Finally down

I was finally down, down, down a day after Christmas. Yes, back to the pale, lifeless, almost dying, sick looking face. I had no idea how the virus attacked me this time but compared to last time i was very sure that the fan was the culprit. Probably i was too exhausted from the fun i was having on the eve.

Met with 2 Jo's and Joo's cousin. Being asked to go to another Jo's house by Roy.(yep yep, met Roy too which i haven't seen in ages) Instead we went to another Jo's house mansion (no mistake, it's a mansion. damn rich bloke) and also talked about another slutty Jo. Altogether how many Jo's did i mention? Confusing, huh? Me too! Anyway, i really needed a "T" that nite. "T" which spells time-out for me. It was just too tiring and exhausting from the fun and laughter. (Trust me, no one had a powerful laughter like the first Jo) Jo, i'm not goin to have the "chi lei" again cos it was kinda horrible to put in the mouth.

I didn't feel quite good the next day.(Must admit that i am old already) I was wondering where was the strength i had during my hostel life where i could go crazy like a wild boar. I couldn't even go for another round anymore on X'mas day. I just went shopping the whole day with my aunt. I wanted to go to bed earlier but decided to wait til my bro came back while watching the idiot box.

Finally i was caught between living and dying a day after X'mas. I can take care of myself very well but i have doubt whether i have the ability to take care of myself when i am sick. When you are ill, those viruses and bacterias will queue up nicely like brothers and sisters waiting to penetrate your weak body. Headache is no good as you will feel that your brain is gonna burst any minute. Running nose and sneezing are nothing better too as you will feel that your nose is coming out of your face by the end of the day. Sore throat makes you feel dehydrated. Coughing- yea, cough till your lung out also it won't cure.

I was a bit lucky this time because my throat didn't swell, I didn't cough and no diarrhea. I had no appetite for the past few days and water was the only thing i could afford to vomit. I was so determined to go and see my family doctor yesterday before i end up dying upstairs without anyone knowing. Sometimes, i really didn't know where the strength came from but if i could drive to the clinic in a semi-conscious state, it had to be a miracle already. After being examined and given the medicine, i wasn't charged for a single cent. Yup, it was FOC and that's the benefit for seeking a family doctor ;p I felt a bit better this morning but i hoped for a full recovery after i finished the course of antibiotics.

When i was in primary school, i longed-for a slight fever so that i could skip school the next day. I couldn't do that anymore while in secondary because the school required a letter signed by your parent if you were absent from school without the doc's permission. When the school authority got so frustrated with the girls playing truant, they tried to embarrass them by announcing names of those who had absent from school more than 3 times for the month of Jan through the PA system. Of course i was not affected ;) i absent not more than 3 times in a year. The whole "PA system show" didn't last long as it couldn't even step into the month of Feb. Anyway, i am gonna take this opportunity to salute my pal, Mae. *salutes* She almost topped the "Tidak Hadir" list for the year '99 and '00. Each time when we listened to the reasons she told us why she was absent, we would all end up laughing including herself! Don't ask me what reasons she gave. Pls, allow her to tell you the reasons including the face expression she's gonna show you. And i bet you're not gonna forget this cheeky Snow White. Mae, I didn't think you will get away easily if Mr. Cheam was your form teacher instead of mine ;p

The worst would be college and Uni life where they will directly bar you from the examination if you absent more than 3 times in each tutorial class. If you are barred, you have to go through a lot of troubles like getting your letter signed by a particular lecturer. If the lecturer is a cocky one, then i wish you good luck. After getting the letter signed, you need to meet the dean to answer a few questions. For guys, it will be a hurdle but for girls, use AV for the reason!! I'm sure the dean would feel embarrassed to keep on asking. So much troubles to go through rite? That's why no matter how dead fish i am, i will make sure i reach the tutorial class to take my attendance. Phew...

WW, "thanks" for making fun of me when i was sick. And i was sure that you had totally forgotten your actual intention of calling me up ;p what was the reason actually, huh? I was too blur to recall the conversation. CD? XP? Or Mega's claypot porridge? Yup, porridge, that was it. ;p Hehehe...Btw, i'm seriously looking forward to receiving Build Gate Package 02 from you ;)

Okay, this will be my last post for the year. Make new resolutions for the year 2005, everyone. (except for me. i'm like an air floating here and there, i dun need resolutions. kekeke...) And i hope you all had enjoyed what i had written so far ;)

p/s: i couldn't further my read anymore on the paper regarding the tidal waves. it shattered my heart into pieces.

To JL, i love the christmas card u sent me. Hope u r having a nice winter in Newcastle. You are one gem that i truly miss.

