Phootphootphoot
I’m feeling really weird today. So, so, so, so blue I’m almost black. And heck, it’s only Wednesday. I beat myself silly trying to figure out what is wrong with me but I cannot come to any conclusion at all. It’s like some strange premonition – you know the kind whereby you feel that something is going seriously wrong for a person you love or care for somewhere in the world, but you just can’t tell who or why or when? It makes me restless somehow and I sit here, scrolling through the contacts on my phone wondering if the stinking heat got to my head and screwed it up badly.
Sigh. I’ve just completed a whole three pages of quotation to one of the new clients I have met earlier this week. Half a day of checking price increases and bizarre names like Quercus infectoria, Chelidonium majus, Equisetum arvense, Cinchona succirubra, Malvaceae phhttttthhppptthhhpppppootpootpooot …you just drop dead on the floor hoping that you really are dead and you never wake up to find yourself in the office, saliva dripping from the side of your mouth and lips twitching from over exertion. After a while of trying to pronounce the words for starters, your brains get twisted and you wonder, why can’t all species be equal? And who the heck named these species the way they are named? (Oh, I know who. I hope Linus Pauling doesn’t turn in his grave) Poothooi! At least people won’t hyperventilate trying to say it out loud. I mean, would you like to be named Hamamelis virginiana, for instance?
“Hamamelis, dinner is ready! Hamamelis, your toes are swollen! Calling for Hamamelis, this is an emergency! Hamamelis’s car is wrecked!…” and etcetera etcetera.
Hell, just because they are plants that cannot retaliate doesn’t mean they don’t have feelings! Right? Good gripes, I’m really losing a nut in the head. And I have all these numbers running in the space of my mind, like streams and streams of black smoke, smothering, smothering. Pahh! How nice if there’s a nice DELETE button that I can press to erase all these chaos inside.
So, my dear old friend, Yee Wei, who was so kind as to drop me that nice testimonial supposedly in return of a blog entry especially for her, haw haw haw, I can’t write anything coherent enough to save my life today. Sorry, sista, as soon as I shrug phootphootphoot off my head, I will put it to good use and remember all our crazy schooldays back in
Port Dickson High School , okay? I know somewhere at the back of my mind we did have a blast. (Oh, thank you so much for bringing forth that I ‘spent 30 minutes arguing with teacher to get 1 extra mark’. Blueekkk! By the way, one of our teachers, I think it was our History teacher, gave me nine marks for a question where only six was designated, not once, but a few times, too. So it was a 30-minutes worth spent. But like, SSSSHHHHH!!!, you’re ruining my demure exterior! Dangerous gal this one. Should mark her with a toxic sign muahahahaha.)
Anyway, before I cause more damage, I better sign off. I hope though that I won’t receive a poison mail from anyone named Hamamelis anytime soon. *Eunice crosses fingers and toes*
