Lousy

Dear HFM,

You really have good timing, don't you? I mean, you could've picked any number of days in the year to attack me. Like Hari Raya, for instance, where I was busy getting fat. Or Chinese New Year. Or the two mock exams. All of these wonderful, valid times to prevent me from stuffing my face/stressing myself out.

And there's also the sticky issue of my age. What are you - blind, or something? Last I checked, I'd lost ALL of my milk teeth! And gained four headache-causing wisdom ones. I'd write a letter to them, too, only they aren't viruses. George Chan (yes, he of the frog face) says adults are immune to the virus. HAH! Go visit him sometime, won't you? Cocky little idiot probably thinks he's immune to everything, seeing as he survived the last butt-kicking elections.

Okay, okay I get the idea. I suppose I should be grateful: I'm feeling relatively okay, apart from the mouth-ulcers and the hand and foot sores. And the horrible bone-ache I woke up today with. But there's no danger of me kicking the bucket. Or pulling the plug. Or whatever you call it when you win and I lose and you laugh all the way to the grave. (Dr Chan might call it losing an election. Hyuk hyuk.) I am very grateful for that. No kid.

I think I'll choose to look at the bright side of things. Like being able to study at home. Or the way my sisters are treating me like the plague (because, like, you know, I am the plague). Or the sight of mum pouring hot water over my plates and spoons and forks, or dad going: "Why you touch the wall? Now you infect the wall. Don't touch the wall. And don't touch the rice. And why you sit in that chair?"

Okay that's not really funny.

They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Now I wonder what you'll taste like.

Bleeurgh.

PS: This is, until further notice, my last post before STPM. Unless something big happens that grants me Internet access, that is. Like a 5km asteroid smashing into earth. Or the abolishment of the Malaysian Examinations Council. Or Anwar getting sodomized. Again. You get the idea.
PPS: I'm wondering if my dog contracts HFM from me, what would it be called? Paw, paw and mouth disease? That would be ... cute.