MERDEKA!!!

MERDEKA!!!

 
First of all let me wish everyone a Happy Merdeka!!!! MERDEKA!!!!
 
Secondly let me say that I lead such a sad sad life due to the fact that its 7mins till Merdeka and I'm at the cybercafe when I should be out partying and drinking the nite away...
 
SAD SAD SAD!!!!
 
5 more mins to..... MERDEKA!!!!!
 
3 more mins to..... MERDEKA!!!!!
 
1 more mins to..... MERDEKA!!!!!
 
MERDEKA!!!!! MERDEKA!!!!! MERDEKA!!!!! MERDEKA!!!!! MERDEKA!!!!!
 

Independance

Independance

 
After so much anticipation for the rave, the day finally arrived and up we; Jon, Calvin, Max and myself went to Genting after much hiccups concerning ticket purchase and transportation and blah blah blah.
 
We reach there by 7pm but didn't go in till like 9pm. The party started off a bit off as I thought we were first at a bloody hiphop party then a r&b party and then rock party but luckily things started gettin interestin at 1030 when the real party started...
 
First for those who didn't go, u didn't miss much but then if you are a guy you would have missed out on all the scantidly dress chicks (I'm a guy ok) from fellow sexy ravers to cute looking carlsberg promoters to model like salem promoters... What a sight to behold?
 
One thing that was even more amazing to behold was that the girls can come to genting and dance the nite away with nothin more than a bra top when the temperature was like 10 celcius with wind blowing making it even colder. I was bloody wearing my fleece and feeling a bit like frosty. Only a cup of hot java warmed me down. Anyway total respect to them and a BIG thank you as well cause me eyes had a good time as well... HAHAHAHA
 
Party ended at 4am, sat around for an hour or so and I decided enuough was enough and I wanted to go see my sweet comfortable bed. Arrived home by 7 after dropping everyone off and went straight to bed and yes I didn't shower..come on lah so cold, no sweat so who cares..slept till 2pm with my body feelin the effects of the whole nite of dancing.
 
Anyway although the music was just alrite, nothin spectacular, I had a blast as I was there with my bros and met up with good friends ie sherinna and eeling and met new friends... ok it was not me who met them but jon but still...hahaha. Ok guys we shall do this again when the nxt rave comes along..
 
Oh I will be posting the pictures from the rave up as soon as I manage to upload the pictures from the camera.
 

AUSSIE Part 2

AUSSIE Part 2

  
Ok ok... just been confirmed my trip to Aussie. 1st Sept leavin at 10am arriving at 730pm Aussie time.
 
Can't wait although very very nervous... Already made plans to meet up with MunHing, Jonathan my nep, JenSon, May, Yoke Mei and hopefully a bunch more of ppl.
 
Aussie here i COME!!!
 

AUSSIE

AUSSIE

 
I'm off to melbourne for around 2 and half weeks, unfortunately it is not for fun but work.
 
How I wish it was for fun? Hopefully during the weekends I can go around melb, meet up with friends and just wander around. Never been to Aussie so it should be fun.
 
A list is already being drawn up for what the ppl in the office wants me to buy back. This ppl ah.. think I am made of money ah. Should ask them to pay me first. Munhing has already ask me to buy something over.. Julie's Peanut Butter Biscuits.. I've tried it before and it is nice to munch on.
 
Hmmmm would be leaving nxt week. Very nervous cause I'll be going all alone. Luckily got friends over there if not die.
 
So who is volunteering to bring me out? Come on ppl no need to fight... haha
 

Job

Job

 
I've finally decided to decline the job offer from Teck Guan in Tawau. This is after much deliberation and discussion with my parents. For one it is a chinaman company and secondly the benefits are shite. Anyway back to my quest for a better job.
 
Last week a friend of mine called me up to find out if I was interested in working for Digi who were hiring Project Implementation Execs. She didn't even need to explain and I said yes and immediately sent in my resume. I was waiting impatiently to find out if I would be called for an interview and then yesterday she did call me up but not to invite me to an interview. She called to inform me that the HR department thought I was over-qualified. OVER-QUALIFIED!!! Can you bloody believe it.
 
How can I be over-qualified? How? How? How? I was like tellin her that I don't think I am over qualified and I want the job but she was sayin that she can't do anything. Apparently the HR people are scared that I would get to bored with the work and quit within a few months. Come on people, you haven't even hired me and you are thinking that I would quit.
 
I wonder if it is my resume. Maybe I should not put to many projects that I am involved with in it. It is screwing up my chances. Could it be due to this fact that I haven't been called to many interview since i started looking or should I say any interviews. SHIT!!!! Pissed off!!!
 
OVER-QUALIFIED my ASS!!!
 

Decisions! Decisions!

Decisions! Decisions!

