Metathesiophobic

some posts here are somewhat esoterically mysterious, if it's read by the third parties who happen to come across this site. No matter who you are, viewers, (not many though, since i don't really advertise my blog, =p) take it as a source of entertainment =) I don 't wish to blog wif that kinda emo-ish feeling, but sometimes, it is real tough to hide and fake our thinkings wheN we start to focus on something within our hearts..LOL!!

the isolation from college and having d time alone at home with all the dramas, tv shows, music, sleeping...these are what I consider as a super luxurious lifestyle for a student like me ~~~although it actually sounds more of a pig's lifestyle, a happy pig ..oiNk oinK. =p
Recalling about something 'tragic' which happened to me not long ago, which I could vividly remember every seconds of the happening in d bus dat day...puts me into a heavy sigh of relieve. Up till now, I would still feel a lil phobic sitting in a bus...

It was a bright n perky monday morning, when I decided to meet up wif one of my best buddies for a movie..and the journeY in the bus was extraordinarily remarkable, deathly ride, I shall say..It all happened all of a sudden, from the point where the motorcyclist suddenly braked in the middle of the partly blocked, under-construction road, and this was followed by a rather quick and efficient emergency brake by the skilled metro bus driver..which impacts on a sudden rush of adrenaline running in our bloodstreams and dusHHH!!!!!! to d point where....

Thank God, the inersia wasn't that serious that we were flung out of the bus..but it was enough to get all of us injured, scratches all over, mine wasn't that severe anyway..I was flung to the front seats, and got my watch repaired after a few days. And thank God, the old man, who seemed weak, supporting himself wif all his might using a crosier had left the bus at the earlier stop seconds ago. Otherwise, it could turn out to be an unquestionably weighty case. And once again, thank God, that I still have my beautiful hands here, and able to add this remarkabLe story for myself to glance over and over each time i pay a visit to my blog. >. <'' yes, I do pay visits to my blog and read some of the earlier posts~yadda yadda. but, it feels weird as I would feel that it's someone else who'd written them. so, this will kinda remind me of what I was really thinking of d moment I place my fingers onto the keyboard and started to type my story eagerly into this 'net diary' which I would wanna share wif my closests pals.

and remember me mentioning about phobia in between the lines somewhere in this post?? although phobia is defined as an anxiety due to some extreme and super irrational fear of minor and simple things... deep inside me, I'm carrying along another 'phobic' tag, another irrational fear, which is the fear of changes~metathesiophobic

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Back to the slight fear of changes thingie, this is one of the reasons I dON'T wish to go back to college @.@ I will probably miss the atmosphere in the lecture hall wif some acquaintances whom we will greet wif smiling faces and some other closer pals and other students whom I barely know ..but will it be the same the next time I step into the hall? will it be the same, those warM feelings we've experienced in classes? although some of us aren't dat close >.<'' and even the slightest changes, where we hav to cross over from holidays to college days is somehow,worrysome. ??? anyway, I will try to push dat weird weird thoughts away ,aiyaiyai~

Out of the blue, I suddenly recall something funny and dis hd happened once upon a time in highskuL~~~someone's 'ultimate shower power'!!! poor me I got all wet (like lepas shower oni leh, had to dry up my pinafore, by siting rite under the fan in d lab..wa liao, hahaha), .. So the moral value of this story is never ever joke in front of those who're drinking water or let any1 who is drinking water to overhear your jokes..hahaha, I duwanna elaborate much on dat=p hahaha, but I've 'revenged' enuf, i think!! BlueKK