Unexpected visitors

The first case : WH told me he was in town and would be going back to KL the next day. The next thing i knew, he was actually heading for my house with his friends after bumming around the city. We haven't really spoke to each other after so many times we have met in the Uni. Not to mention we were in the same course during diploma and met each other frequently as his tutorial classes were ahead of mine. Anyway, after telling his friend the direction to my house, they just appeared in less than 5 minutes. How bizzarre! 11.30 pm the clock said and i was actually reluctant to get out from my house. I knew i couldn't escape this but to go along with it. You're not going to turn down someone who came from so far away rite? So out we went for a drink a.k.a "yum cha" which i haven't done in ages. (I think TW will be the 1st one feeling very disappointed because he never really successfully persuaded me to go for a drink. Hehe..) Wait a minute, not in ages actually. Chun successfully forced me out of my house for a drink a couple months back. Boy, he is one jackass! But he had wasted 30 minutes to talk me out of it. Gosh, or was i the jackass by listening to him? Never mind. Back to WH's friends. There were 3 of them and the driver is one daring chick! You should have seen the way she overtook all the cars on the double-line along Tanjung Bendahara. It was worse than a roller-coaster ride and i was keeping my fingers crossed damn hard. The 15 seconds ordeal seemed like a never-ending story. I'm not hoping for this kind of ride anymore.

Anyway, we reached the place safely. But there's a joke his friend made hit me for a while. It went something like when a couple that had been together for the first 3 months, the male would tell the female "Call me when you're home.". After a year, it would go like "Sms me when you're home.". After 3 years, it would change to "Missed call me when you're home.". After 5 years, it would just go "Be careful.". I found the joke to be half true. I once read somewhere that said, "No matter how hot and steamy a relationship is in the first place, it will eventually fade out after a couple of years." After my own experience, i couldn't agree more and i really looked up to those old married couples. How did they do that? Perhaps the word "commitment" hasn't appear in my life yet? Or am i too young to understand the true meaning of "commitment"? Serena C's opinion on Pillow Talk definitely woke me up.

Finally when everyone was "low bat", we decided to leave. I was glad since I was out from morning till late evening that day.

The second case : Relatives from SP came over to my house. Haven't seen this grand aunt for a long time since her husband passed away 4 years ago. The whole family came with 3 little children. I am so afraid of little kids nowadays except for my own nieces. I really don't understand why kids nowadays are so NAUGHTY!!! There are 3 families in my list that whenever they come over with their grandchildren, I choose to hide inside my room. Because either they will turn my house upside down or eat whatever titbits (mine, of course) they find. If they don't get what they want, they will whine like hell.

It was the very first time i saw the family in my entire whole life except for the grand aunt. Nevertheless, they had been added to my list to become the 4th family. What have the kids done? Well, NOTHING much. First, they let my doggie loose in the neighbourhood. Yeah, they actually did that. Luckily, Gigi is now old and doesn't really dare to wander to the malay's neighbourhood. Secondly, they asked for cartoons.(Oh boy, cartoons reminded me of yet another incident) Thirdly, they tried to kill my Patrick and Mr. Incredible. I wasn't sure whether they tried to put a hand on my Elmo too. Fourth, they tried to challenge my dog. How dare! My doggie barked at them yet they were still not afraid. I remembered Gigi once bit my neighbour on the nose cos she messed her up. Finally, the titbits were all happily in their stomachs. Brat, twit, menace. Whatever you would like to call them. The one and only thing they didn't do was trying to get upstairs or jumping down from the staircase. Thank God!

Hmm... What a chaos. I would prefer my father's friends who brought their children along to visit rather than relatives. At least they behaved well. I really couldn't imagine what would these children do at home. I remembered when i was small, no matter which house we visited, my bros and i would always stay very quiet. We would only asked our father those who, what, why questions when were we curious about something. Other than that, our mind would be thinking "When are we going home?". We wouldn't "ransack" people's house or tried to poke our noses into everything. We wouldn't even ask for tv or food unless people offered you. But children in this century are totally opposite and different. Sigh~ After the ordeal, I didn't hope for anything better the next time but i did hope that these children would understand the meaning of manner when they grow up.

Oh, got a surprise from WW. He posts me a porno movie. Did i say porno? Hehe.. He's nuts. Those acoustic mp3s are a bonus! Thank you so so much! Regarding the movie, he said it would be similar to American Beauty. You would learn something at the end of the movie. So, it's not everytime about sex ok. There are many other things aside from that.

p/s: aunt made my favourite glutinous rice ball =)
i thought i wouldn't have the chance to eat them since mum wasn't around.