 
Guess what? I just got a job offer.
 
Before I go on..let me just explain how this came about.. Friday nite my dad called me up to inform me that he has an interview on Sunday. For you information, my dad has been retired for 6 years. The reason he is applying for a job is because he is bored stiff at home.
 
Anyway back to Sunday.. Morning went out breakfast with parents then sent my dad to Summit for his meeting with the Director. Mom and I went over to Giant just to walk walk. Being that we are who we are, my mom and I ended up buying stuff ie clothes, fruits etc although the nite before we were at Carrefour and bought stuff as well.
After buying our stuff, we were just getting into the car when my dad called me up to say that the director wanted to meet me. I was like WHAT!! I'm in shorts but he said she didn't mind
 
Well drove over to Summit and met the Director... Managing Director to be exact. First of all I'm going to describe the MD. She is like in her early 50's, big 70's glasses, blouse that my grandma would wear. Walkin pass her down the street you would never have guessed she was a MD. Never judge a book by its covers. Anyway the company she works for is involved in various stuff from agricuture to Hotel but is a chinaman company.
 
She told me that she was looking for sales and marketing executive. Talked to me awhile. I ask her about the job function. Told me it would have to do with cocoa and I would be based in Tawau for 2 weeks each mth. Tawau... who have any idea how Tawau is like please do inform me. Then gave me an application form to fill up and begin the process of interviewing the next person.
 
Filled it up and she then offered me the position on the spot. Then I told her I would have to consider it as it involves being in Tawau. The pay that she is offering is actually just a bit lower than what I'm getting but I'm not sure what kind of future I would have in the company. Is there a market for cocoa? Is it a good market?
 
If there are anyone with some good advise, please feel free to contact me. I dunno what to do. Haiiii.....
 

Misunderstanding

Misunderstanding

 
Ok ppl. I received this email from my colleagues about a story of a misunderstanding within a family which broke up the family.
 
Many of times there has misunderstanding in my life which has strained my relationship with my friends. No matter how big or small it was, things seem to be different even when things had been cleared.
 
Anyway I do hope that you all will take the time to read this story which I think is very moving. It might sound as if it comes straight from a movie script but I assure you that you would learn something from it and please do get some tissues ready as some of my female friends actually cried. Enjoy..
 
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Part 1...
 
A fatal misunderstanding and the person who love me the most in this world is gone forever.
 
This is a true story, taken from "Family" (dictated by LD, edited by LSX, translated by SaFe).
 
Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our original intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late.
 
Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.
 
I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.
 
Mother brought along her country-side habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat the flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."
 
Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
 
Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and is exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.
 
From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and that resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash they again. One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me. I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? we couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"
 
After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.
 
In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.
 
That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.
 
The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn't. I threw down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really didn't mean it.
 
We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.
 
For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at the low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible, you should go and see a doctor."
 
The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart.
 
I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me round in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket.
 
That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.
 
The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless.
 
I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the furneral, hubby did say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the country-side. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...
 
I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if...
 
In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.
 
Part 2 and end...
 
Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.
 
Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.
 
One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything.
 
The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.
 
That night, he did not come home, he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death, so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff.
 
I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished.
 
I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.
 
One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it.
 
In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there.
 
After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pull e paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.
 
"LD, you are pregnant?"
 
Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.
 
Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seem so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them.
 
I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me, I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep deep scares in each other's heart. For me, its unintentional; for him, totally intentional.
 
I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated! Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart.
 
Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He have forgotten that last time, I cared for him and am concerned because there is love, but now, what is there between us?
 
Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was born. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but none of that matters to me anymore.
 
It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brown, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?
 
He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes caused me to managed a smile at him despite my contraction pain.
 
Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at me and our son, his eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.
 
Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.
 
Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when did he first discover he had cancer? Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral." I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.
 
Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no long has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through your life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..."
 
From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.
 
Hubby has also written a letter for me:
 
"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby... My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me... These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging..."
 
Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..."
 
He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang thought the air as tears slowly rolled down my face...
 
The end...
 

Puncture

Puncture

 
 
What a nite? First dinner then MidValley for a drink to meet up with my colleague and her friends. Nxt it was another yumcha session again at a different location.
 
To top it all off, I had a flat on the way back home at around 1am. Glad that I know how to change a flat man but didn't enjoy it much cause it was late and hot. Luckily I was able to park somewhere bright with cars driving by.
 
Once done had to shower somemore and I was so looking forward to a good nite sleep. Ishh.. so sleepy now as I type this but have to work. Should have taken the day off. Have to go fix my flat tire somemore. Sian...
 

MEMORY

MEMORY

 
 
I think I'm coming down with 'Lou Yan Chi Ngoi Peng' and I'm only 26. Shit. Die. Help me! For those who do not know what I am saying, 'Lou Yan Chi Ngoi Peng' losely translate into Old People Memory Sickness.
 
