Alrighteee. It’s blogspot reviving time courtesy of Tom and Jerry.

This week my family and I went to Batesman Bay to spend the week, and oh what do you know, along with 2 other asian family friends oh ho ho. So after we exchanged excited phone calls and drove to eachother’s houses, my sister and I sat on the front porch while 3 asian families crammed asian plastic stools, ricecookers, plastic bowls to make dough for dumplings, huo guo cooker thingies and countless other things into the boots of cars, while a bunch of anglo teenagers walked past snickering at our asian-ness. =.=’’

“YOU DO NOT DETERMINE FATE, BUT FATE DETERMINES YOU”

How was I to know the true fate beheld in this holiday. Here goes, as I recount the horrifying memories of Thursday morning, i.e BOXING DAY.

I walked sleepy-eyed into the bathroom after breakfast. I scratched myself absent mindedly as I felt a mere itch when… WHAT THE FUCK??? Is it me or has my armpit grown a seriously large waterbubble hanging by a mm of skin?

I ripped away the sleeve of my tanktop to examine the cause of the horrific sensation when, to my disgust and horror, I found a TICK half-buried on the EDGE OF MY ARMPIT. Now, fellow sgers, you may not be familiar with the term “tick”, as none of you live in such a suburban, bushy, organic area like me, but “tick”, as defines in ‘Australia’s most deadly and dangerous beasts’ by Bruce Thomson (Christmas present from parents a couple of years ago after the snake in my backyard incident), as: ticks are placed in the same animal class as spiders (arachida), but are in a different Order (Acarina) [o.O’’]. they are a species of blood-sucking acarid parasites of the suborder Ixodides, superfamily Ixodoidea. Most native animals act as hosts for ticks but introduced mammals, such as dogs, cats, and humans, have no immunity and die from infestation.

To add to that, as I tried to pull that stupid gay spider insect out of my armpit, I COULDN’T BECAUSE ITS HEAD WAS BURIED IN MY FLESH since it was in the process of INJECTING TOXIN into my bloodstream. Since I have had plenty of knowledge and wisdom about dangerous and deadly animals (courtesy of AUSTRALIA’S MOST DEADLY AND DANGEROUS BEASTS), I know that in the case of ticks, the best method of removal is to pull it out with tweezers. So after yelling at my dad to get the tweezers out of my family’s emergency first aid kit in the car, I accidentally ripped the fugly tick in half and had to go back and painfully tweeze the fangy things stuck on the edge of my armpit, while my grandma was standing there as the rest of the family was in panic, claiming that there was nothing to worry about as my eyes were probably just unfocused and it was only a “xue bao” (spot of blood) emerged fron inside my body. -__-‘’

That night I lay, wondering if I would wake up the next morning. My mind drifted back to how could I have possibly picked up a tick (since when a suitable subject comes past foliage, they detect its presence with an array of sensory receptors and either grab the host of fall onto them), when…

“AIYAH! Didn’t I sweep past those trees and bushes when I went into that bush thing to go to the toilet yesterday at that park?? “

Eurghh.. I’m never going to pee in the bushes ever again.

“ticks are often spotted feeding on the bloodstream in areas such as the groin, armpit, and often at a barrier.” (><’’)

“there are over 70 different species of ticks in Australia, but only 4 are the cause of major tick paralysis and human and animal death.’’ (WOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!) –faints in relief-)

Well I guess I over-reacted.

P.S I think the endless week of studying for yearlies has grown on me. Like, yesterday my dad was eating this banana that accidentally got left over before we went on the holiday for a whole week with black dots all over it, and while the whole family was staring at him apprehensively, he was like:

“zhen da! Hai ke yi chi da!”

[“really! You can still eat it!”]

“jiu shi you yi dian jiou wer”

[“it just has a bit of alcoholic taste]

Then I, with quick reaction and sound wisdom and knowledge:

“NO DON’T KEEP ON EATING THAT! The alcoholic taste is due to fermenting which is the acting of bacteria on the sugars in fruits…”

o.O’’ jerry =]

hope everyone grows in the hols.