept pushing my chair with her feet, while nodding her head in silent open mouthed laughter, much as a boy does when he has heard something immaturely amusing.

I too had my odd remarks, having cut, bruised and blistered by good-looking feet at the hands of good-looking shoes, I complained how "the hardest part is shifting my weight from my butt to my feet" as I stood up from my chair.

Despite having walked through rain with no protection but her sodden jacket, Miss. Short Fuse demanded we buy ice-cream from KFC, remarking how we would be ending out day in style. Whilst shivering from the cold and chattering her teeth, Miss. Short Fuse made light of being made to wait long for her much needed frozen dessert buy acting as though high on caffeine, she trembled and shivered quite amusingly. What was most amusing was that by the time we had reached the end of the long que, in one of the most chaviest places around, for a much demanded and sought after ice-cream....

....the ice-cream machine was broken.

We decided to get over our heavy misfortune by taking a visit inside the lobby of our local theatre (we're quite lucky enough to have one), where we got overly excited about random plays to be shown, Miss. Short Fuse was so genius enough to ask me if these plays was to be shown in the very theatre we were standing in. I answered her that not many theatres advertise for other theatres.

On the way home, we were randomly discussing, rather audibley, what the best method of dying would be. Miss. Short fuse was also random enough to remark that with all my anti-salt-ness, how ironic it would be if I died of salt poisoning, I henceforth, clarified with her if me dying by the hands of salt poisoning was her particular wish in order to fulfill her point. 'Yes' she answered.

We've never been more loving sisters.

We eventually got home, in one piece, and had immediately sobered by the stern walls of our house.

I would like to personally apologise for any annoyance we may have excited.

Dessa's Daily morning.

Something funny happened a couple of days ago and I thought it would be a good way to kick me back into the rhythm of blogging. I'm sorry that I haven't updated about the operation front as I'm sure all of you are absolutely DYING to find out how it went (thanks to all those of you who sent me texts a.k.a carol, mo and sabah :D) but take heed of my pathetic post for now. I promise to improve later.

I am in the bathroom washing my face (Clean and Clear exfoliating scrub- very good!) and about to change and get ready for prayer. Then Miss. Short Fuse knocks on the door saying 'I want to go to the bathroom' and like the push-over that I am, I reply 'okay' and leave immediately. I have learnt in the Dessa household that amoung a bunch of headstrong people, the inclusion of a push-over personality is crucial to maintain a thread of peace in the war state we call a family life.

Resuming to our little story, Miss Short fuse had displaced me in the bathroom, my clothes were on the toliet lid ready for me to change into, and I saw without so much as flinching, Miss Short Fuse wiping the clothes off the toilet lid and onto the floor without even looking, as though the last thing in the world that she could ever bother to think about was the consideration of the push-over she so glamourously pushed over.

I was and still am a pushover, hence I made no action to correct this severe flaw in personality, I just went back to my room with a towel drying my face. A while later Miss Short fuse exited the bathroom, hence I entered instead, and what do I find? My clothes still lying unceramoniously on the floor. The push-over broke free of her cage:

Dessa: Oi! You left my clothes on the floor!

Miss. Short fuse: No, you did.

WHADAFA??????????????????????????!!!!!!!

Dessa: What the hell?! why would I put my own clothes on the floor you fool!

Miss. Short Fuse: oh......*gapes like a goldfish as dawning realisation covers her face*

We both erupt laughing, It's great when an angry situation suddenly becomes comical to both parties :D

Dessa: I saw you throw my cloths on the floor you idiot!!!! How dare you take over the bathroom from me, then dump my clothes on the floor then say I did it!

Miss Short fuse: But I remembered you doing it!

Dessa: You're a retard. *at this point, Miss. Short Fuse had already reached the stair case*

Miss Short Fuse: Yeah, yeash.

Dessa: GET MY CLOTHS OFF THE FLOOR!

Miss Short fuse: Oh my god! look what you're making me do!!!! *she moves back to the bathroom and starts to pick up my clothes, this by the way is unbelievable as she wouldn't normally do this at all* soooo much effort woman!

Dessa: *overcome with rage as Miss. Shot fuse once again decends the stairs* You! Yo- you! YOU BITCH!

And we both erupt laughing again as my swear echoed down two sets of stairs and well into every room of the house... Funnily enough, I didn't get into trouble as the laughter mixed with anger obviously confused the inmates of the house.