A little peek inside

Well, I had been very busy for the past one week. I had no clue on what i had done. All I could remember was running here and there, feeling tired and exhausted.
*trying very hard to recall*

Oh yea, i worked at Sheraton Hotel in Subang. Yes, u read it correctly, i WORKED! I can work!!! Haha... What exactly my one-day work required me to do there? A big question mark to everyone, rite? There were 10 of us and we were there to help decorating the hall for Jotun's annual dinner. My job required me to pump balloons and tied them up in bunches. After that, we needed to make an arch out of those balloons. Besides, we needed to tie them up on the spiral and vertical pillars too. Another girl and I had pumped around 6 big packets of balloons. Each time when a balloon burst in front of us, we would shock the hell out of each other. By the end of it, our fingers were all in pain and cracked. I could feel as if my fingernails were coming off. Mind you, it was not an easy job as it looked like. And i could guarantee that you will be so afraid of balloons for the next few days after the job. A friend even joked that we might dream of being chased by flying balloons! So, the next time if you attend any event, please don't try to poke at the balloons you see there. They were all being blown up and decorated with hard work.

Hmm.. What else? Yup, my 2nd bro brought back the 3rd girl this time to meet my parents. Her name is Cindy and she's same age as me. I wondered why would he brought back a younger girl each time. A sweet girl yet more matured compared to me because she's the eldest at home. Anyway, haven't really got the chance to actually communicate with her yet but i hope everything will be on the bright side on the near future.

I had even met my latest twin cousins! The first twin sisters ever occured in the family tree. I couldn't believe that i would still have more cousins at this age. By the time i am 30, they will be like what? 9? They can be my children already! ;p Looking at the babies was the most wonderful thing. They were so tiny that i didn't dare to touch 'em as i was afraid i might hurt them. I can't wait to see this pair of twin sisters to grow up ;)

Met Andry few days back. He asked whether i had straightened my hair. To those who had known me since young, that would be a silly question, rite? He had asked for the 2nd time and the 1st was during CNY. Again i would like to say "No, Andry i didn't straighten my hair." Hehe... Had a nice time chatting with him. At one point, he said i set the bar too high for my the other half. I was stunned for a while because he wasn't the first one to say so. But again, I don't think i am. If i haven't met someone who could actually melt my heart and sweep me off my feet, i would definitely wait. What's the rush if the ending might be hurting? Well, what can i say? Different people with different opinion i guess. The funniest part was when he offered me banana chocolate cake and i was trying to be polite and said okay. He then asked whether i would eat it. I was like "Mmm..mm, NO! I don't like banana chocolate cake." Haha.. I'm so sorry yea.

Phew.. It had been quite a big responsibility to stay at home without my father. Finally i could "feel" how heavy was his shoulder all this time. Since my parents are away in KL, i am the one who handle part of their routine job. Started with yesterday where i went to the bank to clear my bro's credit card payment. He had called a day earlier to say that yesterday was the due date. (Yeah, doing the last minute work is what we like most and i bet he must be hiding in the room to make that desperate call to me. Hehe...) Then off to the chinese medical hall to get the regular ointment and medicine for my grandpa. My grandparents have a "prevention is better than cure" thinking. They take medicine to prevent rather than cure and will swallow Panadol like candy. Don't ask me why but everyone is tired from nagging those two. After that, i got to rush back and cook a simple meal for them cos the person who was suppose to send the meal was off on Friday. Yes, again u read it correctly. I CAN COOK!!

Finally, I was up before 5am just now to fetch my sis-in law at the bus station. (See, that's the consequence of not having a guy at home.) She couldn't get a flight ticket. (Yes, again last minute work. We love that, don't we?) I couldn't remember when was the last time i woke up so early, not even during my secondary school days. Nowadays, once i woke up i couldn't get back to sleep. I seriously disliked being so conscious and i long for those days where i could sleep like a dead pig even the whole world was tearing down. Since i couldn't get back to my dreamland, TADAA...!!! Here i am, blogging! Anyway, feeling hungry rite now and i am off to the market to get my breakfast. Hopefully I can get a good sleep tonight or perhaps in the evening.

The very first entry

Some time earlier this year, a friend had said that i was such a blogger and he told me to blog. Huh? Me? Blogging?? Nah... I've quitted writing my diary, the very personal thing to me. Now why would i blog and let the whole world knows about my life? The reason I do not want to keep any diary or journal anymore is because when things turn sour later on, it will break my heart and tear me apart. I do not want my own writing to haunt me with the memories of my past. And what's more with blogging when everyone can read what i write. I would definitely regret someday if i am going to blog.

At first, i was reluctant to get this blog going on. Partly was due to the above reason and partly was the dial-up connection. I am so sick and tired of it. Plus, it's much much more slower than a tortoise! Anyway, I gotta be patient since everything will resume back to normal once i get back to PJ. After some serious thoughts, i decided to write my very first entry. Well, CJ did put some effort (i'm not sure how much but i hope he didn't went through much trouble) to get this site done for me so i should appreciate it. Besides, 2004 is already coming to an end... Guess i should write something before i step into 2005 rite? Anyway, I was hoping a little more black to balance the pinkish interface. Nevertheless, i still love it.

Now i guess someone would be very mad and probably regret a tiny weenie little bit for getting this blogsite for me. Instead of doing my fyp, i'm now what? blogging? Hah! Lastly, keep watching for my new posts and i promise to write at least twice a month.