Why do I say I'm suffering from it? This comes from the fact that my memory is getting very very bad. An example of this is when I went to the garden centre the other day to look for some ceramic stands which are use to put flower pots on, I couldn't remember what the heck a flower pot was called in cantonese. I was like standing there like a 'dungu' who then decided to point towards one. The saleman must have thought I was a total twat for not knowing what it is called.
 
There are actually a lot more of instances when I can't remember the words not only in cantonese but also in English. Simple words like 'Present', 'Ironic' and the list goes on.
 
If anyone knows what I can do to fix this, I would truly appreciate it.
 

Ipoh

Ipoh

 
I'm going back to Ipoh.. but i'm so tired.. luckily calvin is following my car..
Should be a good weekend.. everyone would be back.
 
Tired again and bored with work *Yawn*.. Headache starting to kick in once again *arghh*..
 
Very incoherent right now.. blabbing nonsense.. I should be working.. but lazy.. as usual..
 
hmm.. lonely.. need someone in my life..
 
Going to buy a hp for my dad bday.. should I get one for myself.. nicky bought a new hp again.. always changing phones..
 
hmm.. hmm..
 

Sleep Deprevation

Sleep Deprevation

 
Couldn't sleep much last nite. *Yawn* Dunno why? I was physically damn tired. Was already falling asleep while I was watching some TV. *Yawn* Went to bed at 1.30am but was tossing and turning. Decided to just watch some TV at 2.45am. Body was telling me that it needs rest but my mind was just so wide awake.
 
Could it be the latte I had during lunch?
But that was lunch time, 1pm. I've had coffee like at 11pm without any problems going to bed. My body work is so messed up. All thrown into chaos by the erratic times that I go to bed and also maybe cause of the lack of sleep.
 
Could it be the delicious 'Fa Tiu Kai' and 'Lat Thong' I had for dinner?
For those who don't know what 'Fa Tiu Kai' and 'Lat Thong' is, let me roughly explain. 'Fa Tiu Kai' = Fa Tiu Chicken where Fa Tiu is a typed of chinese wine and 'Lat Thong' = Spicy Soup - a peppery concoction of pork meat, fish balls and golden needle mushroom that can blow your mind if you are not careful. First slurp you would taste the pepper but slowly and surely you will start to get heaty from all the pepper and by the end of the nite your body feels as if it is nxt to a burning fire. HOT!!! By the way did I mention that it is DELICIOUS! I shall bring the ppl to try it one of this weekends but dunno if they would complain the place being far. It is in Serdang, near where I work but that is another story.
 
Anyway at 430am I finally couldn't take it and went to bed to try and sleep. Next thing you know it is 730 and the alarm is ringing. Shit when I was getting comfortable somemore had to wake up to go to work.
 
Hai... *Yawn* Back to work...
 

OLD

OLD

  
I feel like an old man. My back aches especially near the kidney. Whats happening to me?
 
Got my medical results back. Everything is ok except that my bad cholestrol is on the high side and my liver test came up high as well. Could be due to the alcohol I consumed the week prior to the medical checkup. Oh and my white blood cells is a bit over the limit. Doctor said it could be due to the fact I was sick. Dunno lah..... Just remembered, sugar level also above the recommended level. Hmm lookin at this list it seems my results are actually not ok.
 
I think I need more exercise. I shall try to wake up early to go joggin.. thats my resolution for the 2nd half of the year. Jogging. Knowing me I'll prob break it within the first week or should I say I won't even start. Who's willing to go joggin with me...lets say 7am.
 

Finally betta

Finally betta

 
It's been a week since the first symptoms of a virus attack appeared and I can finally say that I am winning the battle. There is still some resistance within but after all the suffering and hardship, (I'm a single guy ok with no one to help me take care of me. Not even a gf) I'm on the verge of full recovery and can finally start thinking of partying again.
 
Although I am sad that I missed the Rave at Genting, I'm glad that I had a good restful weekend. Didn't step out the house much except to buy some food. I actually slept for 15h on Fri. Although I was feelin the effects of such a long sleep (body aching and lethargic), it felt refreshing especially to my tired mind and soul. Wanna thank the people who called up or sms to ask how I was doing? You know who you are. Really appreciate it.
 
Anyway this week would be just a normal slow week. Need to go get a hp for my dad who's bday is coming up.. Anyone know where I can get reasonably priced hp? Would appreciate it if you could give me a holla if you know of any place. Still contemplating whether or not to treat myself to a hp as well. Been wanting to get a hp for a long time but sometimes i feel that since my current one still works I dun really need one. Hai... how how how
 
Well thats all for now. Updates will continue to pour thru the week.